she thinks it's completely normal

"What the fuck is that?" Alex finally managed to croak out, his voice thick with arousal.

Ophelia looked at him, her hand was hovering over her crotch. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

"The reporter," Alex said, gesturing at the TV. "The reporter began to look like a silicone doll before my eyes!"

Ophelia's gaze followed his hand, and she leaned back, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Well, that's interesting," she murmured, her eyes glued to the screen. "But I don't see anything strange."

Her hand finally made its way into her shorts, and she began to casually rub herself. Alex watched, his breath hitching in his throat as her small, pink nails began to lengthen and change color to a bright pink. The sight was mesmerizing, and his cock somehow grew even larger, pushing against his zipper... What is happeining?

"Are you crazy?" he sputtered. "Her boobs... her ass... it's like she's not even human anymore!.. at least normal human dont look like that!"

Ophelia giggled, her eyes still on the TV. "I like the idea of becoming a silicone doll," she said, her voice lilting with excitement.

Alex stared at her, his mind racing. He had never seen Ophelia like this before—so open, so... hungry. Her breasts had grown, swelling until they were larger and rounder, than few minutes ago, the fabric of her tank top stretching tightly across them. Her nipples were now bigger, pert, like the cherries on top of a sundae.

Her hips had also expanded, giving her an hourglass figure that was impossible to ignore, It's not like she didn't have a figure before, but now she looked like a magazine model. Her legs looked longer, more toned, and her skin had taken on a slightly shiny quality, as if she had been dipped in wax.

Ophelia's nails grew even longer, until they were talons that clicked against the fabric of her shorts. She leaned back, her braid now a little thicker, like her new enchanced boobs, cascading down her back like a river of gold. She licked her lips, and they grew fuller, the color deepening to a sultry red.

Alex couldn't take it anymore. He shot to his feet and bolted upstairs in panic, his heart racing.

"What, you don't like my boobs?" Ophelia's voice floated up the stairs, and he heard the sound of her zipper being pulled down.