Everything is so expensive. I want to be pretty now! Are there any discounts for a yummier butt or boobies?

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As David starts the engine, you pull out your phone one more time, your bimbo brain fixated on a new thought. Your acrylic nails click against the screen as you navigate back to the Babe Boutique section.

"Becky," you whisper, making sure David can't hear you over the car stereo, "everything is, like, super expensive! I want to be pretty now! Are there any discounts for a yummier butt or boobies?"

Becky's animated face lights up with excitement, her digital eyes widening. "Omigod, I thought you'd never ask!" She bounces on screen, her cartoon breasts jiggling. "We totes have flash sales, babe!"

The screen transforms into a spinning wheel labeled "DAILY DEALS." When it stops, several options appear with bright red discount tags:

"BOOTY POP — 350 Babe Bucks (30% OFF!)

Get that perfect peach! +1 inch of jiggly, grabbable ass."

"LIPS FOR DAYS — 300 Babe Bucks (40% OFF!)

Pouty perfection! Plumper, softer, more kissable."

"INSTANT HIGHLIGHTS ♀ — 250 Babe Bucks (50% OFF!)

Make that platinum pop with perfect dimension!"

"Ooh!" you squeal, then quickly lower your voice when David glances over. "I can totally afford these!"

"That's right, bestie!" Becky winks. "But they're totes limited time offers. Like, gone by midnight! And you can only pick one per day!"

You study the options, your simplified brain working overtime. Your butt already looks great in your new tennis skirt, but making it bigger would definitely get more attention. The thought sends a thrill through you that's both exciting and confusing.

"I'll take the Booty Pop!" you decide, tapping the option with your pink nail.

"Yaass queen!" Becky cheers. "Processing payment... 350 Babe Bucks deducted!"

A tingling warmth spreads across your lower back and buttocks. You squirm in your seat as the sensation intensifies, like thousands of tiny bubbles fizzing just beneath your skin. It doesn't hurt—quite the opposite. A pleasurable heat radiates outward as your glutes swell subtly, filling out more of the car seat.

"All done!" Becky announces. "Check out that juicy new booty! Your Babe Bucks balance is now 450."

"Everything okay over there?" David asks, noticing your fidgeting. "You look flushed."

"I'm just, like, super excited for Pulse!" you reply, your voice higher than intended. You shift again, marveling at the new sensation of your enhanced ass pressing against the seat. Your tennis skirt now feels noticeably tighter across your backside.

David's eyes flick to your thighs, where your skirt has ridden up even higher due to your new proportions. His hand returns to your leg, this time sliding slightly higher. "Jamie's going to love meeting you," he says, his voice dropping lower. "He's been dying to see who's replaced Jessica in my life."

The name triggers something in your foggy memory—Jessica, David's ex. The woman Rob had slept with. The woman you're clearly being molded to replace.

19:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Putney, London