The Pendant Begins to Work, but is it already too Late?

Mary rushed into the women's room and plopped herself down into one of the stalls. It was just in time, too, as she hiked up her skirt, gave her meaty cock two pumps, and unleashed a heroic load inside the toilet. Losing all self control, she let out a loud, rumbling groan in her deep new voice. In less than a day, it had deepened so much. Mary couldn't believe the sound of it. It scared her to hear, but that didn't stop her from groaning and moaning as loud as she could. This load necessitated it.

The load was the product of an entire morning of obsessing fantasizing about Becca. Becca, her friend since kindergarten. Her beautiful, popular, blonde bombshell friend who somehow remained even after puberty and popularity put them on radically different paths. Becca who could be such an obnoxious bitch, but who was still Mary's best friend.

"I want more, Mistress Rasha. I want her!" Mary dropped her falsetto completely. It was useless to pretend she was something she wasn't. Her voice had deepened and it was never going back. Besides, Mary didn't really mind it. It was so much stronger and more commanding now.

"Please Mistress...I...I think I love her!"

Usually, Mary would at least feel her mistress's will on her mind. She might even hear her voice or see her in a reflection. Instead, she received nothing. Dead silence.

"Why aren't you answering me, mistress? Did I do something wrong?"

Nothing.

Frustrated, Mary wiped off her cock and flushed the toilet. Globules of sperm still riddled the toilet seat and tile floor, but Mary didn't care. She needed to get to the bottom of her mistress's silence.

Her reflection waited for her. She almost passed it by, but hesitated. She had changed more since yesterday. Sex with Mrs. Greenwood had definitely accelerated things. She was taller and bigger. Her uniform was tight around her arms and chest and her skirt didn't cover as much of her growing thighs as it had previously. Mary focused on her neck and winced at what she saw. It shouldn't have been a surprise. There was a prominent lump forming in the center of her throat. To be honest, she didn't hate how it looked. It made her neck look strong and well defined.

To Mary's surprise, her blazer and button down were tight around her chest. Her bra straps dug into her shoulders, signifying the growth of her formerly tiny breasts. Already, she didn't recognize herself in the mirror, and in a strange way, she liked that. What she was becoming was frightening and alienating, but also thrilling and fresh.

"Mistress, please come back. I want more! I want to grow more and fuck more and just have more!"