Becky arrives to Danny's place

Becky just desired for the day to be over already. She had spent most of the morning trying to avoid her mother and her judgment, and even during lunch se mostly avoided eye contact with her. She knew they would have to reconcile, but she still didn't feel like it was her fault. She didn't ask to be transformed into a slut... Well, at least at the beginning. And now she had to manage a crazed idiot running around with her magic book doing God knew what... It was simply too much for her mother to understand.

Becky simply wished for her mother to trust her for once, and let her explain the details later, when all would have been fixed. She looked at herself in the mirror: black lips, black eyeliner, dark nails, a pair of thick nipples and a butt which would make some models burn with envy. She truly looked like a slut. She opened her wardrobe, trying to find something which could conceal her new body better.

-Are you going out tonight?-

Becky felt the voice from the other side of the door. She could feel a bit of anger and resentment between the words the woman had spoken.

-Yes.-

-Well... Try to put decent clothes.-

Backy was furious. She couldn't believe the first thing she had to say was about her look. It was clear her mother was still angry from the night before, but Becky was equally enraged. She felt the old darkness the book had planted inside her come back to the surface of her soul, feeding on her anger.

-Decent clothes like what?-

-Like some that aren't too... Open, I'd say?-

-You think I look like a slut, don't you?-

-Becky don't talk like that.-

-But I'm fucking right, aren't I ?

-Becky you came back here last night dirty and smelling like... -

-Like a used condom. Sai It!-

-Yes, like a used condom. I'm just worried, about you.-

Becky had enough. She didn't want to even answer her. She opened her wardrobe to look for the most over the top clothes she could fine: she only wanted to make her mother angry, to see her shocked face at her new looks.

-Becky? Becky! I'm worried for you, what have you become? The principal phoned me... You no longer care about school? About your mother?-

-You don't care about me!-

She felt the old rage resurface inside her. It was too much. How was it possible for no one to understand how difficult was her new life for her? They all treated it like it was her own fault, like if she had asked to become that kind of person. Her mother couldn't understand her body had different needs, stranger appetites. Becky was about to get, but then she remembered. She remembered how her new curves made people feel uncomfortable, how she could make her mother shut up by simply exposing her new body fully. She quickly looked for the most outrageously sexy thing she had in her wardrobe, but at the end she was **** to settle for an old thought gym Adidas top and a pair of shorts. She also put on the leather boots the book had given her during the transformation.

"I wish I had something more sexy..."

It was incredible. She felt a stream of energy coming through her fingers, as her clothes begun to change while still on her body. Her top shrank and shrank, changing its fabric to become thinner. Its colour had gone from a creamy white to an outlandish hot bright pink, and the bottom of the too wasn't long enough to completely cover her breasts, recealing a small part of her boons' bare skin exposed. The pressure from the fabric had been relieved, and the too was free to slightly move when Becky walked, following the oscillations of her massive cleavege and letting curious eyes get a better glimpse of her tits from time to mine.

Her shorts too magically changed, losing a bit of fabric at the bottom and revealing a bigger piece of her ass. Becky looked at her reflection and put out her tongue, delighted by the view.

-Mom, I'm going out.-

Becky opened the door with rage. She wanted her mother to see what she had become. The book might had chosen a new owner, but it's dark powers were still flowing through her veins, and she intended to use them when it was necessary. Making her mother understand her was one of those situations.

-Becky you...-

-Yes, I fuck. A lot.-

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Danny was surprised by his own stamina. He had been working out for a few hours, and he still wasn't very tired. It was like if his body desperately needed a way to dispose of all the sexual energy he had accumulated during the day. And best of all, he felt significantly stronger then when he had started. He got up, looking again at his reflection: at a first glance he somehow already looked more muscular, even a bit taller... He didn't know how it could be possible.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Danny snapped out of his thoughts, as panic begun to overtake him. He looked at the clock: 7:30. Damn, that meant Luke or Becky had arrived earlier. Thankfully, his family had already left at seven, so at least they didn't see how Becky looked like a fucking slut now.

"Why am I thinking of her in this terms? She's my friend, not a slut. No matter what happened to her body."

He quickly put on a pair of pants. They seemed unusually tight, but he didn't mind much. His erection however was still clearly visible through the fabric, a constant reminder of how horny he had become. He put an old t-shirt too and quickly went downstairs to meet his friend.