As Jason stabbed the return key, he heard a voice calling out. "Belinda Jane Caruthers!" It was the sound of a pissed of mother, calling to her daughter.
Jason whirled around eager to see the scene unfold. However, as he turned the world seemed to shift around him. The room swirled farther than he turned, his clothes shifted too. Losing their coarse casual functional feel. In their place, he felt the caress of silks and satins.
Taking a moment to steady himself, he saw the towering matronly woman with the pissed look on her face. Jason was startled further as she reached out and grabbed him!
"We have a reputation to maintain." She hissed. Her voice low but insistent, directed in Jason's face, and not for anyone else.
"You can't just go around dressed like a little strumpet and not expect there to be consequences..."
Jason's mind finally caught up. Looking down, he saw the full cleavage she now possessed, felt the width of her hips, and the full ripe ass she now had.
"I'm Belinda Jane Caruthers..." she said in shock.
The older woman shook her head in despair. "Are you on drugs!?!" The outrage in her voice crystal clear.
"I'm B.J.!"
The woman flinched at the initials. "I certainly hope that's not how you're known..."
Belinda's gaze dropped to her cleavage once again. Hoping it had somehow gone away. Alas, it hadn't. Looking up to the woman, she was wearing an expensive necklace to draw glances to her own décolletage. It was just as firm, just as full. Her hand on Belinda's shoulder bedecked in rings that were encrusted with gaudy jewels.
Jason knew she was now rich... as promised. Even if she'd never agreed to this price. It was a million miles from her old life.
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