"I can walk around without question or interference." Vanessa said into the dictaphone. Clicking it off, she put that to the test. Rising, she smirked at Miss Pickles and walked away without a word of explanation.
She listened intently as she left, but no-one called after her. Even once she closed the door behind her she strained to hear if anyone was calling her back.
"I'm more comfortably dressed." Vanessa spoke into the dictaphone as the idea hit. Between one footstep and the other, her uniform vanished, and in the same moment she was in her sports clothes.
Straightening up, she felt the extra jiggle when she walked. Her rear moved with a life all it's own. Her hips shifting to account for the extra girth, even her pelvis felt wider. There was a bump and grind to her walk now, that gave her bust an interesting bounce as she went.
A frown creased her brow, as she wondered if these things were reversible, or if she'd just cursed herself to live with this incredible body.
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