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Tomorrow the promise of spring will blossom as flowers do, yet today the wind blows cold, the last serenade winter's song. Upon the grass there is snow, much like sprinkled sugar over cake. The frigid air has a way of keeping us in the moment, wicking away body heat faster than it is replaced. It's one of those days when normal clothes aren't enough, when they feel thinner than they are. Breaths rise in puffs, arms hug each body tightly and there is a briskness to movements that will melt with the snow.

“C-come on Jess it's freezing out here” the clustering chatter of her teeth bother her, The blond hair Amber spoke to her best friend. It was winter and it was hitting hard with its cold winds. She didn’t like the cold as much as Jess. “C-can we go inside now?” hugging herself to keep warm, even with the woolly coat and warm clothing she had on, the cold messed with her mentally. She felt cold even though it was warm. She kept her eyes glued to her friend who wore a little less warm clothing then she did.

Jess looked at Amber with a smirk as she was happy with joy. “Ok ok, it’s not even cold out. I’m more happy about getting this boombox!” having the cold metal press on her shoulder, her light blue hair hanging around her ear as she played some groovy beats. Letting the box boom the sound of 70’s music in her ear. She fully enjoyed the tones that it was playing.

Amber looked at her with disappointment hanging in her face “Why did you buy that again? That piece of junk is old, yet it does have good songs” She proclaimed the pros and cons of this boombox, yet didn’t understand the reason why Jess bought it.

“Hey! It's not old, it's just...a bit rusty I suppose and it was on sale at this fetish shop. The guy said ``just give yourself to the rhythm.” explaining herself and the reason why they were out shopping. She spotted the thing only a few days ago and wanted to buy it. “I don’t know what he means by that but I’m starting to groove with it” moving slowly side to side as the music played. Jess clapped her hand against her thigh as the grooving 70’s music went on.

“Let's just get home, it's cold out here…” Amber looked forward once more, wanting to get out of the cold. Jess nodded only as they made their way home. The day was still young for the two and chores needed to be done. They kept walking as Jess had her fun with her new toy, with the music playing there pace was faster. Making good time only takes five minutes to get home then the usesal ten.

With no hesitation Amber rushes in opening the door to be in the comfy warmth of their house. She turns left making a break for the living room couch, throwing her extra clothing off as she was happy to be home. Jess follows after closing the front door not to let the cold air in, she went after Amber but headed to the kitchen passing the living room.

Both let out a deepened sigh from the sight of their house interior, the place was a mess and chores stacked up. "Amber got up, we got chores to do." She places down her boombox slowly turning up the volume to give them a beat to follow as they clean.

Amber sighed once more “Ok, but let's split them up so we can get it done faster” sitting up straight as Jess hands her the list of chores. There were only four on the list perfect for splitting it up. Looking over it there was only to clean dishes, vacuum the living room, fold clothing that was in the dryer and clean the house of dust.

Jess and Amber gave each other looks as they called their responsibility. “I’ll take the dishes and dust.” Jess acted fast before Amber could respond, Amber only replied with a nod as both went off to do their thing. The boombox was still on as music played in the background, Amber stopped as Jess went off to the kitchen not noticing her pit stop near the boom box.

Amber looked at the thing seeing if she could change the radio station to put something decent on. There was no dial to turn the station but she managed to find buttons on the top, only seeing five buttons on the thing. Two being the volume and one being the power button. The other two were for changing the station which she was glad to see the double arrow on. She pressed the right double arrow to change the channel to something more traditional music. But she realized after a couple tries she kept hearing the same funky music. She got a bit upset from this giving up, hitting the top of the boombox. “Stupid piece of junk!” she stormed off to do her chores.

What Amber didn’t know was that her hit did something to the boombox. It’s regular jamming tunes cease to exist as a voice echoes through the house. “Well~ Thanks to checking into sixties point zero FM! I’m your DJ, Funk-a-Dunk and here to deliver you some groovy music~ And here we go~” The funky voice was energetic as Jess turned on the water to the kitchen sink. She listened to the man's voice as he ranted about sponsorships. She grabbed her rag and soap, reaching into the sink scrubbing one of the many dishes. She dipped the dish in the water, getting it wet. She had her rag covered in soap beforehand.

“Now my Funk Fans~ Moves those hips and rock those bodies side to side, the music that will hypnotize you will start now~” with a single clap the voice vanishes. The golden rule held the whole house in its hand. Jess and Amber didn’t notice the boom box was shaking as the single tune rose up through the silence, and from that the funky soundwaves of the freshious beat began. Jess started to scrub to the beat, with the uptown funk infecting her body like a vire. Soon Jess started to tap her foot, bobbing her head in a nodding motion. She was really feeling the funk in the music.
She continued washing dishes with a steady pace to go with the beat. “This hit, that ice cold. Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold. This one for them hood girls. Them good girls straight masterpieces”

“ Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city. Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent. Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty~” Jess song as her body gives in, her hips rock side to side. Clapping her cheeks as she does so. As the funky music infiltrated her mind, her body let loose. She dropped the plate and rag. She twirls around stopping as she rotates her forearms around each other, rocking her hips side to side still. As she danced she felt the hypnotic groove imprinting into her mind, her eyes soon fading from their color.

Her body gradually danced to the living room with it having a strange effect happening to it. As she boggy woggy to the dance floor, her body expanded in ways she didn’t notice. Her clothing stretched out as her breast and ass bumped up more as she danced. Her breast bursted out as a moan escaped her lips. Her current clothing stretches to their maximus capacity, yet they didn’t rip. The color darkens as the fabric rid itself of its hardening stretchy sounds.

Her jeans darken with a stripes moving in a diagonal pattern. The different shades of purple fitted well as her top with the under shirt match her pants. Her bra like shirt held tight to her body as the outline of her nipples grew in size. Mid-way to the living room Jess started to bust a move. Twirling around as electrical currents filtered through her curvy body, exploded throughout the tips of her figures as they pointed up in the air. With the action came a reaction with her hair, it funked up turning into a big baby blue afro. Busting the moves of the electric bugalu, as the fierce lighting strikes from the tips of her fingers.

“Yaaaaaaa Girl!~ Feel that electrical waves hypnotize your mind~” DJ Funk-a-Dunk voice slips in smoothly as the boombox itself starts to hop towards Jess letting more of the electrifying funk take her mind. It only stopped waiting only a few feet next to her as she kept dancing.

Meanwhile, Amber was dusting the halls as the music played. She let out a soft sigh from her frowning lips as this funk wasn’t getting to her. “Testing testing My funky ladies, DJ Funk-a-Dunk here to deliver the Dunk after the funk. Enjoy the music Wintergatan - Marble Machine (music instrument using 2000 marbles) Because there will be more than funk for those who like little more than 60’s” Amber stopped for a moment as her ears tingle from the sudden news.

With anew the song that was announced played, with her ears turning into this marvelous sound. The soothing music called to her as it had its own funky beat to it.Tapping to the beat as she moved that body of her as she dusted off a few things from the shelf. The rhythmic grove slowly infected her mind as well, with the color in her eyes becoming dull with the pupils of her eyes swirling outward. This hipnotic song parted her mind from reality, keeping Amber from seeing what was happening to her body.

Her body shifted as the music rocked those hips, with the curves sliding outward and in. Changing her figure more and more with the flowing movements of her dance. The fabric that covers her body changed in more ways than one, becoming more fluent as its stiff look expands with her body. Fitting the bursty breast that wiggled and ass that twerked, and just like Jess the pattern was the same along with the short top bra. Her nipples explained leaving its mark as the outline of them could be seen.

Soon after Amber dropped the dust sweeper, she started to break it down. Her body giving away to being silent, she kicked that footloose. Flicking her right foot forward then back before taking a step forward. Leaning downward rotating her shoulders once, then bobbing her head down once more before rotating her shoulders forward. All the while keeping her arms to her side, giving them no permission to move. On the second rotation she held still, bending her knees forward then back to their original position. She lifted her hand, jacking her shoulders backwards as if she was lifting herself up. She slipped that forward right foot back before tossing her right arm forward, giving her dance the best she got.

She was the Lucio of this world with the “OH LET'S BREAK IT DOWN” moves, dancing towards the living room where Jess resides. Amber hair felt the fiery spirit as her movements gave off some serious heat, causing her hair to puff up. Having the same type of afro Jess had. The flaming heat that burst from her feet circled her as she moved.

“Oh ya~ Break it down my Funk-icious people!” The boombox still played as the two were in the living room boggy woogy ing it all day long. They had a whole weekend as it was funky friday.

Description
Tomorrow the promise of spring will blossom as flowers do, yet today the wind blows cold, the last serenade winter's song. Upon the grass there is snow, much like sprinkled sugar over cake. The frigid air has a way of keeping us in the moment, wicking away body heat faster than it is replaced. It's one of those days when normal clothes aren't enough, when they feel thinner than they are. Breaths rise in puffs, arms hug each body tightly and there is a briskness to movements that will melt with the snow.

“C-come on Jess it's freezing out here” the clustering chatter of her teeth bother her, The blond hair Amber spoke to her best friend. It was winter and it was hitting hard with its cold winds. She didn’t like the cold as much as Jess. “C-can we go inside now?” hugging herself to keep warm, even with the woolly coat and warm clothing she had on, the cold messed with her mentally. She felt cold even though it was warm. She kept her eyes glued to her friend who wore a little less warm clothing then she did.

Jess looked at Amber with a smirk as she was happy with joy. “Ok ok, it’s not even cold out. I’m more happy about getting this boombox!” having the cold metal press on her shoulder, her light blue hair hanging around her ear as she played some groovy beats. Letting the box boom the sound of 70’s music in her ear. She fully enjoyed the tones that it was playing.

Amber looked at her with disappointment hanging in her face “Why did you buy that again? That piece of junk is old, yet it does have good songs” She proclaimed the pros and cons of this boombox, yet didn’t understand the reason why Jess bought it.

“Hey! It's not old, it's just...a bit rusty I suppose and it was on sale at this fetish shop. The guy said ``just give yourself to the rhythm.” explaining herself and the reason why they were out shopping. She spotted the thing only a few days ago and wanted to buy it. “I don’t know what he means by that but I’m starting to groove with it” moving slowly side to side as the music played. Jess clapped her hand against her thigh as the grooving 70’s music went on.

“Let's just get home, it's cold out here…” Amber looked forward once more, wanting to get out of the cold. Jess nodded only as they made their way home. The day was still young for the two and chores needed to be done. They kept walking as Jess had her fun with her new toy, with the music playing there pace was faster. Making good time only takes five minutes to get home then the usesal ten.

With no hesitation Amber rushes in opening the door to be in the comfy warmth of their house. She turns left making a break for the living room couch, throwing her extra clothing off as she was happy to be home. Jess follows after closing the front door not to let the cold air in, she went after Amber but headed to the kitchen passing the living room.

Both let out a deepened sigh from the sight of their house interior, the place was a mess and chores stacked up. "Amber got up, we got chores to do." She places down her boombox slowly turning up the volume to give them a beat to follow as they clean.

Amber sighed once more “Ok, but let's split them up so we can get it done faster” sitting up straight as Jess hands her the list of chores. There were only four on the list perfect for splitting it up. Looking over it there was only to clean dishes, vacuum the living room, fold clothing that was in the dryer and clean the house of dust.

Jess and Amber gave each other looks as they called their responsibility. “I’ll take the dishes and dust.” Jess acted fast before Amber could respond, Amber only replied with a nod as both went off to do their thing. The boombox was still on as music played in the background, Amber stopped as Jess went off to the kitchen not noticing her pit stop near the boom box.

Amber looked at the thing seeing if she could change the radio station to put something decent on. There was no dial to turn the station but she managed to find buttons on the top, only seeing five buttons on the thing. Two being the volume and one being the power button. The other two were for changing the station which she was glad to see the double arrow on. She pressed the right double arrow to change the channel to something more traditional music. But she realized after a couple tries she kept hearing the same funky music. She got a bit upset from this giving up, hitting the top of the boombox. “Stupid piece of junk!” she stormed off to do her chores.

What Amber didn’t know was that her hit did something to the boombox. It’s regular jamming tunes cease to exist as a voice echoes through the house. “Well~ Thanks to checking into sixties point zero FM! I’m your DJ, Funk-a-Dunk and here to deliver you some groovy music~ And here we go~” The funky voice was energetic as Jess turned on the water to the kitchen sink. She listened to the man's voice as he ranted about sponsorships. She grabbed her rag and soap, reaching into the sink scrubbing one of the many dishes. She dipped the dish in the water, getting it wet. She had her rag covered in soap beforehand.

“Now my Funk Fans~ Moves those hips and rock those bodies side to side, the music that will hypnotize you will start now~” with a single clap the voice vanishes. The golden rule held the whole house in its hand. Jess and Amber didn’t notice the boom box was shaking as the single tune rose up through the silence, and from that the funky soundwaves of the freshious beat began. Jess started to scrub to the beat, with the uptown funk infecting her body like a vire. Soon Jess started to tap her foot, bobbing her head in a nodding motion. She was really feeling the funk in the music.
She continued washing dishes with a steady pace to go with the beat. “This hit, that ice cold. Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold. This one for them hood girls. Them good girls straight masterpieces”

“ Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city. Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent. Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty~” Jess song as her body gives in, her hips rock side to side. Clapping her cheeks as she does so. As the funky music infiltrated her mind, her body let loose. She dropped the plate and rag. She twirls around stopping as she rotates her forearms around each other, rocking her hips side to side still. As she danced she felt the hypnotic groove imprinting into her mind, her eyes soon fading from their color.

Her body gradually danced to the living room with it having a strange effect happening to it. As she boggy woggy to the dance floor, her body expanded in ways she didn’t notice. Her clothing stretched out as her breast and ass bumped up more as she danced. Her breast bursted out as a moan escaped her lips. Her current clothing stretches to their maximus capacity, yet they didn’t rip. The color darkens as the fabric rid itself of its hardening stretchy sounds.

Her jeans darken with a stripes moving in a diagonal pattern. The different shades of purple fitted well as her top with the under shirt match her pants. Her bra like shirt held tight to her body as the outline of her nipples grew in size. Mid-way to the living room Jess started to bust a move. Twirling around as electrical currents filtered through her curvy body, exploded throughout the tips of her figures as they pointed up in the air. With the action came a reaction with her hair, it funked up turning into a big baby blue afro. Busting the moves of the electric bugalu, as the fierce lighting strikes from the tips of her fingers.

“Yaaaaaaa Girl!~ Feel that electrical waves hypnotize your mind~” DJ Funk-a-Dunk voice slips in smoothly as the boombox itself starts to hop towards Jess letting more of the electrifying funk take her mind. It only stopped waiting only a few feet next to her as she kept dancing.

Meanwhile, Amber was dusting the halls as the music played. She let out a soft sigh from her frowning lips as this funk wasn’t getting to her. “Testing testing My funky ladies, DJ Funk-a-Dunk here to deliver the Dunk after the funk. Enjoy the music Wintergatan - Marble Machine (music instrument using 2000 marbles) Because there will be more than funk for those who like little more than 60’s” Amber stopped for a moment as her ears tingle from the sudden news.

With anew the song that was announced played, with her ears turning into this marvelous sound. The soothing music called to her as it had its own funky beat to it.Tapping to the beat as she moved that body of her as she dusted off a few things from the shelf. The rhythmic grove slowly infected her mind as well, with the color in her eyes becoming dull with the pupils of her eyes swirling outward. This hipnotic song parted her mind from reality, keeping Amber from seeing what was happening to her body.

Her body shifted as the music rocked those hips, with the curves sliding outward and in. Changing her figure more and more with the flowing movements of her dance. The fabric that covers her body changed in more ways than one, becoming more fluent as its stiff look expands with her body. Fitting the bursty breast that wiggled and ass that twerked, and just like Jess the pattern was the same along with the short top bra. Her nipples explained leaving its mark as the outline of them could be seen.

Soon after Amber dropped the dust sweeper, she started to break it down. Her body giving away to being silent, she kicked that footloose. Flicking her right foot forward then back before taking a step forward. Leaning downward rotating her shoulders once, then bobbing her head down once more before rotating her shoulders forward. All the while keeping her arms to her side, giving them no permission to move. On the second rotation she held still, bending her knees forward then back to their original position. She lifted her hand, jacking her shoulders backwards as if she was lifting herself up. She slipped that forward right foot back before tossing her right arm forward, giving her dance the best she got.

She was the Lucio of this world with the “OH LET'S BREAK IT DOWN” moves, dancing towards the living room where Jess resides. Amber hair felt the fiery spirit as her movements gave off some serious heat, causing her hair to puff up. Having the same type of afro Jess had. The flaming heat that burst from her feet circled her as she moved.

“Oh ya~ Break it down my Funk-icious people!” The boombox still played as the two were in the living room boggy woogy ing it all day long. They had a whole weekend as it was funky friday.