“Good morning San Diego, I’m Tom Taylor and this is your morning weather! Rain today, with-“ the radio continued as Jane half looked up at it, rolling on to her back as she yawned, sinking her head back in to the pillow.
Sitting up, the blood rushed to her head, a throbbing starting to ache out as she placed a hand to the side of her face, her long nails scratching her ever so slightly.
Moving her hand away, she stared at it.
The stubby, neatly cut nails were gone, now well-manicured and longer, pale pink nail varnish coating the once dull beds.
Nervously she looked down.
And there, staring back up at her, were a perfect pair of DD’s, peering out from a now damaged nightshirt as the buttons had broken free in the night.
Tearing the shirt off, she ran her hands up her sides, which had changed as well, her waist now pinched inwards, her thighs and rear swollen out in opposite, moving her hands up to the now buxom torso and over, brushing a lock of long blond hair off of her shoulder.
Getting up, she cautiously walked in to the bathroom, inspecting herself in the mirror.
She twisted slightly, viewing her newly curved rear, her hips the same diameter as her newly acquired chest and winced “God, how am I going to get anything to fit!? This has got to stop”
After cleaning herself up, and searching through her wardrobe for the largest shirt she could find, she pulled it on and still barely managed to button it two thirds of the way.
The mornings rain had been a Godsend in it allowing her to pull on a large coat over the top of her dangerous new curves, a hood over her now shining blond hair.
Storming through the office, she dismissively answered any questions before sliding in to the safety of her cubicle, sliding off the soaking wet overcoat on to the back of her chair as she quickly opened her inbox.
Ignoring the day’s tasks, she fired straight through to the message she’d received the night before, yet as expected it was nowhere to be seen.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.