Looking at the five sprays, you shudder at the danger just resting on the windowsill. Almost too terrified to touch them, or flee the room, you stare at them transfixed. The news cuts away from the news conference, and the sight of the former CEO, and newest victim, with her extreme body.
Her bust massive, moves with a sloshing motion, pulling heavily at her shoulders. Each full titty topped by a massive nipples, pressing against his shirt. The colour, the breadth, the sheer size impossible to deny. Her rump, just as impressive. The cheeks of her arse pressing against his tailored business suit, now looking like she was smuggling basketballs. The tight trousers looking painted on, their sheer tightness confirming with their stressed and burst stitches no bulge was visible. No trace of a cock outlined there. Instead, even as she wavered, the unmistakable camel toe, of her new lips. Erupting from the canyon of between her rolling ass cheeks, a stiff brush-like tail rose. As tall as her spine it was bushy, the red-blonde fur matching her hair as it rose. Visible even from the camera angle. As it bobbed behind her, swishing from side to side, appearing at one shoulder and then the other. The look on her face was absolute terror, her features rippling, as they took on a bimbo-ish innocence, incapable of intelligence, speaking only of incomprehension. Her lips filling, giving her confusion a pouty look, as she shook her head in denial. The mane of hair swaying telling her it was real, the tail dancing in counterpoint.
The image still haunting your thoughts, and the news anchor in the studio, too. There was disbelief on her face, too. But for a different reason, a cynicism making her wonder about ad campaigns, and raised profiles. She shuddered, as she composed herself.
"That was the CEO of Zpunk." she said, her voice quavering. She weighed up a decision, an awkward pause in her broadcast, as she reached for a glass of water with a shaking hand. Several deep gulps later, her throat bobbing with each swallow, she lowered the glass back to her desk.
"That was Steven Bannon, former head of Zpunk." A trace of a smile flickering across her face. You smirk too, as you recall the adverts they used. The women in their commercials little more than eye-candy. Much like Ms. Bannon. Her body more extreme, and not the result of plastic surgery.
Straightening up, an update comes in her earpiece. Her composure restored, she continues.
"The effects vary from victim to victim, and the changes always... always, end up feminising them. I have to warn you, this can affect women as well as men. We have some images of victims."
"Before, and After shots for women."
*Before*
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*After*
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"If anything, the results for men, are more exaggerated.", she swallows, "You might wish to look away." she adds before the next image appears.
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Humiliatingly, their former names, their male names came up, as the last two appeared.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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