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The heat radiating off of her body had already raised the room temperature by one degree. You rose from your seat and punched a button in the wall. The large overhead fan creaked to life, creating a downward draft that lightly massaged your head.

Cory had an amazing body. Just the very sight of her in this entranced, mindless state made you giddy. Of course, she wasn't a bodybuilder nor had the comely faces of camgirls— not that it mattered— you loved Cary less for her body but more because the two of you were the most compatible. Of course, given that you held unregulated power, why not play with her a bit while you had her under your thumb?

"You have...dancer's hips and full breasts," you finally said.

Cory's skin radiated with warmth. She panted heavily, and with each breath, her breasts swelled out against her bra. The bra fought mightily against her growing bosom; a losing battle for space on her chest. Sharp cracks in her crotch followed this, as cartilage and bone added themselves to her growing hips. Soon her pants too were fighting against her body.

You paused. If it was any time to stop, it was now. Cory didn't look massively different— she was still recognizable. Only, now she had cantaloupes for breasts, and massive hips to boot.

"Donkey Kong," you uttered, lifting the visor off of Cory's head. The program ended automatically, accompanied by a little computer-generated chime.

The massive weight of fog that permeated Cory's mind lifts, gradually at first, then with growing speed and volume. She blinks once. Then again. A tingling, scratching feeling shoots upwards from her throat. Suddenly her mouth feels very dry, very sandy. Her cheeks burn, like someone was pressing a hot iron to her face. Scorching her. Searing her.

"Water," she gasps, still oblivious to the very overt changes to her body, "I need. Water."

You give her your metal water bottle that had been sitting on your desk. It was only a day old, so you reason no harm would come of it. She takes three long sips, nearly **** on the water. Even though it's stale, Cory doesn't care. She was thirsty, and there was water.

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