It was decided. Elizabeth would modify Liz's body as a whole. The only question remaining, then, was what to turn the woman into? Of all the things that bothered her most about the busty girl's body, it wasn't that she made Elizabeth look flatter than a plank of wood by comparison. Nor was it that the men and even some of the women at the store seemed to constantly fawn over her outrageous figure.
No, the worst part of it was that Liz wasn't even trying to be sexy. Her plain, non-revealing blouse that she wore to work were proof of that. She wasn't some skank that left her top buttons undone or that paraded around the store in a low-cut, skimpy tank-top. From what Elizabeth could tell she did her best to draw attention away from her figure. Yet it never seemed to work, only amplifying how truly distinctive her chest was.
"Hey, were you paying attention at all?" Liz asked. Elizabeth suddenly snapped out of her mental funk.
"Oh, sorry, I got distracted a bit," Elizabeth said as she felt her body swelling with anticipation. "Say, could you stand up for a second?"
"Eh? Okay, I guess..." Liz replied, rising from her seat. Her bust struggled against the strength of gravity as she rose, sagging and bouncing almost comically.
"Remove a sock and stick in in your mouth, please. I don't want you screaming too loudly."
Liz was naturally puzzled at her coworkers demand, but for some reason she couldn't find the will to refuse. She slipped off her sneaker and plucked her sock off her foot. Without hesistation she jammed the sweaty thing into her own mouth. It tasted and smelled awful though Liz couldn't understand why she was doing it at all. It was only once that the thing was stuffed firmly inside that she felt a ghostly, otherworldly power lift her from the ground. She dangled three feet off the ground, helpless as a rag-doll.
"Mmmpppppphhhhh!" she moaned, her voice muffled nearly to silence.
"Good, quiet enough to keep out attention but loud enough for me to hear you panic," Elizabeth said sinisterly. " I know this must be scary for you, dear, but try to see what I'm about to do to you not as a punshiment, but as improvement. I'll turn you into something your body was made for."
Liz let off another silenced scream as her body was hit yet again by a supernatural force. This time it propelled her backwards, slamming her into the wall behind at about thirty kilometers per hour. Despite the speed, the collision was neither loud nor particularly painful.
The shocking part came after as her body began to physically fuse to the wall. It started with her back and buttocks, as those two areas melted and shifted back into the pearly white plaster, disappearing without a trace. Her head, shoulders, legs, and stomach area merged next, leaving behind her massive jugs to hang disembodied on the wall. For a moment Elizabeth considered leaving them there but in the end she continued on with her plan. They too were then taken in, sucking the last traces of Liz's existence into the plaster.
But that wasn't the end of it. A few moments later, a white, plastic square formed on the spot where Liz had been absorbed. A fuzzy, imprecise pattern appeared in its interior. Over the next ten seconds it rapidly came into focus and what were once formless blobs gave way to distinctly familiar shapes. It was Liz, bent playfully over an office chair. Her blouse was undone, giving the viewer a long look down her expansive cleavage. Her hair was done up like a porn star's and her lips were pushed out in a "screw me" look.
Yes, this was the fruition of Elizabeth's plan. She had turned Liz into an actual pin-up girl. A pin-up poster, more precisely. An object of visual consumption. It made sense, really; everyone at Wilkos focused more on her body than her personality, so why not turn into a form that maximized her visual pleasantness? And despite the posters playful grin, Liz's mind was fully intact, taking in her new existence as a sexy poster.
"Um, excuse me, Elizabeth?" said a voice from behind. It was Rob, one of the younger employees. He was a bit of a slacker and jokester, but overall he was easy enough to work with.
"What is it, Rob?" Elizabeth replied.
"Well, there's a customer from that buisness place next door and they're complaining about something they bought last we..." he trailed off as his gaze made contact with Liz's new form. His member swelled with blood as he ogled her exposed, sexy pose.
"Like the poster, do you?" Elizabeth asked. "I don't know who put this up, but it looks like Liz was some kind of model when she was younger. A sexual one, it seems."
'Isn't this, like, against the rules?" Rob asked, his eyes still fixed firmly on Liz's cleavage.
"Technically no. Company policy says that pornographic images aren't allowed in store, but there's nothing pornographic about this. It's just racy. Now then, if you excuse me, I'll go deal with the customer."
Elizabeth turned around, leaving Rob and the poster behind. The young man didn't react at all, simply taking in the beauty of the poster. It was like a fantasy come true.
"Oh, one more thing," Elizabeth said, just before closing the door behind her, "Feel free to pleasure yourself to that poster, Rob. That's what it's used for, after all."
The last thing she saw as she shut the door was Rob unzipping his fly as he bent forward, swiping a single black sock from the floor. She didn't need her god powers to predict what was going to happen next. Though she was impressed; not even five minutes had passed before Liz's poster was already in use! Best of all, she didn't even use her powers to convince Rob to jerk it; that was all natural.
As fun as it was, she had other things to worry about. Apparently some customer was upset, and as it turned out...
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