Mind Taker - Part Four

Before long I find myself following the young goth woman out into the street, her whole body hunching down awkwardly as she begins to pace down the footpath with me in tow.

"I missed you..." she mutters, giving a weak smile as she wrings her free hand around her wrist. "Since I broke... I mean... I realized that I really..." she begins to ramble, cutting herself off again as she pauses her stride in thought.

"Okay..." Gracie muses, her eyes darting around as she looks up as if in search for something in the air. Her tongue pokes out the side of her mouth, another subtle mannerism of my ex suddenly appearing in my upstairs neighbor. "Look... I'll explain everything, but we've got to find you a new..."

"So...for you?... I'm thinking...Bare with me, but what about someone like... Bubbly and girly as a contrast to...Me?" she mumbles with her stolen voice, glancing down at her tattooed hand and biting at the steel ring in her bottom lip. Her eyes glance back at me for a moment, a flash of fear shining from behind them before becoming seemingly lost deeper within.

The slender goth girl stumbles along down the street, my own body staggering limply along behind her against my will. My gaze is locked to her, any attempt to look away from Gracie merely resulting in a slight shake from my eyes.

Gracie mutters slightly under her breath, her eyes narrowing to a squint as she slips into deep thought. "But that redhead's tits were... am I a... a boob girl now? I've never really... but I could..."

Suddenly, I watch as she perks up. With a snap of her finders a broad grin spreads across her lips as she look up at the nearly street signs. "Oh I know just who... Remember Millicent babe? What did Mrs Mawab used to call her? Millie Milkers?

Millicent Baker was a sweet young woman who had only just started her college classes right as I had started to be edged out in the budget cuts. A rather quiet and meek young woman for the most part despite being a year older than most of her class mates, soft spoken yet extremely giggly and warm once she had settled in.

Her long and wavy dirty blonde hair was rarely seen without some sort of pastel colored hairband or cute little clip in it, the thick shimmering strands draping down well past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. Try as I might I simply couldn't remember a time she had worn something other then dress or skirt, the long a modest clothes covering her wide hips and slender legs.

However, her most eye-catching feature and the one that cemented her nickname with the more jealous members of staff was her chest. Millie Milkers simply struggled to hide her chest, despite her best efforts. No matter what she wore, be it a simple white t-shirt to a loose pink sundress, her massive bust appeared to scream for attention as it sagged heavily and strained at whatever material was stretched across it.

A life of back pain and overspending on custom bras would plague poor Millicent's future, a common thing of note with some of the older gossips around the office before I left.

 

My stomach sinks as I watch Gracie take a sharp turn, the young woman staggering as though entirely unused to her achingly tired legs and towering leather boots. With each passing street sign it quickly becomes more and more clear just where were were heading. My body fights my every action, my legs powering along in pace with Gracie as she snakes her way down the busy streets and darts across intersections.

Before long I find myself slowing down, mirroring the dark haired girl ahead of me. In the corner of my vision I can spot it, the towering old building that made up our state library. It was certainly a sight to behold, a blend of old world aesthetics including pillars of columns in the facade with a far more impressive modern interior. The whole building had been torn out years ago for a remodel, short a few of the smaller back rooms and heritage spaces that clung on for dear life while also serving to give the space some sense of its original character.

"She still volunteers here right?" mutters the obviously exhausted young woman ahead of me, her hand reaching up to button her shirt slightly in an attempt to relieve some of the sweat building over her slender pale form.

Without much of a way to respond I soon find myself trailing along and up the steps towards the library itself, the wide open wooden doors looming above us as I'm forced to follow the little body snatcher into the lobby. I watch as she glances around, her mind racing as she tries to remember something. With a sudden lurch I stagger forwards, following along as Gracie bounds over to a little sign leading towards the main hall.

"Admin... Archives... Balcony..." she muses, looking over the sign as a sly grin forms on her lips. "I can't believe I don't need..." she begins to giggle, moving to touch the bridge of her nose as though to adjust a pair of phantom glasses. Her smile grows wider as she spots something, her finger snapping to a small arrow pointing deep in and the little note reading.

Children/Schools

With no small amount of haste we shuffle down through the towering main hall, the staggered balconies above allowing readers down below to see the various rows of shelves and sitting areas above. Long tables and seats line the hall in rows, each filled with people studying or simply reading amongst small piles of books.

"Shit..." Gracie mutters, pouting much like Fiona always had when frustrated. "I'm going to need to study here, no way she could afford new textbooks on whatever..." she grumbles, sighing a little before perking up slightly and back peddling a little.

A small door leads off to a side room, one of many lining the main hall. Beyond sits a brightly colored room, grass green carpets dotted with images of red and white spotted mushrooms. The blue walls are painted with pictures of clouds closer to the ceiling and small flowers sitting right next to where it meets the carpet.

It's an open space, with only a few scant small book shelves made for children to be able to reach the top. The center of the room lays empty, a few scant books dotting the ground and a large TV screen on wheels sitting at the back of the space. I watch as a short figure walks out from behind the TV, the extremely slender and overly well-endowed vision of Millicent quickly slipping into view.

Taking a hold of the cart she grunts slightly as she begins to push it, her stick-like arms struggling to get the large metal cart moving on the soft carpet. Her unwieldy chest does not help things at all, the massive sagging bust squishing against her arms as it tugs at the seams of her simply white t-shirt without any bra for support. A long flowing pink skirt drapes itself around her legs, small pictures of white bunny rabbits dotting the bright and vibrant material covering her lower body.

"Hey! Millie!" Gracie calls out, her smile reaching from ear to ear as she shoots me a quick glance. The short young blonde jumps with a start, her chest roiling like liquid long after she comes to a stand still. I try to call out as Gracie and I approach, to warn her or even seek her help to no avail.

"Um... hello..." Millicent mutters back, blinking for a moment as if to snap herself out of a stupor. "Are you here for... Wait, don't I know you from..." she begins to ask, point at me as she tries to pin down where she had seen me before.

In one quick motion I watch as Gracie slides in beside Millicent, her eyes darting down to the young woman's painfully large breasts and the copious amount of side-boob contained within her cheap cotton shirt. I begin to slide closer as well against my will, watching in terror as Gracie slaps a small black box to the back of Millicent's neck.

"There we go" she giggles with glee, watching as Millicent suddenly locks up and her mouth hangs agape. Her bright blue eyes dart around in horror, short sharp gasps slipping from her plush and shiny pink lips as I watch Gracie unplug me from her phone before reaching the cable up behind the young blonde's neck.

"Don't worry honey, I promise to get you a new bra for your birthday" she giggles, shifting her hand around in search of something. "Whenever... that... is..." she mutters, poking out her tongue playfully as a painful pulse quickly rips through my head.