Realization & Rest(Cecilia)

Cecilia would’ve run every single red light that blocked her flight instincts—A part of her mind still urged for her tacky red stilettos to put the pedal to the metal in face of the law. The new pearl choker, her transformed tacky glasses, all the tarty dress-up; what stopped numerous traffic violations was the last vestige of her sanity noticing a police car. She tried to maintain a lost modesty from any side or forward glances into her deep cleavage—the last thing Cecily needed was having to explain to an officer why she suddenly looked like a costume stripper. It was already enough that even with the heels she had to adjust how far back the driver’s seat was.

It wasn’t until the car behind hers blared their horn that Cecily pushed forward through the green light, through her eyes kept watch on the rearview mirror. A sigh of relief passed: No sirens, no police lights. Was it luck? Considering that there was no reason for the cop to arrest her, perhaps; realistic? Answering through action, Cecilia’s clothing ended up being the only thing risky about her drive back.

Window blinded, curtains covering sliding doors; the bright mid-day turned to darkness. Only after it was impossible to peep was Cecily granted the relief her mind deeply sought after. Instantly her body crashed on the closest couch, weary and emotionally exhausted.

Suckling the sharpie sent background waves of serotonin through her brain. While it lacked the kick it did at the start, Cecilia felt relief. Whatever wackiness was occurring at least avoided her a life of highs and lows. Only if her assumption about it was right. If her assumption about anything today was going to be right, she’d try finding solace in this one. Hopefully, the lows wouldn’t be as bad.

Drifting back, her mind wandered back to the QR code. How silly linking the two seemed, it didn’t change her mind. Whatever that malware downloaded would probably be her first clue. Nothing else she did stick outside of that. Though, even if she solved the case, what would happen? ‘Your honor. Though I have no proof, that person has **** my state of attire and my oral addiction. Please award me money.’ Somewhat of a depressing image.

Recollecting last events made her smack herself. At work was her phone; dead from lack of charge. Maybe stolen. She didn’t remember where it was left. Even if it was in a safe space, who knows what happened after she fled. She definitely couldn’t go back now.

At the very least she should assess the damage. Facing reality was the best solution Cecilia could muster. To take a long look in the mirror—all other plans could wait. There was an old standing mirror she had in the storage closet collecting dust. With some stumbles, it was dragged out in front of her bed.

Cecilia knew something about her height changed. Even with the slut heels her height was markedly smaller; how far the car seat needed to be adjusted forward. But the reflection showcased something even more. What she saw wasn’t just her college youth, but a rose-tinted variation. Blemish-free skin, bright big eyes, perfectly cut nails—her hair looked like a Loreal commercial. Paired with the whorish outfit, she just looked stupid. Like a college slut on Halloween; instead of a bright and conservative librarian. Her days of not needing id were certainly over.

On a whim, she flashed a sultry expression with her chin down, lips pursed around the sharpie. The now youthful librarian quickly grimaced as shame creased her eyebrows. Looking downwards, she noticed her nipples seemed to be pushing out of the sheer blouse. Her bra felt tight too, though she didn’t know if it was like that since the clothes warped. Deciding to investigate, Cecily shrugged off the ruby red jacket before unbuttoning the blouse. Turning to get a side profile, she froze while unclasping her bra. Her rear was huge. She noticed her mini rose as more and more junk was added to her heart-shaped trunk. If she thought she flashed someone before, there was no doubt that she would now. There was some serious shape to the pronounced derriere.

Stunned, her bra falls to the floor. Inside her mind failed to process what was happening. Science fiction nanobots? Fantastical black magic? Something that defied all laws of thermodynamics was in the hands of some wicked pervert. A pervert who spends his genius on making whores instead of curing cancer. There wasn’t a limitation on distance or connection. Not even in her own house was she safe.

With that realization, her legs stumbled backward. In seconds fell back onto the mattress, the world spinning around her.

Transformations:

Baby got back: Increased ass size with a rounded shape

Perky & Popular: Gives the user perpetually poking nipples with breasts that don't sag. Said breasts compel others to play with them.

Social Media Slut: User’s social media profiles become centered around being sexy and showcasing her body. As if it was always that way. Users will be compelled to take more raunchy photos and videos, as well as act flirty online. Any photo the user partakes in turns erotic.