He'll test it out

Seth leaned against the cool glass of the cab window, watching buildings crawl by in the sluggish flow of rush-hour cars, the driver's low mutters mixing with the blare of distant horns. His fingers tightened around the remote tucked in his pocket, the day's string of bizarre triumphs—people bending to his whims like putty—stoking a restless itch he couldn't ignore.

*One more try,* he decided, pulse quickening at the recklessness of it all, no real downside if it flopped. He eased the gadget out, keeping it low in his lap, and levelled it at the driver's broad back, picturing the shift in vivid detail: a stunning woman, body slim and curved in all the right places, breasts heavy and full, ass round and inviting, face cut sharp with high cheekbones, lips red and soft, eyes a piercing blue, skin tanned lightly, every trace of grime scrubbed clean.

The button depressed with a soft click. For a heartbeat, the cab's dashboard lights seemed to dim and brighten, a faint ripple distorting the air like heat off pavement. The driver's skin changed first—greasy smears evaporating from his neck and arms, revealing fresh layers underneath that took on a warm, sun-kissed tan, smooth and even from collar to cuff, glowing faintly under the glow of passing streetlamps. Shoulders that had hunched wide began to pull in, narrowing to a delicate taper while his torso slimmed, belly fat dissolving away to expose a flat stomach, ribs hinting just beneath the surface as the old shirt started to tighten and reshape.

Hips pushed outward next, widening into soft flares that strained the seat below, the transformation sending a subtle sway through the cab as she adjusted without noticing. Her ass rounded beneath her, cheeks swelling into thick, plump cushions—firm yet yielding, the kind that begged for a squeeze, lifting her an inch higher in the seat as denim pants shrank into short, clinging fabric that rode up her thighs, outlining every curve with taut precision. Breasts came alive then, inflating against the reforming tank top—two massive, heaving globes stretching the material thin, their weight pulling it low to expose deep cleavage, skin there tanned and flawless, nipples stiffening into points that poked through the cloth, bouncing softly with the cab's every jolt over potholes.

The face reshaped in quick, fluid stages—jaw sharpening to a defined V, cheekbones lifting high and prominent, carving shadows under bright blue eyes that snapped open wider, irises sparkling with sudden clarity, lashes fanning out thick and dark around them. Nose slimmed to a refined line, while lips puffed fuller, turning a deep, natural red—soft and pillowy, parting slightly as she drew in a breath, the lower one plump enough to catch light and glisten invitingly. Hair spilled out from under the discarded cap, dark waves growing long and loose, tumbling over her shoulders in glossy strands that brushed her bare arms.

She straightened in the seat, back arching just enough to thrust those enormous breasts forward, the tank top's neckline dipping lower from the strain. A hand came up to tuck a stray wave behind her ear, fingers long and manicured now, as she caught her reflection in the rearview mirror—bright blue eyes blinking once, twice, before a slow smile spread across those red lips, revealing even white teeth.

The gruffness vanished from her posture; she sat taller, legs crossing smoothly at the knees, her plump ass shifting comfortably against the vinyl.

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"Man, this traffic sucks, doesn't it?" she said, voice light and warm, carrying a hint of playfulness that filled the cab like a fresh breeze. She glanced back at him through the mirror, blue eyes meeting his with a wink, then punched the accelerator as the light turned green, the vehicle surging forward smoother than before, the whole space feeling brighter, less cluttered around her transformed presence.

Seth shifted in his seat, eyes tracing the way her tank top clung to those heavy breasts, the fabric riding up slightly to show a sliver of tanned midriff, his heart pounding harder at the raw pull of her new form. The cab no longer reeked of old food; instead, a faint, clean scent lingered, like soap and open air. She hummed softly to the radio now, hips swaying subtly with the tune, her plump ass flexing against the seat as she navigated a turn. He swallowed hard, the success hitting him fresh—another life flipped on its head, this one turning the dreary ride into something charged, her every movement drawing his gaze back to those curves.

The cab weaved through the thinning traffic, streetlights casting long shadows across the dashboard as the city gave way to quieter suburban roads. Seth kept stealing glances at her in the mirror, her sharp jawline tilting slightly as she checked the GPS, those bright blue eyes flicking back to the road with focused ease. Her lightly tanned arms flexed on the wheel, muscles shifting under smooth skin that caught the glow from passing cars, while her tank top rode up another inch, exposing more of that flat, toned midriff above the snug shorts. She caught him looking once, her red lips curving into a knowing smirk, plump and inviting as she bit the lower one lightly.

They pulled up to Dr. Hargrove's address sooner than expected—a neat two-story house with a manicured lawn and warm porch lights spilling onto the driveway. The engine idled down, and she twisted in her seat to face him fully, her enormous breasts heaving with the motion, straining the tank top's straps until they dug into her shoulders. "That'll be fifteen bucks," she said, voice dropping to a sultry drawl, but before Seth could reach for his wallet, she unbuckled and leaned back over the console, her hand cupping his jaw firmly.

Her lips crashed into his without warning, soft and warm at first, parting wide to draw him in deeper, her tongue slipping past his teeth, hot and insistent, swirling around his in slow, wet strokes that tasted like cherry gum. Seth's hands came up instinctively, one tangling in her dark waves, the strands silky between his fingers, while the other grazed her side, feeling the heat of her tanned skin. She moaned softly into his mouth, pressing closer, her plump ass lifting off the seat as she angled for more, tongue probing deeper in rhythmic thrusts that sent heat surging through him. The kiss broke briefly, her red lips glistening as she nipped his lower lip, then dove back in for another—deeper this time, her body arching to rub those heavy breasts against his arm through the divider, nipples hard and scraping fabric.

Pulling back with a breathless laugh, she straightened her tank top, though it did little to hide the way her breasts bounced from the movement. She dug into her glove compartment, pulling out a plain card with her number scribbled in bold marker. "Call me for a ride anytime," she said, handing it over, her bright blue eyes locking on his with playful intent. "I'd happily give you a 'ride' home—anytime you need it." Her fingers brushed his lingeringly as he took the card, and with a final wink, she nodded toward the house. "Go on, Stud. Don't keep her waiting."

Seth paid quickly, stepping out onto the curb, the cab's taillights fading as she drove off, leaving him standing there, card in hand, his lips still tingling from her ****.