This choice: Vivi, a busty blonde, with a ditzy and clumsy nature. • Go Back...Chapter #4Vivi the Ditz by: Unknown The woman who had walked through the door began strolling over to you. On her way over, she accidentally tripped on the carpet twice, knocked over another restaurant patron as she turned, and smacked her purse into one of the maids, causing them to drop their food tray. Seemingly oblivious to the chaos she was leaving in her wake, she sat down across from you and smiled warmly, her expression innocent and happy.
“Like, hey there! My name’s Vivi! What’s yours?” The woman’s voice was high-pitched and bubbly, reminding you more of an excited teenager than the thirty-something year old she appeared to be. Her sparkling blue eyes and attractive face were framed by wavy blonde hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Her skin was tan, smooth, and flawless.
Vivi was an extremely curvaceous woman, with a body easily rivaling your own. Her hips were wide, and her ass was large and rounded perfectly. She had thick thighs and long legs, but a fairly lean stomach. Her breasts were absolutely massive, larger than even yours. Her figure was complemented by her outfit, which consisted of a skin-tight, blue dress that hugged her body. A generous amount of cleavage as on display, and her dress barely went down past her butt.
“Uh…hey Vivi. My name’s Trish.” You replied, after taking a moment to observe your date. Vivi giggled.
“Trish. That’s, like, a funny name. But cute though. I like it!”
“Thanks.” You returned a smile, though you still felt uneasy. This woman was clearly a ditzy, clumsy, and forgetful lady. She also had the speech pattern and attitude of a cheerleader. Did you really want to start a relationship with a girl like this?
The two of you ordered drinks from the maid taking care of you, and then chatted idly for five minutes. Vivi discussed her career as a fashion model, and about all of the various gigs she had gotten over the years. You talked about how you were the creator of the gummy brand, a fact that astonished your date. Vivi explained how much she loved gummy clothing, and you couldn’t help but feel a small shiver. Something inside of you was setting off warning bells.
When the maid returned with the drinks, it only took Vivi three seconds to spill the drink all over herself. She quickly placed an order for a meal, and the scurried off to the bathroom. You couldn’t help but notice her sizable rear jostling back and forth as she ran to the bathroom. You placed your own order, and then let out a sigh as the maid walked back to the kitchen. This date was certainly an odd one.
You twiddled your thumbs waiting for Vivi to return from the bathroom, casually glancing at your phone, the only thing you had brought with you into the restaurant. Suddenly, you sneezed, and dropped your phone underneath the table. It slid to a stop near the edge of the table. Groaning, you leaned down across the seat, trying to reach your phone.
At that exact moment, two maids exited the kitchen, pushing an extremely large cart of dirty dishes. Unable to see anything in their path, they pushed the cart forward until the front wheel ran over your phone. Your phone shattered to pieces, and the cart titled. The dishes, stacked incredibly high, lost their balance and toppled over.
You didn’t even have a second to scream as the wave of dishes collapsed down onto your seat, crushing you flat. You heard the muffled sounds of the two maids shriek as they hastily fixed their mistake. In the process of gathering up the dishes, your flat body was crumpled and mangled further. Thankfully, your clothing was still intact, leaving you looking like a red glob of gummy.
The two maids continued pushing the cart, blissfully unaware of the damage that had been done. You didn’t waste a second willing your body to reform, pushing your focus to the limit. You needed to reform as quickly as possible, before this mess became a nightmare. This was supposed to be a fun date night, not a life-threatening situation after all.
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