Desired Goods: Carrie part 3 Big Money (Patreon)

Desired Goods: Carrie part 3 Big Money

“What kind of question is that? Who wouldn’t take 2000 dollars?” Carrie blurted out.

“Very well my master” Mimic shouted as his bag opened wide. His face once again disappeared within his void and a light started to emanate in its place. The light was magnificently beautiful and dazzlingly colourful as it grew stronger and stronger until it became too blinding to look at and Carrie was forced to turn away, covering her eyes from the powerful radiant glow. And just as soon as it filled the room, the light faded and died off, leaving the room as if nothing had happened.

Carrie stumbled forward. An incredible weight almost causing her to crash onto the floor. Carrie’s arms wrapped around herself and she staggered and swayed trying to stay on her feet.

“What did you do to me, you little monster!” Carrie yelled as both arms struggled to hold her now watermelon sized breasts. Carrie couldn’t believe it, in an instant she went from having small breasts to giants ones that’s weight was making it hard to stand upright and were already hurting her back. Carrie’s top stretched out as the fabric struggled not to tear in two trying to contain her, each breast had grown to be the size of a watermelon and thrice as soft, . It was while her arms sunk into her new that Carrie had a realization.

The 2000 dollars must have been money some women had been saving up for a breast reduction.

“Mimic, undo this, swap them back!” Carrie grunted as she heaved her heavy chest, slamming them onto her desk.

“Sorry, I can’t do that. The seller doesn’t want them back” Mimic said, his eye looking taxed and tired.

Mimic let out a big yawn, Carrie noticed how his eye was drooping like that of a tired toddler “ should I… finish the rules?” He asked as he blinked multiple times, his eyes staying closed for longer periods of time with each one.

“More rules? Why didn’t you tell me before” Carrie said in panicked tone.

“You interrupted me” mimic said in a sluggish manner. He continued “ I can only do three trades a day” stopping to once again yawn “ after three trades I get… tired and…” before being able to finish Mimics eye closed and faded into his void, his zipper mouth returning and within a moment he was the simple bag again.

Carrie grabbed the bag and shook it “ hey, get back here and fix this!” She stopped, the jostling had caused her new breasts to jiggle regressively which was something she was not prepared for.

“Ok Carrie, think! He said he can do three trades a day, so all I have to do is wait til tomorrow and I can get him to fix this” Carrie said to herself, lifting and releasing her massive mammaries, the weight of which forcing her to sway forward.

Carrie stole a glance of herself in the mirror and saw her usually pear-shaped frame was now far more hourglass in shape, an exaggerated hourglass if you asked Carrie.

“ What did he say earlier? He likes raw rice. Maybe if I got some I could get him to wake up early” Carrie continued “but I’m all out. I’d have to go out and buy some, and going out like this” Carrie said as she again lifted her breasts before dropping them, causing another wave of jiggling “I doubt that’s a good idea, but I’m not sure how much longer my back can take being this well endowed!” She exclaimed to herself as she put both hands on the arch of her back.

What shall Carrie do?

Stay in and await morning

Go out and buy some raw rice