You seem a little different--Kenjorine

Chapter 7 ⭐

( TW: Description of boobs :D  )

          Kenny rushed to the bathroom as fast as possible, his feet hitting the old, matted carpet. This was the second time someone had awkwardly excused themselves to go to the bathroom today, and Kenny didn't plan on taking long. He wanted to revel in the presence of Marjorine as much as he could before she was gone.

          Just a quick cold shower, he thought, closing the bathroom door behind him. It's not like he took many hot showers, his parents only let him have one every few months, but at least they still had water. He knew it would help him calm down, though. 

          He then noticed Marjorine's prosthetic chest and lace bra sitting on the toilet seat. It startled him, as it looked so out of place sitting on the toilet seat. He didn't know who's it was, sitting there so casually, until he realized that Marjorine had gone to the bathroom with a chest and came back without. He hadn't noticed at first, but now, he was attentive. 

          However, this didn't help his erection. Instead, seeing Marjorine's boobs, just sitting there, made it worse. They looked so real, and so perfect. Soft and fair, with lovely pink nipples. Perky and pretty. Her laced bra was red, seductive, and elegant as it rested just in front of the prosthetic, leaning on it slightly.

          He could barely stop himself from staring. When he realized all this was doing was making his problem worse, he shut his eyes tight and began to undress.  First his parka, then his jeans, which hit the floor with a dull and quiet THUMP, then his tank top and vertically striped white and navy blue boxers. He suppressed a gasp as the air hit his genitals.

          He shivered and continued to make his way towards the shower with closed eyes. When the tits were out of sight, he opened his eyes again. He grabbed the left shower knob, and turned it all the way up. He jolted a bit as the cold water sprayed from the shower head and hit the porcelain tub.

          He made haste into stepping into the freezing water, and he grunted loudly as it pierced his back like icicle shards. He despised showers for this reason specifically. He adored the times when he got hot showers, and he'd make the water so hot that it'd scald his skin. 

          Nevertheless, it worked, and soon, his erection dissipated. He sighed in relief as he realized that it was finally gone. He turned the shower off and opened the curtain, relieved to finally get some warm air to touch his skin. 

         He stepped out, his wet body dripping on the floor, accumulating puddles of water. He sighed as he stood there, soaked and naked. Sometimes it was times like this where you really needed to catch a break.

          When he finished this weirdly poetic few seconds of silence, he continued towards his sink to grab a towel. He then proceeded to use the flat grey towel he had grabbed to dry his hair, his face, his torso, his legs and feet, then his junk. He proceeded to wrap the damp towel around his waist before running his hand through his still dripping, flat hair, and turning to leave the bathroom. 

          Sadly Kenny had been so deep in thought in the shower that he had forgotten that Marjorine was sitting on his bed, comfortable and pretty as a picture. When he had walked into the room, Marjorine turned her head towards him, and her eyes widened in surprise and arousal.

          "Hey, Kenny," she voiced, her tone slightly teasing. She smirked at him smugly.

          Kenny's face went red with embarrassment and he tried to cover up his torso, which was, undeniably, shredded.

          "No, move your hands, I want to see," Marjorine demanded flirtatiously. Kenny had no problem obliging, though his face still glowed red with embarrassment. 

          "Oh my hamburgers, Kenny. You got jacked!" She complimented, her cheeks sporting a light blush. 

          Kenny lightly chuckled, and his heart fluttered at the compliment given. He wanted that feeling again. He'd ask her to say it again, but his pride got in the way. Instead he settled for a simple explanation. 

          "Thank you," he smiled warmly. Marjorine returned the same smile, her's bright and eager. "I've been working in mechanics with my dad since a couple years after you left, and Stan got a gym room in his house a few years ago. I've been training there for 3-5 days every week."

          "Well, it's definitely payin' off! Look at you!" She exclaimed, touching back on his physique. He suppressed a giggle and blushed heavily.

          "You're not so bad yourself," he muttered, thinking back to the quite embarrassing changing scene from earlier. 

          "Oh, Kenny. You flatter me," Marjorine joked, getting up and making her way towards Kenny.

          "Marjie, I'm only in a towel!" Kenny reminded frantically, and Marjorine stopped. 

          "Yeah, I'm leaving so you can change," she explained, pointing to the door.

          "Oh," he whispered, embarrassed. "Thanks."

          "No problem, Ken Doll," she giggled, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

          Kenny groaned as he sank to the floor, face red and breath heavy. "You're going to be the fucking death of me, Marjie," he huffed, burying his face in his hands. 

          Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Marjorine was going ballistic. 

          "Oh my hamburgers! Oh my hamburgers! Oh my hamburgers!" she whisper-screamed, jumping around in a circle. "He just got hotter! And he's jacked, and warm, and kind, and his tooth is still gone, and I'm wearing his hoodie!" she gushed, hugging herself as she twirled. She was positively certain she had fallen in love all over again.

          Kenny ripped his towel off and threw it in the corner, then flopped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. His hair dampened his blanket. As he stared into space, he was certain of one thing:

          He had fallen in love all over again.