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A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.<\/em><\/p>\n

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology. Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into parts. I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces. Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Two hours later, alone at her desk, Lynn leaned back to rub her tired eyes.\u00a0 She still felt rested but also distracted and restless and her eyes hurt from staring at spreadsheets and emails; numbers and letters swam on the screen in front of her.\u00a0 The young woman turned away from her desk to rest her eyes.\u00a0 The chirp of a bird from outside made Lynn look over at her window.\u00a0 On a whim, she pulled the cord to let in warm mid-morning sunlight as a small brown bird startled into flight.<\/p>\n

For a moment, Lynn simply stared out of her window.\u00a0 The hum and click and buzz of the office outside her door faded into the background as she watched the large tree at the corner of the block sway in a sudden breeze.\u00a0 She passed the tree every day on her way to work but she’d never really noticed it.\u00a0 Leaves fluttered and moved when the breeze strengthened into a strong wind.\u00a0 She could somehow hear the ‘shhhh’ sound as the leaves moved and brushed against each other.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

A sense of melancholy settled deep within the young woman.\u00a0 Watching the tree, she felt a sense of loss without knowing exactly what was gone.\u00a0 She noted the thick branches low on the tree’s trunk.\u00a0 Those would be perfect for grabbing and… <\/i>Her thought was lost in a sudden memory of her climbing trees as a child.\u00a0 The trailer park where her family lived was at the edge of a forest and, in her boredom from a lack of toys, the girl had explored.\u00a0 Looking under logs, making leaf boats for the small stream at the far end of the forest and climbing trees were her favorite childhood activities.<\/p>\n

Huh,<\/i> Lynn thought.\u00a0 I used to just sit in the tree and listen to everything.\u00a0 My little hiding place away from the noise of the trailer park.\u00a0 And the bullies.\u00a0 And the bad smells.\u00a0 Good god, how could I have forgotten what it was like to live near a sewage treatment plant.\u00a0 I haven’t thought about-<\/i><\/p>\n

“Ms. Hathaway?”\u00a0 A tentative voice called out.\u00a0 Lynn blinked, turning away from the window.\u00a0 “I’m terribly sorry to bother you, Ms. Hathaway.\u00a0 Mr. Spiel told me to do some background research for the P&G account only, well, I know it’s your project.\u00a0 I wanted to check in with you first.”<\/p>\n

Lynn frowned at the woman standing in her office.\u00a0 She should be furious that the senior partner was fiddling in her work and, she was.\u00a0 She also understood and a much smaller part of her couldn’t seem to care very much about it.\u00a0 Lynn put that small, alien thought aside.\u00a0 How can I not care,<\/i> she wondered.\u00a0 It’s my client.<\/i><\/p>\n

“Jeanne, wasn’t it?”\u00a0 Lynn asked.<\/p>\n

“Yes, ma’am.”<\/p>\n

“I,”\u00a0 Lynn paused.\u00a0 A flare of anger made her want to yell at the other woman but, as quickly as it came, she felt it die out.\u00a0 She tried to feel the anger again in order to lash out at this woman butting into her project but as much as she tried, she couldn’t.\u00a0 It’s not her fault,<\/i> she realized.\u00a0 Spiel just grabbed her and stuck her on it.\u00a0 She didn’t ask for it.<\/i>\u00a0 “Thank you for telling me.\u00a0 Just be sure to bring any information to my office rather than Mr. Spiel’s office.\u00a0 Okay?”<\/p>\n

Jeanne beamed, relief showing clearly on her face.\u00a0 “Yes, ma’am!\u00a0 I’ll be sure to talk to you first.”<\/p>\n

Lynn stood as the other woman left her office.\u00a0 Her joints and lower back ached still and she wondered whether she’d need to see her chiropractor.\u00a0 Worse, her breasts ached in a way she’d never felt before.\u00a0 It wasn’t bad, exactly; it was just that they felt tight and solid.\u00a0 Lynn walked to the executive bathroom, locking the door behind her.\u00a0 The small room was comforting; it was always well kept and nearly always empty.\u00a0 Mindful of her hair and makeup, the young woman pulled her dark green blouse over her head.<\/p>\n

In the bright lights above the mirror, she could see her breasts almost overflowing in the bra.\u00a0 Around her sides, the strap of the bra pressed into her skin and she could feel it constraining her every time she breathed.\u00a0 Lynn reached behind herself to unhook her bra.\u00a0 The relief was immediate.<\/p>\n

Without even touching herself, she could see how large her breasts seemed to be now.\u00a0 The skin was tight and smooth and when she held her breasts gently, she felt a slight heat radiating from them.\u00a0 Lynn massaged herself gently. Barely noticeable sharp pains mixed with pleasure as her gentle caresses eased the ache that had settled deep within.\u00a0 Her fingers slid across silky smooth skin as she explored her now-heavy breasts.\u00a0 Pressing and squeezing her breasts seemed to ease most of the ache and, while the feeling wasn’t entirely erotic, she found herself enjoying it immensely.<\/p>\n

Over and over Lynn massaged her breasts, squeezing outward around her nipples and then back down to circle the bottom of them.\u00a0 A contented sigh escaped her lips as her hands squeezed her surprisingly full breasts.\u00a0\u00a0 Her small brown nipples swelled under the attention until they stood erect.\u00a0 A different kind of ache came from them and she lightly touched both of them.\u00a0 Are they bigger than before?\u00a0 What in the world?<\/i>\u00a0 She wondered.\u00a0 The young woman could feel the edge of excitement calling to her and she knew if she continued rubbing herself, she would need to release the building tension.\u00a0 At the moment, the massage simply felt good.\u00a0 Anything more…<\/p>\n

With a sigh, Lynn retrieved her bra from the edge of the sink.\u00a0 The odd soreness was gone and even her back felt a little better.\u00a0 Perhaps, <\/i>she wondered.\u00a0 Perhaps I’ve been sitting too much.\u00a0 <\/i>The young woman reached back to clasp her bra but the strap dug harshly into her.\u00a0 As she did in the morning, she moved the clasps back a step further and then one step more.\u00a0 Tugging gently at the bra cups, she settled her breasts into place and then pulled her blouse carefully back over her head.<\/p>\n

A few expert tucks settled her hair into place.\u00a0 Lynn glanced over herself.\u00a0 Her hair was pulled back in the tight bun she’d favored since rising slowly in the ranks at the firm.\u00a0 It had taken a single moment of third-hand office gossip to inform her that upper management had a hard time taking her seriously when she looked so young.\u00a0 Or so feminine.\u00a0 That last was a whole other issue to deal with.\u00a0 So, she’d taken to putting her hair up.\u00a0 Now her hair did nothing to hide the hard lines of her face or the mean set to her eyes; a look developed over time to shield her emotions from the world around her.<\/p>\n

Lynn stared at the face of the women in front of her.\u00a0 Is that what I look like all the time, now?\u00a0 Not just in meetings or in front of a commissioner or judge?\u00a0 Is that what my few friends and coworkers see?\u00a0 Good god, it looks like I never smile and my whole damn face is pulled tight.\u00a0 Like a corpse.\u00a0 <\/i>\u00a0The recent memories and dreams of her childhood came to her again as her eyes wandered her face.\u00a0 No sign of the laughing child showed through.\u00a0 Reaching up, the young woman took hold of the two lacquered chopsticks keeping her hair in place.\u00a0 Lynn pulled and her brown hair unfurled around her. \u00a0The young woman smiled shyly at herself in the mirror and, finally, she saw the child from her dreams.<\/p>\n

Back at her desk, Lynn worked through the rest of her day.\u00a0 When lunch neared, she called the deli nearby and then, on a whim, she asked for a mix of ten different sandwiches and cookies.\u00a0 As soon as she hung up, she realized she’d had no idea how many office workers were in the building.\u00a0 A quick count of the people (not including the two senior partners) in her Outlook address book made her sigh in relief.\u00a0 Apparently, and a part of her was ashamed to not know this, there were nine people working in the cubicles on the main floor.\u00a0 She was sure there were six when she’d started.\u00a0 Mostly sure.\u00a0 Possibly sure.<\/p>\n

A quick email to the receptionist regarding the lunch was then sent out to the office workers.\u00a0 Lynn smiled to herself before diving back into her work.\u00a0 There was an enormous amount of law dealing with agriculture and it was certainly not a specialty of hers.\u00a0 Still, as Mr. Spiel would say, it was more billable hours for their firm.\u00a0 Even if all she was doing was double-checking local, state and federal laws.<\/p>\n

As the day turned into evening, people began leaving one-by-one .\u00a0 A careful knock at her door brought her eyes away from her monitor.\u00a0 “Yes?”\u00a0 She asked.\u00a0 The door opened.<\/p>\n

“Ms. Hathaway,” Jeanne said.\u00a0 “I have some preliminary information for you.\u00a0 So far, all I could find was Mr. Dailey, that’s Mr. Chapman’s neighbor, has a son that’s way behind on his student loans.\u00a0 I just haven’t been able to put a lot of time into it.”<\/p>\n

“Jeanne, it’s,” Lynn glanced at the corner of her monitor.\u00a0 “It’s after 8.\u00a0 Go home to your family.”<\/p>\n

“Oh, I… I don’t have a family, Ms. Hathaway.”<\/p>\n

Lynn grimaced.\u00a0 She should know these things.\u00a0 The woman had worked there before Lynn had started and so she should know about her coworkers and the people that worked under her.\u00a0 “I’m sorry. \u00a0Thank you, Jeanne.\u00a0 Don’t forget to update the software with your billable hours for P&G.\u00a0 I’ll head home soon, too.”<\/p>\n

“Yes, ma’am.\u00a0 I’ll email you before I go.”\u00a0 The woman turned and stepped from Lynn’s office before turning back.\u00a0 “I… I like what you did with your hair, Ms. Hathaway.”<\/p>\n

Lynn touched her loose hair and then yawned.\u00a0 Too long at the office today, <\/i>she told herself.\u00a0 Briefly she considered bringing her laptop home but somehow, sitting at her desk on a Friday night after 8 pm, she decided that she’d done enough.\u00a0 Jeanne’s email came in just as she logged off.\u00a0 Lynn turned off her lights and locked the door behind her.\u00a0 The entire office was empty.\u00a0 The young woman left, locking the building behind her before crossing the parking lot to her Mercedes.\u00a0 The same brand but a slightly older and slightly less fancy model than either of the senior partner.\u00a0 She’d bought it three months after her promotion when Mr. Spiel had hinted at her position coming with a need to “advertise” their success.\u00a0 Driving to a client in an old Toyota Camry just wouldn’t look good for business.\u00a0 Lynn had sighed and reduced her law school loan repayments to justify the extra cost.\u00a0 For the good of the company.<\/p>\n

On the quiet drive home, Lynn caught herself looking up at the few stars shimmering through the city lights and pollution and other things clogging the sky.\u00a0 She used to know quite a few of the constellations but now all she could point out was Orion’s Belt and the Big Dipper.\u00a0 She could see neither of those as she made her way home.\u00a0 She wondered what the stars looked like for Christopher but then shook herself away from the thought.\u00a0 It wasn’t her business and, besides, stars were stars.\u00a0 Just points of light.\u00a0 Who cares what they looked like?\u00a0 It didn’t matter to her or P&G or any of her other clients.<\/p>\n

An hour later, Lynn pulled a small steak from her oven.\u00a0 Without waiting for it to cool, she sliced the meat into slivers and then dumped them into her waiting salad.\u00a0 Her customary glass of red wine was now a second glass.\u00a0 The young woman hugged the salad bowl to her chest before walking to her breakfast nook.\u00a0 She’d considered eating and watching television but a cursory glance at the listings showed nothing she was interested in.\u00a0 So, she sat.\u00a0 Her curtains were opened to show a view of the city around her.\u00a0 The moon was a bright crescent and a few stars twinkled around it.<\/p>\n

Lynn watched cars silently move on the streets below as she ate.\u00a0 People and cars moving around.\u00a0 Going about their own lives.\u00a0 Working, coming home and living whatever life they have.\u00a0 Going home to family or… or a breakfast nook with a salad and a glass of wine.<\/i>\u00a0 The young woman chewed thoughtfully as she became lost in thought.\u00a0 In between bites, her teeth reformed.\u00a0 Her canine teeth widened at the tip, losing their point until they nearly matched the premolars next to them.\u00a0 Chewing her steak began to take longer and longer as her incisors followed her canine teeth; thickening until they lost their edge.\u00a0 Lynn chewed, working the meat around her mouth with a tongue slightly thicker than before.\u00a0 The young woman nearly choked on the pieces of meat and she found herself following each bite with a sip of wine to help it down.\u00a0 As she finished her last bite, she lay back in her chair to sip her wine.<\/p>\n

Her breasts were beginning to ache again but it wasn’t as bad as before and the wine distracted her.\u00a0 And, yet, even with the two glasses, she found sleep still far beyond her reach.\u00a0 She wondered, did Christopher have a hard time falling asleep?\u00a0 With all the manual work he did, waking up before dawn to deal with the farm and animals and everything else, did he drink himself to sleep at night?\u00a0 Or, did he sit outside, watching the thousands of stars until he simply decided to sleep?<\/p>\n

The young woman gently rubbed her lower stomach as she finished her wine.\u00a0 The thought of Christopher reminded her of the milk and her sleep from last night.\u00a0 Again, the woman stood and poured some of Christopher’s handmade milk into a mug.\u00a0 She sat back at the nook to drink the warmed milk.\u00a0 Laying her head against the cool window, she watched the sky, looking for the stars that Christopher could see.\u00a0 Did I watch the sky as a child?\u00a0 I can’t even remember.\u00a0 Probably not.\u00a0 We never really lived in the country.\u00a0 Not like Chris.\u00a0 Not like him.<\/i><\/p>\n

As with the night before, she felt her eyelids grow heavier the more she drank.\u00a0 The heat from the milk spread through her, calming her as it did.\u00a0 With a yawn, the woman made her way to her bathroom.\u00a0 It took a few minutes to clean off the bit of makeup she used and a few more to brush her teeth and then she stumbled off to her bedroom to tuck herself in. \u00a0Sleep closed around her and, in the darkness behind her eyes, a sea of stars bloomed.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Lynn woke to a mixture of warmth of coolness.\u00a0 Glancing at her clock, she was amazed to see that it was after 9 am.\u00a0 She absolutely couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept past 6 am, not since college.\u00a0 The sun warmed her bedroom but the coldness she felt… Lynn moved, pulling her blanket away.\u00a0 Her sheets were soaked with a slightly sour smelling liquid and, sitting up, she saw the front of her silk shirt was also completely wet.\u00a0 Lynn unbuttoned her top and when it opened, a single drop of translucent liquid welled from her left nipple.\u00a0 Her breasts were swollen; even larger than yesterday.\u00a0 They nearly bulged with their fullness and she felt heat radiating from them.\u00a0 The ache from yesterday had returned and was worse than before.\u00a0 Sitting up and moving around seemed to help but the pain was palpable.<\/p>\n

The drop of milk dripped to her lap and her eyes automatically followed its path.\u00a0 Her lower stomach bulged slightly.\u00a0 The tender area from yesterday was now distended and a darker shade of pink.\u00a0 Lynn rubbed the flesh and she felt again how thick it was.\u00a0 Thick yet smooth and it moved against her stomach as if it were a second layer of skin.<\/p>\n

“What.\u00a0 The.\u00a0 Fuck.” \u00a0Lynn enunciated.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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