Fun in the bathroom

Mary's breath caught in her throat. The sight was both shocking and mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the friend she had known. The button had unleashed a side of Donna she never knew existed—or had she? Maybe this was always there, buried beneath the layers of societal norms and expectations, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Mary felt a strange mix of emotions—disgust, arousal, and a hint of jealousy. The button had not just changed their appearances; it had unlocked a darker, more primal part of their souls. She watched as her friend's head bobbed up and down, the sounds of wet sucking filling the small space. The men's hands tangled in Donna's hair, guiding her rhythm, encouraging her with crude words which should repulse her but instead made Donna hornier. It was a sight that would have made Mary blush with embarrassment before, but now it only fueled the fire burning in her belly.

The two men were oblivious to her presence, lost in their own world of pleasure, but Donna's eyes flicked up to meet hers, a knowing smile playing on her lips. There was a challenge in her gaze, a silent dare. Mary felt her own inhibitions slipping away, the button's corruption taking her toll on her Why should she be the only one left behind? Why should she not indulge in the depravity that her heart now craved?

Mary decided to give Donna a run for her money. She turned to face the bathroom mirror, her eyes locked with her friend's. The two women were a mirror image of each other's desires, their transformations a testament to the corruptive allure of the mysterious gift. Mary reached down and began to unbutton her dress, her hands trembling with excitement and a newfound boldness. The stranger watched, his eyes glazed over with lust as she revealed her body to him—and to her reflection.

Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her black lingerie. With a newfound resolve, Mary turned to the stranger. "Take me," she said, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. He obeyed without question, his hands rough and demanding as he pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately.

Donna watched her, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she continued her lewd performance. The competition between the two friends had ignited into a full-blown spectacle of depravity, each one eager to outdo the other. Mary felt a thrill of power as her lover’s touch grew more intense, his grip tightening on her thighs as he hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her onto the sink. Her dainty fingers quickly opened his fly, caressing his thick, hard cock with eager strokes.

« Damn, you’re so sexy, » he said, his hands caressing her body, his cock between Mary’s widespread thighs.

« I know, but I could be even better, » she moaned. Her hand found the button in her handbag, and she clutched it tightly, feeling its warmth pulse against her palm. The power it held was intoxicating—it was a **** that promised to fulfill every desire, no matter how base or depraved. With a smoldering look that matched the stranger's, she pressed the button again.

The change was instantaneous. The black lingerie she had on morphed into something more daring, more seductive, a black cupless bra and a string whick emphasize her curvy body. Her breasts swelled, straining against the flimsy bra that barely contained them, her ass rounder and more voluptuous. Her lips plumped, stained a dark shade of red that screamed for attention. Her discreet makeup turn into somethning more seductive, sluttier even, eyes smoked with kohl, cheeks flushed with a wanton blush, and a mouth that begged to be kissed and bitten. Her pussy, once neatly trimmed, was now bald, a stark invitation that left nothing to the imagination.

Mary looked at herself in the mirror, a fiery slutty gaze that matched her new look, her new, plump lips curling into a smirk. Mary turned to her lover, her fiery gaze leaving no doubt as to what she wanted. "Fuck me hard," she ordered, her voice a seductive purr. He didn't need a second invitation. He lifted her onto the sink, her legs wrapping around his waist as he removed her flimsy, soked panties and impaled her on his cock.

He grunted like an animal as he claimed her, his hands digging into her hips. "You like that, you little slut?" he growled, his words a dark promise in her ear. She bit her lip and nodded, feeling a thrill of power at his words. She threw her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt herself climbing towards a peak she had never before experienced. The button's whispers grew louder, urging her to push her boundaries, to embrace the sluttiest version of herself that lay dormant beneath her frumpy exterior.

Donna watched from the corner of her eye, her own performance momentarily forgotten. She reached for the button, her hand shaking with a mix of excitement and greed. With a quick glance at Mary, she pressed it, the warmth of the change spreading through her body like wildfire. The room grew darker, the lights dimming to a sultry glow that highlighted her own transformed body. The men around her grew more aggressive, their hands roaming and groping her rougly, but she didn't care. She liked it—no, she loved it.

She moaned as the changes washed over her. Her hair lightened to a sexy platinum blonde that cascaded in waves over her shoulders, her dress morphing into a skimpier, more revealing number that barely contained her ample breasts. The fabric was so thin that it was almost transparent, revealing the lacy lingerie underneath. The neckline plunged, exposing the tops of her voluptuous breasts, and the hemline rose, showing off her toned legs that were now wrapped in fishnet stockings. Her makeup grew heavier, her lips a full, pouty red that screamed for a kiss.

Donna's transformation didn't stop at her appearance. A newfound confidence oozed from her, her eyes now hooded and seductive. She strutted over to Mary and her lover, the sound of her stilettos echoing through the bathroom. Donna's smile grew wicked as she approached, her hand sliding down to cup her friend's breast, her thumb flicking the hardened nipple. "Let's show them what we're really made of," she purred.