Investigate the 'Tasks' and 'Transformation Wheel' sections of the app to see what it contains

And remember that little eight-hour timer you programmed? Clock's ticking, babe."

You feel your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment. "I didn't know what I was doing," you mutter.

"What's that?" David asks from the kitchen, where he's begun making sandwiches.

"Nothing," you reply quickly, swiping to the Transformation Wheel section.

The screen fills with a glittering pink wheel divided into seven segments, each containing a different icon: an hourglass, pouty lips, a peach, breasts, a question mark, a star, and a brain.

"Welcome to my favorite part!" Becky claps her hands together. "Spin the wheel to bank Babe Bucks! Each spin gives you 35 points instantly—but also gives you a cute little upgrade!"

The wheel pulses invitingly, with a prominent SPIN button below it.

"That doesn't sound like a good deal," you murmur, reading the fine print below. Each segment corresponds to a different physical transformation—waist reduction, fuller lips, bigger ass, larger breasts, piercing or tattoo, or decreased intelligence.

"It's the fastest way to earn points," Becky pouts. "And you need points if you ever want to buy upgrades or... you know... maybe someday get back to normal?"

Your heart skips. "Wait, there is a way back?"

Becky's expression turns coy. "Wellllll, I didn't say that exactly. But more points means more options, right? And spinning is sooo much faster than those silly tasks."

David appears beside you, sandwich plate in hand. "Found anything useful?"

You quickly lock the screen. "Just more weird stuff. This app is insane."

"Lunch?" he offers, holding out the plate. "I made your favorite—turkey and avocado."

You take the sandwich gratefully, but when you bite into it, you're surprised by how different it tastes on your transformed taste buds—sharper, more nuanced somehow.

"Thanks," you say, suddenly aware of how David's eyes keep darting to your chest when he thinks you're not looking. The light blue sundress feels alarmingly flimsy as a barrier between his gaze and your new body.

13:05 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

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