Melissa Resists

Regrouping her mind back to the task at hand, Melissa pulled her body off the floor, shutting off the shower.

She hurriedly dried her body, each touch of the towel was another temptation to just stop and please herself, give herself up, embrace her new self.

Thoughts surfaced of opening the door wide, then masturbating until another pleasurable scream lured someone in the house to come see her wretched state.

See her pornstar lips, enlarged perfect breasts, and long tongue eager to delve into any heinous act **** for any carnal fulfilment.

Thoughts of what Jeff's partner must have experienced drifted through Melissa's head.

Or the mail girl being fulfilled on all fronts by Jeff and her co-workers.

Melissa realized she was well on her way to another climax, one hand and arm struggling to massage both breasts to climax, the other grinding the towel into her still soaking wet snatch.

She dropped the towel there and charged out of the bathroom.

Melissa didn't think about how she was strutting through a house she shared with three others naked. It felt normal, better than normal, better than natural.

With a supernatural confidence she strutted through the house to her room where she promptly slammed the door.

Glimpsing herself in a bedroom mirror she found herself in awe of her new body. She ran fingers across her face, her blemishes gone and some features having changed, her eye brows had thinned to look more alluring, as she ran fingers across her lips she irresistibly kissed and licked at them, finally tonguing one as if to lure someone into letting her give oral.

She fondled her breasts unleashing a moan, her hands cupping the cleavage together giving her a greater satisfaction of what she now had to display.

Melissa embraced her hips, amazed at their perfect proportions between her rack, and ass. Which she now cupped with one hand stepping sideways, her other hand feeling the smooth playing field before crossing her clit to play on the cusp of her slit.

I would fuck me. Oh I wouldn't resist fucking me.

Melissa's eyes went wide.

What am I doing?

Yes, what am I doing?

I've got to stop this.

Yes, give in.

Melissa threw open her dresser drawers seeking a task to distract her from the conflicting thoughts in her head. Throwing aside clothes that didn't fit. Many times stopping to try and choose something sexy, only to feel some relief when it wouldn't fit.

Melissa finally squeezed into a pair of track pants, they rode her hip line and cupped her ass, no panty lines showed through, mostly because none of hers fit the new ass and hips the Idol's corruption had bestowed.

An old boyfriend's tshirt hung from the shelf of her cleavage, despite its baggyness it showed her belly button in the front, and small of her back in the back when she moved, or stood too straight.

Melissa was stuck trying to resist checking herself out in the mirror. She had to get help...but where?

It didn't matter, she needed to get out of here before it was too late for her, or worse, her family.

As Melissa finally mentally regrouped and turned to leave the door burst open suddenly causing Melissa to jump.