Tiffany touched the slimy film on her skin and sneered. Ever since the day her rival, Bradley, had slipped her special concoction in the lowfat designer latte she drank every morning, Tiffany had found her body going through some disgusting changes.
Her breasts squished audibly as she squeezed them, following directions for what Bradley promised would help her come up with an antidote for this prank gone wrong. Paler with huge nipples and freckles everywhere, she looked on as secreted a green gel. It matched a puddle always forming between her legs that drenched her pubic hair.
"Like, how long do I have to keep doing this?" Tiffany asked.
"Keep going and I'll let you know."
No, Bradley wouldn't let her know. This moment, she had a whole livestream broadcasting this study of the changes her research wrought. Far from an accident, she chose this stuck up mean girl from her high school nightmares to cap her college senior thesis. After years of torment for her glasses and her own freckles, it pleased the redhead to see these tables turned, viewership numbers climbing, and best of all, donations pouring in for her research fund. It would help immensely with the other plans she had for her guinea pig. Pregnancies. Semen cravings. Changes to her senses. Yes, Bradley had a litany of revenges to put on the spoiled brat.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Grooooooss!"
Bradley checked the screen. After ten minutes playing with herself, Tiffany had mushed her boobs flat and found them rapidly refilling with gel to make them plump and fake again. In this early phase, breathing made them squirt into coating the top of her analysis booth. A sudden hit of horniness made her dart her hand to her pussy, where she scowled at the stuff getting on her hands.
She was a mess. And unknown to her, classmates witnessed her every action, watching and laughing from the safety of their computer screens.
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"Ewwwwww."
Tiffany touched the slimy film on her skin and sneered. Ever since the day her rival, Bradley, had slipped her special concoction in the lowfat designer latte she drank every morning, Tiffany had found her body going through some disgusting changes.
Her breasts squished audibly as she squeezed them, following directions for what Bradley promised would help her come up with an antidote for this prank gone wrong. Paler with huge nipples and freckles everywhere, she looked on as secreted a green gel. It matched a puddle always forming between her legs that drenched her pubic hair.
"Like, how long do I have to keep doing this?" Tiffany asked.
"Keep going and I'll let you know."
No, Bradley wouldn't let her know. This moment, she had a whole livestream broadcasting this study of the changes her research wrought. Far from an accident, she chose this stuck up mean girl from her high school nightmares to cap her college senior thesis. After years of torment for her glasses and her own freckles, it pleased the redhead to see these tables turned, viewership numbers climbing, and best of all, donations pouring in for her research fund. It would help immensely with the other plans she had for her guinea pig. Pregnancies. Semen cravings. Changes to her senses. Yes, Bradley had a litany of revenges to put on the spoiled brat.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Grooooooss!"
Bradley checked the screen. After ten minutes playing with herself, Tiffany had mushed her boobs flat and found them rapidly refilling with gel to make them plump and fake again. In this early phase, breathing made them squirt into coating the top of her analysis booth. A sudden hit of horniness made her dart her hand to her pussy, where she scowled at the stuff getting on her hands.
She was a mess. And unknown to her, classmates witnessed her every action, watching and laughing from the safety of their computer screens.