Public Purchase - Part Four

As I go to say something more, holding up the bus pass, the driver just nods at me before tapping on a small device by the hand railing and then to a sign requesting that passengers don't speak to the driver while the bus is in motion.

Nodding to him, and more than a little desperate to sit down as I feel my shrunken frame jostle and shake thanks to the rough ride of the bus, I quickly scan my pass as I turn my attention to the bus at large.


As I reach the seats I find the bus a completely empty bus, taking a seat up the back for privacy.

My heart pounds inside my chest, the blood rushing inside my ears making it hard to hear or to concentrate as I stagger my way up the steps towards the rear of the bus. My mouth hangs open, cute and delicate gasps for air slipping from my plush lips and past my slightly crooked teeth as I drop my light and shrunken from into the strangely large and padded seats.

I slump down in the chair, my legs twitching a little after the burst of exertion so soon after my surgery and a dull buzzing forming inside my skull. For a moment I simply sit in silence, biting at my lip and pressing my broad brimmed hat into my lap as I try to calm down.

"Oh god" I think to myself, carefully trying to manage my breathing and to reduce my heart rate as best I can. "Should I have run? Is it safe? What if something jostles loose while its healing? Can I damage what's left of my brain in here?"

Steadying myself I just try to remain steady until the light static haze permeating my head dies down, clutching at the seat as I press my short frame against the cool metal wall. I'm slowly brought out of my nervous and anxious stupor as I look out of the window, the lack of any sudden stops and starts finally reaching me through all the panic.

My jaw drops as I stare at the passing trees beyond the window, the lush greenery lining the road only being broken up with the occasional farm house or large grazing pasture. I quickly shuffle around in my seat, ignoring a buzzing in my head for a moment as I look out through the back window, my gaze falling to the city in the distance and the suburbs hanging low on the horizon in comparison.

I whip my head around, my curly red hair smacking me in the face distractingly as I try to look around the bus. A slight gasp slips from my lips as I glance over seat after seat, finding the bus empty aside from me and the driver.

 

With a giddy grin spreading across my lips I inch back into my cramped little corner, pulling my legs up onto the seats beside me. I blink a little in disbelief, struggling to wrangle the memory of my long pale legs with the petite but athletic ones stretching our from under my lime green polka-dot dress.

For a second I worry about the mud-caked boots on the fabric seat, the idea of dirtying up the place becoming a present concern. However, as I feel my plush and firm bare rear press into my dress and the seat beneath me a wicked grin spreads across my lips.

"Aurelia wouldn't care" I whisper to myself, looking down at my chest as I reach up to pulling the straps of the dress down over my shoulders. As the straps fall I feel my face burn red, shimmying my shoulders a little as I slowly pull the dress further down to inch painfully close to my plump and tan chest. "I shouldn't care either" I whimper nervously, tugging roughly at the dress as I let my plush and perky breasts breath.

The my arms are slightly pinned thanks to the vest and the dress straps working in concert to bind my slender arms, my range of motion being limited in my partially undressed state. With a lecherous grin I reach up, cupping my new chest in my petite and bandage covered hands as I let my finders sink in with delight.

A low rolling moan slips out against my will, my fingers quickly slithering up to my ghostly nipples before lightly teasing the overly sensitive nubs. Shivers run down my spine, branching shocks of pleasure coursing through the malleable mounds in my grasp.

My head aches, the buzzing coming back with a vengeance as I play with my purchased body. Despite the past fear of the reaction I continue my exploration, my horny teenage hormones quickly overpowering my better judgement.

Gasping and mewling with my sweet and chipper new voice I begin to shift to firmly groping my chest, my fingers sinking in deeper while I pinch and play with the rapidly hardening nipples that were slowly becoming intoxicating.

Reaching down, shifting and shuddering under a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as my shoulder straps dig into my upper arm, I begin to pull up the rest. My eyelids flutter, my teeth bite into my low lip in an effort to dull my delighted utterances. Inch by inch I tug the dress up, the moist heat building between my legs begging for relief in the open air.

As the hem of the dress climbs higher and higher up my thigh I slowly begin to spread my legs, letting my right leg slide from the set as my boot hits the floor with a loud thud.

"Holy... holy shit..." I whimper, my delicate voice sounding downright pathetic under the barrage of sexual frustration. "When was the last time..." I barely manage to choke out, my gaze locking to the first few wiry hair covering my groin as I shimmy the dress up past my drooling mound. "Was she just always this... hor... monal?" I huff, trying to steer my words in a less sexual direction.

Despite my best efforts to calm down, to turn my mind to more productive thoughts, I soon find my left hand reaching down towards my pale hips and messy of short copper hairs. I'm forced to place a hand over my mouth, leaving my breasts alone as I stifle the squealing escaping my lips.

My back begins to arch as my fingers glide over the rough hairs, the petite digits inching closer and closer to the desperate wet heat between my legs. I can feel my pussy quiver in anticipation, the juices dripping down my full squished ass cheeks.

With a lewd grin stretching ear to ear I can't help but tease myself just a little more. With my fingers tracing a line around my aching mound, my heart fluttering and my head positively abuzz with a worrying static, poke and prod around my new sex as I drink in the subtle jiggle beneath my grasp.

As I position myself to take the final plunge, sweat beading up across my forehead and exposed chest as I pant heavily into my free hand, I feel the bus lurch to a stop.

My eyes shoot wide in a panic, my moan of pleasure shifting to a squeal of panic and fear as I scramble to make myself decent. Kicking with my legs and tugging at the hem of the dress I quickly try to cover my plush and juicy thighs, my gagging hand racing to pull the dress back up over my chest and the straps up my bare arms.

With my heart hammering, my blood running cold despite the heat burning inside me, I shuffle around to look down the seats of the bus. I cock my eyebrow, failing to see anyone else on the bus despite it having stopped. For a moment I consider just going back to what I had been doing, my voracious body demanding release in the relative privacy of the bus. However, before I can slink my way back to the seat I watch as the bus driver hops out of his chair and opens the door.

The older man simply stands in the door way, no longer in his enclosed booth, lighting up a cigarette as he waits for the route to continue.

Catching me in the corner of his eye he looks over, giving me a warm smile.

"Hey there sweetheart, just running a little early. We'll get back on the road soon" he calls out, taking a deep drag from with cigarette before releasing the smoke outside. His eyes roam over me for a second, his gaze lingering on my tomato red and deeply embarrassed face.

"Uh... when will..." I begin to meekly croak, coughing a little as I struggle to speak after almost being caught in such a compromised state.

"A few minutes..." he states, poking his head outside for a moment before pulling it back inside. "It gets pretty hot back there huh?" he says with a little chuckle, his innocent comment sending my heart rate through the roof.

"What?! No! I mean..." I squeal, wriggling in discomfort as I feel my thighs stick together beneath my dress.

"You can open the window if that helps" he says, flipping the filter of his cigarette out the door. "The latch is just above the frame up..." he explains point up above me as I clutch at my knees and my dress.

"Thank you" I call back nervously, giving the driver a weak smile. "I'll... I'll open it once we're on the road."

The bus driver gives me a little chuckle, closing the bus door with a laugh.

"Reading you loud and clear little lady" he says, looking a quickly out the window and to the gravel parking lot we had pulled into. "Doubt we'll miss anyone leaving a few minutes early, let's get back 'on the road' as you say.

The remainder of the trip is spent in awkward silence, my mind torn between the fear of almost getting caught once again and the desperate need to explore further. Caught between these states I simply find myself spacing out in my seat, the energy building up inside me feeling like it needs to come out soon in one way or another.

My legs jiggle and shake, my hands fiddling with my straw hat and Aurelia's homemade earrings in an effort to keep myself distracted.

My heart skips a beat as I feel Aurelia's phone jostle in my vest pocket, bumping against my elbow as we take a harsh turn. My excitement abounds at the thought of getting a chance to distract myself properly, having spent so long lingering in a horny limbo.

As I pull the phone from my pocket, my scarred and bandaged fingers clutching the large and heavily scuffed device, I hear a loud beep ring out through the bus.

Looking around I notice all manner of building passing by the windows, a blend of extremely older brick and plaster blending in with the occasional multistory building of glass and steel. The streets are rough and bumpy, the footpaths cracking as patches of green slip through, showing the age of the infrastructure around me.

Small gift shops and restaurants race past the windows along with stores selling camping and hiking gear. My gaze drifts up further to glance over the roof tops, my search being rewarded with the sight of rolling forested hills and towering mountains surrounding the town like a bowl.

I lurch forward as the bus pulls up to the curb, the door opening before we even come to a full stop.

"End of the line sweetheart!" the bus driver calls back to me, my stomach sinking at the realization I needed to get out. I glance down at the phone, wincing and cursing softly under my breath at the waste of time this bus ride had been.

"Thanks..." I coos softly, checking quickly to make sure I was proper before putting my hat on and hopping to me unsteady feet. I grumble as I feel my thighs tap together, the juices that had once coated them having dried somewhat and leaving them feeling just off as I walk.

As I approach the front of the bus the driver gives me one last smile and a nod, his gaze looking around for a moment.

"No worries little lady, here on vacation or..." he muses, looking up at the hills and mountains around us.

"I... uh..." I meekly mutter, looking around in disbelief myself. "I live here with my... my moms..." I manage to continue, struggling to remember what little I knew about Aurelia's life from our chats. The man seems a little taken aback at something in my comment, his demeanor growing a little colder out of no where.

"Oh... have a nice day" he states, watching as I stagger awkwardly down the large steps and out onto the uneven footpath. "God bless" he calls out, the doors shutting before I'm even standing up straight from my stumble out onto the street.

 

Taking a deep breath I watch as the bus pulls out, the warm sun above me feeling almost heavenly and deeply distracting as I feel it on my arms. I hold them out a little past the brim of my hat, taking in the warmth and taking a deep breath of fresh mountain air as a warm smile creeps across my lips.

"Okay... I'm home... I guess..." I giggle, shimmying my hips from side to side with glee as I look over the quiet early afternoon streets. While likely bustling and full on the weekend and holidays, the town seemed largely dead without tourists and visitors to fill the cafes and stores lining the shopping district.

Swallowing hard, running my tongue along my slightly crooked teeth, I try to remember what Aurelia had told me about getting home.

"Up the street?" I mutter, looking around at the intersection I had found myself in. "She said something about a dirt road right? Yeah... I mean..." I huff, struggling to remember everything that happened in the rush to make the bus after our surgery.

As I wander down to the corner, glancing up and down the streets in the hopes of getting some sort of insight into where to go, I spy...