
Written by Diana
As our canoes sped up, they became faster and faster, and soon the coastline of California came into view on the horizon. Josh guided us to his mansion near a private beach in beautiful Malibu. When we left our former prison it was late afternoon, but as we arrived, finally on Josh’s private beach, the sun scratched the horizon. It lit up the sky in a beautiful mix of all colors from blue to yellow to red. We got out of our boats, but we could do nothing else but witness that beautiful spectacle of mother earth. The actions that happened to us the last days were totally washed away out of our brains. As the sky became dark, Josh asked us if we would like to go in our new home. We agreed, suddenly recognizing how tired we had become. When we entered Josh’s mansion our mouths dropped open. From the sounds of an opening and closing door clucked, we heard footsteps followed by a man that seemed to be Josh’s butler. He headed to Josh and they talked for a few moments. The rest of us stayed in the background until Josh turned around and told us that they were going to arrange a room for us four girls; it would take only a few moments. As promised, George, Josh’s butler, crossed to us and asked us: Meg, Amanda, Diana and Jewel to follow him. We said goodnight to everyone and followed George a floor up into a big and beautiful room with four king-sized beds. We thanked him and each one of us headed towards a bed. While we headed towards them each one of us ripped the torn rags from our bodies. There wasn’t anything we had to hide from each other. We slipped in our beds, wished each other a good night and drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.
The sun stood high on the sky when we awoke the next morning. Downstairs in our new home, were many people making preparations for the day, but all that noise couldn’t wake us up. Our new bodies completely filled our beds. If anybody would take a look in our bedroom, they would see four gigantic girls who don’t know their new bodies yet. While Meg stretched out her massive arms and legs straight away from her body, Amanda hugged her gigantic bosom, letting her big biceps compress it. On the other hand Jewel lay on her side using one of her arms as a pillow, and Diana, well she used to lie on her stomach but now her breasts press her upper body away from her mattress so that her head barely touches her pillow. You could see that we were sleeping soundly. Next to each of our beds was a small table with an alarm clock and suddenly Amanda’s alarm clock began ringing. Amanda’s hand stretched out to turn the alarm off only this time a few times faster and many times stronger. As a result her hand didn’t just hit the clock, but went right through it splitting the table underneath with it. Those shattering sounds finally woke us up. Each of us searched for the source of such a disturbing noise. Only Amanda looked down at her hand and saw the broken remains of the table. Our eyes met for a moment, and we burst into laughter. We laughed for long time, minutes perhaps not realizing how badly we missed being happy again. We enjoyed it until we heard a knocking on our door followed by a voice we recognized as George, Joshua’s butler.