Esther's New Life

"Look, I don't know how you got past the security system....."

Suddenly, George and Esther were no longer at a mansion, but she was in a rubber kiddie pool, and she was holding a can of cheap beer. She looked around. "What the fuck?"

"Like your new home?" asked George.

Esther looked up and saw a beaten up mobile home.

"You don't remember when Matt dumped you for a rich New York socialite twice your age, and when he kicked you to the curb, you were penniless?"

"What?!"

"You don't even own a car. You take the bus to your job as a stripper at the most low-class strip club in town."

"The fuck?" Esther's tits grew bigger and rounder - looking totally fake. A tattoo that read horny! in fancy script was across her upper chest. She stood up. There was a tattoo under her bellybutton of two naked fairies kissing. "What the fuck?!"

Her ass and hips swelled several inches and her thighs increased a few inches in girth.

"How are you doing this?" Just then her lips plumped up. She licked her lips. "STOP!"