Double Dipping (a Liza story)

 13/25

Half way. As always, the full Aiko set is on my index page.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. However, if you pass with flying colours first time round, double down on that biatch! That's what Liza had always thought anyway. So when the second parcel of Aiko's candy arrived, she already knew exactly what she was going to do with it. Much to her brother's dismay, she only put aside a small pack of the heart shaped treats to manage his cravings, though what he didn't know was that Liza had begun to experiment with melting the candy down and re-setting it, cutting it with regular sugar and flavoured sherbet. She would be slipping him weaker and weaker doses of the potent sweets until she was sure he would be climbing into her dresses and slapping on her makeup for nothing more than a placebo.

The vast majority of Liza's new order was reserved for her second target – Glenn, her ex. He wasn't the worst guy in the world as far as ex-boyfriends go – more boring than anything malicious. He had wanted to take things slow – to hold hands and watch the clouds in the sky when what Liza really wanted was for him to try to get in her panties. Well, now he was in her panties...and her skirt...and her tube top...and her stockings, platform shoes and about ten pounds of cosmetics.

She had got him with some trap chewing gum and then once he was nicely trussed up in some breast forms she had found online, she switched to some of her homemade candyfloss, which he had begun to gobble with such desperation that he didn't notice the surprise on Liza's face on spotting the tattoos etched on the skin of her supposed goody-two-shoes ex beau. If you had let me see these when I wanted to, you wouldn't be in this pretty little mess, she thought to herself.

Two hours later, Glenn was shuffling home the best he could on the massive platform shoes his feet were crammed into. He felt weirdly grateful for the fluffy ball of candyfloss in his fist as he could use it to hide behind as people passed. If only he could stop eating it... He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was what was driving the craving that has been leveraged against him to get him into this ridiculous outfit but he just couldn't stop himself. It was the only thing suppressing the itch than ran from beneath the wig Liza had glued to his scalp, down his spine under the bra-strap holding his breast forms in and down the backs of this stockinged legs all the way to his painted toe nails. And for what? Acting like a gentleman? He certainly didn't look like a gentleman. He didn't exactly look like a 'lady' either but that was neither here nor there...

Liza watched from a distance snapping photographs for her new blog. Her brother's photoshoot had attracted some online attention but she needed more. She needed enough of a buzz that Aiko couldn't help but notice her. The next order from Akio's webstore would need to be much bigger if see was going to get the followers she wanted. Speaking of followers...Glenn was starting to attract the gazes of some of the neighborhood boys. Good, she thought, if they like what they see, they should have no objection to joining him.