Repeated Effect on Sarah

You gape as Sarah's body ripples once again. Her bleached-blonde hair lightens a bit until it's nearly white, as it lengthens past her waist, then ties itself into two long pigtails. Her breasts enlarge several more cup sizes, straining against the top that's containing them, which turns into fishnet, making her nipples fully visible -- and they suddenly have silver rings piercing them.

A silver ring also appears piercing her navel, as her waist and stomach contract a bit and her hips and thighs swell, giving her more of an hourglass figure -- she lifts off the seat noticeably, so her ass must have expanded as well. Her microskirt doesn't get any shorter, but it becomes tied on the side, so you can see even more of her golden-brown skin. You can't see down into the footwell easily, but it appears that her shoes now have tall platforms, and probably even higher heels.

Her eyelashes have lengthened considerably, and her lips swell to about twice their previous size. Her makeup becomes even more trashy, particularly the riot of color on and around her eyelids, and the glossy fire-engine red that paints her plump cocksuckers. It's the same color as on her fingernails, you notice, which have become a couple of inches long, enough that they're curling a bit, although it hasn't altered her grip on the steering wheel. Large silver hoops now dangle from her earlobes, with several smaller silver rings also through each ear, and one through the side of her nose. Finally, a choker appears around her neck, large silver letters spelling out "FUCK ME."

The throbbing erection in your pants makes it obvious that this transformation seemed even more erotic than the first one -- she's gone from "hooker" to "hooker straight out of a wet dream."

You finally manage to tear your eyes away from this version of Sarah to see how the trip is going, and you discover that you're only a block from the Grand Plaza. So a male fantasy in a porn-movie costume is about to pull a Lamborghini into the driveway of one of the nicest hotels in town at 10:45 on a weekday morning -- what could happen?