The dictaphone

First, Lucy wanted to try her new dress, so quickly, she put it on, and went to admire herself in her mirror.

Strangely, she was kind of disappointed. Sure, the dress was beautiful in every way, with a lot of laces and all but... she felt kind of ugly inside. This was a dress so beautiful that she felt like it was made for another girl. Sighing, she looked at her walls, and gazed at the dozens of pictures of girls beautiful enough to really deserve an attire like this one. She took one of the pictures of her wall, and studied it : here was a famous steam punk model, very pale thanks to her make up with white hairs, nice pink lips and a body looking like it was made for wearing corsets. She knew that the model's body had seriously been altered by some program to make the final picture look better, but she didn't care. Here, she had something way better than any computer morphing software.

Taking off the dress, with just her panties on, Lucy took the dictaphone in her hands, and breathed heavily before recording :

"I have the perfect body for the kind of clothes I like"

Again, she heard the strange sparkling sound, and felt her scalp tingling : taking a strand of her hairs in her hand, she realized that from black, they were turning perfectly white ! Even more than those of the model of the picture ! Her hairs even grew a bit until they reached the middle of her back, and then stopped ; but as they did, Lucy's skin began to turn into a very white pink, like some kind of sexy doll. It was now seriously contrasting with her black panties ! She barely noticed it, but all the hairs of her body except her hair disappeared, as her skin became as soft as satin. Lucy saw in the mirror her eyes getting a bit larger and better defined, and her lips puffing up, then turning red as blood without any lipstick on !

Looking at herself, Lucy made a sexy pout, and doing so realized than she had now some kind of innocent, yet "naughty", very sexy face. But she stopped as she heard some strange gurgling sound coming from her stomach.

Putting her hands on it, she felt a strange move of her skin... and in the mirror, could see it shrinking ! She was already skinny, but her ribcage was narrowing until a ridiculous stage, where even a kid would have been larger than her : she was looking like a walking stick ! But before Lucy could say anything in the dictaphone to correct this, she heard a loud sound and felt her hips growing, getting larger and larger until her panties turned into very sexy garter. Rotating, she discovered that her ass had grown along, and was now very round and tight, and as pale as the rest of her body. Even underwear models hadn't buttocks like those, she thought proudly !

Gazing at herself, she felt good. She was beautiful, and her sticky figure was now making her ass, hips and even her B-cup breasts look like wonders ! And sure, she wouldn't have any problem now to put on some corsets... but she felt the tingling returning, concentrated on her chest, and soon, her breasts began to grow. They were already looking big on her, even if she know that she wasn't that well endowed, but now, they were turning into two, pale round orbs growing quickly, and soon, Lucy was as big as the model of the picture. But she didn't stop there: she outgrew her, and entered the "huge melons" range, her hands moving away from her body as the flesh of her chest was taking more and more space. Lucy finally entered into the "sport balls" category, where she outgrew volleyball, football and finally basketball, her growth slowing before stopping when her upper body, perfectly rising over her hips, was looking like a tender stick dominated by two pale, soft boulders touching each other, and slowly moving with her breath, their sides easily visible from behind her.

Touching them, a bit scared, Lucy suddenly felt good as pleasure ran over her. Looking in the mirror, she saw a girl able to beat any of the model pasted on her walls. She hadn't just a sexy body : she had a body made for that kind of clothes, supposed to enhance the hourglass figure of any woman. Now, she was more than a hourglass. Way better than that.

Trying again the dress she had discarded moments before, Lucy realized that she hadn't any problem putting it on, and more than that, she was perfectly fitting in it, except for her breasts... perfectly overflowing the corset. That's what those things are made for, she thought, enjoying the sight of new enormous chest.