Weird thanks to some missing memories

Stacy's eyes open, and she confirms her surroundings. Yep, she's in her bed, and everything is normal. She's in her pyjamas, her elegant black evening dress left behind in 'Casino Land'. Tentatively, she sits up and turns off the alarm on her phone.

The Casino... was it a dream or was it reality? She has a much more vivid memory of it than most dreams, which isn't a good sign. Her game with Amelia, including the public BJ she gave the gardener. Her talk with Amelia. Her poker debut, and the hours she spent underneath the table performing even more oral cock worship. Her game versus Matthew, including the humiliating sex and creampie. It is all there, as if it has just happened. Which she supposes it sort of has, if it was real.

But... there's also chunks missing. Whenever she tries to think about anything relating to her first conversion, it's all just completely blank. She can't remember anything about it, except for the facts that it was given to her 31 days ago by someone who knows her, she's magically 'unaware' of it while in the real world, but allowed to be aware of it while in the Casino. She can't even remember how **** it is, or how she felt when she was made aware of it.

This is nuts. Surely there's a way for her to work out what the conversion is! She just needs to work out what in her life she started doing differently about a month ago.

Whilst in the shower, Stacy ponders what it could be that she's unaware is uncharacteristically lewd of her, or even worse, downright perverse or bizarre. What has been new the last month? She's started wearing her hair down more, but that's not sexual, is it? Or could it be extremely sexual, but she's just magically tricked into thinking it's normal?! Maybe she should start tying it up again?! But then, perhaps it's impossible for the conversion to fail. Perhaps if she successfully ties it up, that just proves that it's not her conversion. A total catch-22! Perhaps this is a lost battle after all.

When she gets out of the shower Stacy catches sight of her naked body in the mirror, dripping with water. She looks damn fine, if she says so herself. She picks up her phone and snaps a few selfies. She hopes she can come up with a clever title to give one when she uploads it to the internet. And then there's the question of how much to show. Yesterday she included her mouth in the photo, but cut it off there, so she was still pretty much entirely unidentifiable. Perhaps today she'd include her nose too, making her just that tiniest bit more identifiable.

Stacy notices she's idly toying with her clit. Yep, she's definitely turned on now. Her thoughts drift to her new predicament which is going to make her slowly but surely obsessed with lewd body augmentations. What will her new online fans think of that? Will they enjoy seeing her body slowly change over time as it becomes more and more sexualized? Or perhaps they'd prefer she stayed as she did now?

Couldn't hurt to ask.

Five minutes later, Stacy has cropped her favorite shower pic to include her smiling mouth and her nose but not her eyes, and is ready to upload it. She enters the title: 'Do you guys prefer my body as it is now, or should I make some alterations? Bigger boobs and lips maybe?'

She clicks submit, already super horny, and unable to remove her left hand from her crotch as she fingers herself towards a crescendo. ping ping ping ping Upvotes start to come in almost immediately, and are soon followed by comments.

'You're perfect as you are! Don't change a thing!' Stacy tilts her head to the side after reading the first comment, happy to receive the compliment, and also feeling a bit more confident that she can fight against any temptations her newest conversion gives her to alter her already-perfect curves.

But then, the next comments start coming in.

'Yes! Bigger boobs! MUCH bigger!' A surge of pleasure flows through Stacy as she inadvertently imagines herself with huge plastic hooters. How ridiculous they'd look on her slim frame... all the stares she might get... all the items in her wardrobe that would go from seeming modest and professional to slutty and plunging. She wouldn't even be able to wear a normal T-shirt without attracting every male gaze in the area.

Would that thought have turned her on so much yesterday? Probably not. But it's difficult to think rationally when you're so close to orgasm.

'Get your clit pierced! Nothing says "I love sex" like a jewelled love button!' Stacy hadn't even thought about piercings, but now she was. There were lots of parts of her body she could get pierced if she wanted. Tongue, nipples, and yes, her clit... What would it feel like rubbing her clit if there was a big metal stud embedded in it? What would a wand vibrator feel like? Stacy realizes that she's **** to know.

'Not just your mouth lips, but your pussy lips! You can get them neatened and puffed up to make the most perfect cameltoes!'

'Braziliant Butt Lift! Get butt cheeks that are bigger than basketballs!'

Stacy realizes that most of these comments are all from the same user, but that doesn't matter. Everything he's saying is really doing it for her. As she reads the suggestions, she imagines her body with those changes, and discovers that she's finding them really, really exciting. She's reaching her peak as one more comment appears.

'Get some slutty tattoos! Stuff like "PLASTIC FUCKDOLL" underneath your tits and "CUM INSIDE MY HOLES" on your lower back! Brand yourself as a whore!' Tattoos! Stacy hadn't thought of tattoos either. Yes, she wanted degrading stuff all over her body! That would be so fucking hot! Yes, yes! Tattoos! Huge ass! Big plastic milkers! Yessssss!

Stacy's squirting orgasm surpasses even last night's display, surging through the air and soaking her bedsheets. This might be the most powerful orgasm of her life. She loses herself to the euphoria, imagined images of what she could look like in the future rapidly flashing through her mind. And then... it's over. She's back down to Earth, with her soiled bedding and lewd internet post, which is still rapidly gaining upvotes.

She reviews the photo, and feels another spark of pleasure as she considers the chance that someone close could recognize her. Then she looks at the title. The first sentence she remembers consciously choosing to write, but the second one - the 'Bigger boobs and lips maybe' - had she really written that? It must have been unthinkingly - it doesn't sound like something she'd write at all. But there it is, plain as day. The Casino's conversion is clearly already worming its way in, making her do and think things that are completely out of character for her. Or rather, were completely out of character for her. Everything that happened in her Casino 'dream' was clearly very real.

Still clueless as to what her first conversion might be, Stacy notices the time.

Shit, how long was I masturbating for?!

She is running very late for work.