Sexy tops

Stacey shook her head, surprised at the imagery that popped into it as she wrote. She didn't understand why her mind kept jumping to sexual options. She had to focus on the task at hand. She wrote "sexy tops," on Megan's rib and decided to leave before she wrote something more indecent.

"You'll be free when I get home. Enjoy the rest, freak!" Stacey squeezed Megan's immobile cheek and gave it a playful slap before she skipped out of the room.

Megan lay motionless with her obscene tits splayed outwards, **** to stare at the ceiling for over an hour. She wondered what Stacey had planned for her. Thankfully there was no discomfort from being held like this, just an increasing fear that Stacey had lied or messed up whatever mechanic was meant to free her.

Luckily, eventually, her body sprang into life, taking her by surprise. She sat up and inspected herself as soon as her breasts stopped swaying.

As she read the list written on her, she was somewhat relieved not to be turned into any more of a perverse monster, but this was still going to be challenging for her.

She slipped on her top and started to gather her belongings. As unsurprised as she was by the pen's perverse magic, it still startled her when her top started to shrink in front of her eyes to further highlight her breasts. She sighed and left for her car.

By the next morning, Megan had barely slept. Every night until this one, laying on her back hadn't restricted her breath and rolling over in her bed hadn't been a herculean task. Even in the moments she got past that, she couldn't sleep knowing that, not only was infinite power out there, but it was in the hands of her worst enemy.

Since asking nicely to have her breasts shrank to a normal size was most likely out of the question, she decided that she must steal it back, but she wasn't sure how she was meant to, considering she was apparently going to be forbidden from getting close to her.

She heaved herself out of bed and slipped on a basic green t-shirt and watched in the mirror as what was once a crew neckline lowered itself to frame her impressive ravine.