Meg continues

"When I first looked at myself in the mirror I think I nearly fainted. All of this had been so impulsive, and now my body was irreversibly changed to look just like all those women I would have previously referred to as tramps. My breasts were inflated up to an E cup and looked like they belonged on a pornstar. My ass was what I previously would have called fat but now just saw as curvy. Even my face was unrecognisable thanks to the new lip filler and the new ways I had been experimenting with doing my make-up."

At this point, Meg opens up her phone to show you a picture of herself standing naked before a mirror.

"But why did you do all this?" You ask, bewildered and aroused by the photo.

"Some part of me was still desperately in love with you, and I thought this was the only way to get your attention. But even more than that, seeing all the men in the office turn into animals over Diane and then all the men in that club pining over those strippers, I was jealous. I wanted that same kind of attention."

"I see." You respond.

"Anyway, at that point I had taken care of all the physical changes necessary but I still had to addresss the mental side of things. Inside, I was still that same innocent young woman who had never even kissed a man before let alone slept with one. I was an inexperienced virgin and the only way to change that was to fuck someone. I joined a dating app and within setting up my profile and uploading some photos of my new figure I had men messaging me trying to meet up. Most of them were being polite, asking me out to dinner, coffee, that sort of thing, but that wasn't what I was looking for. I didn't want to date someone, I just wanted to sleep with them, to gain that experience that I was lacking so that I could ultimately make my way to you. So I opted to reply to one of the more direct messages in my inbox. It was some guy who just told me to come over that night so he could 'clap my fat ass cheeks'."