See the effects

"At least this seems straightforward." Ramona admitted, "maybe 'cold front' will put me in a parka and snow pants." She hoped for any more coverings she would be allowed. She quickly noticed her growing hair tickle her neck. The ponytail she had been wearing fell away as her hair brightened to a shimmering, light blonde, bouncing in gentle waves down past her shoulders. It swished gracefully with every head movement, like a shampoo commercial. "At least it looked healthy." Next she felt sudden, hot, pin pricks spreading along her chest, ass, inner thigh, and countless other intimate patches of skin. She rubbed at her knuckles in pain, watching in shock as tattoos started to appear on her flawless skin. She wasn't against tattoos, but as they became more clear, she realized the app's twisted perversion. Her knuckles had a letter written on each, spelling COCK and SLUT, in a girly, black font. Lewdly, the letters were rotated 90° allowing them to be easily read by anyone her hands were stroking. The rest of her body was adorned with similar, perverted images and words, the kind you'd see at a sorority hazing. Using the mirror of her car, Ramona gingerly touched her neck, noting tally marks measured how deep a cock had been in her throat She was shocked to recognize some names of former boyfriends, but there were many more she didn't recognize, mostly the larger ones. From the markings, this app was pretty accurate. On one arm, she has a bed post full of notches, filled much more than it should have been, and on the other arm, another measuring tool, this time comparing the lengths of cocks she'd fucked, again populated by unknown names. There were even little star ratings next to their names. Peaking out from the waist of her miniskirt, she noticed the start of 'insert dick here,' no doubt with an arrow pointing downward.

Dull pain throbbed all over Ramona, who made a note to check out the full damage later. Finally a shiver ran up her spine, quickly chilling her body, but just as quickly as it came, it went, and soon warmth returned to her, except for one place. Technically two places, as her nipples stayed permanently cold and frigid, their pink color evident through her thin shirt. She could feel slight goosebumps around the areola, as if an AC was blasting just her chest. "This is gonna be distracting." Ramona panted, feeling the fabric of her top play with her aroused chest. She gathered her bag and exited the car, quickly stepping in her wedge sandals. She didn't get more than five steps before she felt a familiar tingle. What had been quick, short steps became slow, long, and deliberate struts. Her stride now crisscrossed, giving her hips a deep, eye catching roll. If it wasn't for her sports bag, the driveway would look like a catwalk. Ramona looked around flummoxed, a move her body allowed as casual hair flips. Who was looking at her? As she reached the front stoop, her body daintily handled the railing as she ascended the few steps to the door. She could feel her lower ass cheeks expose with every step. Why did she have to move so slow? Instead of reaching into her bag for her keys, she casually shrugged the bag off her shoulders and bent at the waist to place it in the ground. Only then could she rummage through her bag, slowly, methodically sifting past not enough items to be taking this long. Her legs were pressed tightly together, alternating which knee was popped, shaking her ass for whoever was spying on her. Her hands finally grabbed her keys, and she sprung back to a straight position with a little hop, quickly revealing her bare ass. Blushing furiously and happy her face wasn't **** to perform for anyone, she unlocked her front door and started to step inside before suddenly turning to face the street. Immediately she felt her face perk up into a confident smirk. She then was bent at the waist once more to pick up her bag, this time squeezing her fat tits between her arms for whoever was causing this. As she stood up she blew a kiss to someone and closed the door.