Say goodnight to David, then anxiously spin the transformation wheel in bed.

21:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney flat, London

With exhaustion settling into your bones after such a transformative day, you look up from the iPad and catch David's eye.

"I think I'm going to head to bed," you type, showing him the screen. "Been a long day."

David nods, stretching his arms above his head in a casual flex that draws your attention to the lean muscles beneath his t-shirt. "Yeah, I bet. Sleep well, Sophie." The name still sounds foreign to your ears, a reminder of your stolen identity.

You retreat to Scott's bedroom—your bedroom now—and close the door. The familiar space feels different from your new perspective, everything slightly higher, the bed slightly larger. You sit on the edge of the mattress, the oversized hoodie pooling around your slender thighs. Anxiety bubbles up inside you as the day's events crash down. Only 195 Babe Bucks. At this rate, how long until you reach 10,000?

The pink phone pulses beside you, its glow strangely comforting in the dimness. Your fingers hover over it, trembling slightly as a **** thought forms. More tasks tomorrow, but what about now? What about the Transformation Wheel?

"Fuck it," you whisper, then wince as your curse morphs mid-utterance into "Fill my tight pussy with your hot load!" The words hang in the air, mortifying even in your solitude.

You tap the wheel icon, and Becky appears instantly, as if she'd been waiting.

"Ooooh, feeling brave tonight, babe?" she coos, her animated hips swaying. "Spin for me and get those Babe Bucks flowing!"

You press your finger to the screen and swipe, setting the wheel in motion. It spins, a blur of colors and options, finally slowing to settle on number 1.

"Snatched Slut!" Becky squeals with delight. "Time to cinch that waist and pop those curves!"

Before you can reconsider, heat blooms in your midsection. You drop the phone, clutching your stomach as the sensation spreads. It's not painful, but intensely weird—like your insides are rearranging, your ribcage subtly shifting, your waist drawing inward while your hips and ass seem to swell outward.

"Oh god," you gasp, but what comes out is "Oh fuck me harder!" The curse still active, your words betraying you.

You stumble to the mirror on the closet door, lifting the hoodie. Your waist has visibly narrowed, creating a more pronounced hourglass silhouette. Your hips flare outward with new roundness, your ass perking up behind you with a firmness that wasn't there before. The transformation is subtle by porn standards but dramatically different from your already-feminine form of just moments ago.

Becky materializes on the phone screen, bouncing excitedly. "35 Babe Bucks deposited, curvy girl! That brings you to 230 total! Just look at that waist—men are gonna want to wrap their hands all the way around it!"

You drop the hoodie, suddenly self-conscious even alone. The fabric drapes differently over your new proportions, the curve from waist to hip more dramatic. Your center of gravity has shifted slightly, making you feel unsteady as you sink back onto the bed.

As you curl under the covers, your transformed body demands attention with new sensitivities—the sheets sliding differently across your curved hips, the mattress cradling your more pronounced ass. Sleep seems impossible as your hands unconsciously trace the new contours of your body, the wrongness of it all mingling with an unexpected thrill that makes your cheeks burn with shame.

23:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney flat, London