Three Bored Girls: Ash transforms Erica mid-stream

Ash finished her cleaning after several hours, stepping back to admire her work. The kitchen had now been mopped, its counters scrubbed, corners dusted and dishes done. She’d even cleaned out the oven. It hadn’t looked so nice since the day they’d arrived, and she felt a strong sense of pride at the job she’d done.

She also felt incredibly weary. It would have been tiring work under any circumstances. But doing it in heels and in as sexy a manner possible compounded it. And even though the sun was just starting to descend over the Pacific, the work combined with the stress she’d been through had left her dead on her feet. Snatching her phone off the table, she made her way to her room.

Even as exhausted as she was, though, she couldn’t help but stop for a moment to address the audience for her chores.

“Enjoy the show, ‘mistress?’” she asked Bianca with a tired smile and a wink.

Bianca, who’d been pretending to watch TV while actually watching Ash, surprised her. Her face returned none of Ash’s playfulness. She seemed… well, Ashe wasn’t quite sure.

“Yeah. I did,” she admitted. “What are you up to?”

Ash stretched and yawned.

“I’m tired. Like, gonna fall over tired,” she said. “I know it’s like, 6 but I think I’m going to relax for a bit.”

Bianca frowned a little and nodded.

“Get some rest. You definitely earned it.”

She reflexibly bowed with a “Yes, mistress” before catching herself.

“Damnit! That is so annoying.”

“Mmm,” was Bianca’s only comment on the matter.

Ash chewed her lip for a moment, groping for something to say. After a moment, she gave up and shuffled off to bed.

More than anything, she wanted out of this costume. She was relieved when she found she could slip out of it easily. She wanted to tear it off and throw it against the wall, but was instead confronted with another of those damnable moments that made her body feel hijacked. She slipped out of it gingerly, folding it neatly as she did. Further relief came as she opened her dresser, finding not a collection of maid uniforms, as she’d feared, but simply her normal clothes. She selected an old t-shirt she’d stolen from a boyfriend, and let it tent around her naked frame.

...only for it to immediately change.

It writhed along her body, conforming to it as it changed from charcoal gray to translucent black. Its sleeves vanished leaving only tiny straps, swooped low to show off her breasts and morphed from cotton to silk. She was left in a sheer black nightgown with white lace trim. She’d have felt almost naked if not for the lace “apron” sewn into the front, which covered her breasts to the space between her thighs.

“Oh my god!” she cried, startled.

She backed up staring down at herself, before tripping backward and falling on her bed.

Her phone vibrated. It was Bianca.

You okay?

She blew a bang out of her eye and responded.

Yeah. Just had a jump scare. No biggy.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared, disappeared quickly, reappeared. Finally, a new text came through.

Keep an eye on that timer.

Ash blinked. She’d been so busy she’d almost forgotten it was her turn. She flung the app open to find that, after piddling around with chores, she’d only left herself with 4 minutes. She popped the app open, selecting Erica.

*****

“I’ll be goddamned,” May said as she watched the trio, “they’re really embracing it.”

Abrams gave her a bored nod.

“Yeah. Our psych analysts are really damn good at what they do. Always come up with good subjects for focus groups.”

She felt a sudden, unbidden burst of enthusiasm.

“This is so fun!” she said, doing an excited little hop in her seat.

She immediately regretted it as her unsupported breasts continued to bounce after the rest of her had stopped. Two beleaguered top buttons finally caved to the pressure, one undoing itself and the other snapping off entirely. Embarrassed, May squirmed in her seat, trying to push the troublesome things back in place and only succeeding in drawing more attention to them.

“Y’know, you could just take that off,” Abrams said, eyeing her. “Nobody here would mind.”

May blushed furiously, and tried to ignore him.

“Seriously, though. This work is so friggin cool!” she said, trying to divert the conversation back to anything other than herself. “And I love that we can like, intervene and stuff!”

“Speaking of which, she’s picking for Erica now. Whatcha thinking?”

She was aware that Abrams was studying her. It was a test, she realized.

“Well, based on what they were saying, it seems like she wants to physically change Erica somehow. Pump up her body a bit,” she said carefully. “If that’s what she’s going to choose anyway, we might as well give her some diverse options for it.”

Abrams grinned.

“Atta girl. Y’know, you’re more creative than a Developer has any right to be.”

May felt both proud and irritated by that remark. On one hand, she was part of the team that created these things in the first place. Of course she was creative! On the other, she was happy to be recognized, and felt that Abrams had maybe started to accept her.

She decided to take the win, and to test the waters.

“Can I try sending a few options?”

Abrams shook his head with a chuckle.

“Not yet. Can’t give creative over in this critical a phase of the test.”

“Fiiiine,” she pouted. “Show me what she gets, then.”

*****

Ashe didn’t get categories this time. Instead, she simply had a list of choices. It was as though the app had read her mind, as all of her options were directed at changing Erica’s body.

1. Overripe - Erica’s curves will grow until they’re just too much for whatever she’s currently wearing. Actual measurements may vary.

2. Breast to Impress - Erica’s breasts will expand slightly each time someone new admires them.

3. True Hourglass - Erica will gain truly massive breasts that will gradually deflate as her butt inflates. Eventually the process will reverse itself.

4. Perfect Proportions - Erica will pick up one perfectly idealized feature from the next ten people she meets.

5. Best in Show - One of Erica’s features improves for every match she wins. Massive improvements if she’s the MVP.

Some of these sounded pretty ****, particularly not fitting into her clothes and the hourglass thing. At the same time, some of them would be much more tame since Ash knew Erica wasn’t really meeting a lot of people these days. Or ever, really, come to that. She puzzled over the decision as the timer wound down, eventually choosing...