Becky inspects herself

The young woman that looked back at Becky in the mirror was almost unrecognizable.

There were the obvious changes, of course. Becky lifted her obscenely tight top over her chest, relishing the way her full titties lifted with the fabric and then fell with a tight little bounce.

Becky cradled her enhanced rack with loving care. The skin was supple and smooth, the feeling firm yet soft and so ridiculously perky. Then there was the size. They sat on her creamy chest like small cantaloupes. Each tit had heft and weight, but still somehow remained almost supernaturally perky and round.

Becky hefted her right breast up to her lips and suckled her engorged nipple. The sensations caused more girl honey to flow from her snatch and down her legs.

Becky rode the orgasm and took let her big breast bounce down. Then she took a look at the rest of her body.

Her ass was nearly as incredible as her tits. The full, ripe cheeks bulged out of her shorts-legs, topping off long, curvy legs. She was taller too, easily by three or four inches.

Taking a step closer, Becky inspected her face. The changes were more subtle and she still looked like herself, just hotter. Her lips were redder and fuller. Her eyes seemed darker and more sultry, with longer lashes. A thousand subtle changes left Becky looking like the old her and simultaneously beautiful beyond what was naturally possible.

Becky's hair was the least changed part of her. It was thicker and richer in color, but otherwise remained in its dorky, unkempt style. Becky decided she still liked it. It gave her a kind of lazy sexiness that appealed to her.

Another wave of **** arousel washed over the young lady, spurring another masturbatiom frenzy.

She needed something more, something real.

Becky's thoughts flashed to Luke and Danny. Suddenly, the old Becky, the girl with the scrawny, boyish body and the sweet, quirky personality resurfaced.

It was wrong. This was all wrong. This darkness was forcing Becky to become something she was never meant to be. Tears dribbled Fromm Becky's beautiful blue eyes as she continued to touch herself.

She felt alienated from her friends, turning into something they couldn't recognize.

But hadn't it been their fault? She didn't want anything to do with that book and yet here she was corrupted by it. They were the reason Becky was turning into some demonic slut after all.

Hot anger rampaged within the girl. They had gotten away with bruises and cuts while she lost her virginity to a demon and was **** into her sexual awakening.

Becky wanted to make them pay. To use her transformation against them. Make them jealous and keep them from enjoying the transformation they brought about.

Another wave of lonely sorrow overtook Becky. She was losing her friends. For God's sake, she was losing herself.

Her own body betrayed her with another intense, enhanced orgasm.

"What's happening to me?" Becky cried, collapsing into a fetal position."