Author's Note: Continuing this story through 'Option C' at the specific request of a reader. Hope you like it! Feedback and suggestions welcome.
Hannah ran back to her bedroom, crouched through the door frame and quickly shut the door. She leaned back against it, looking incredibly sexy as she willed her heart to stop beating so fast.
"What," she took in a breast-heaving gasp of air.
"Just," she breathed in sharply again causing even more tantalizing wobbles in her overdeveloped breasts.
"Happened!?" she gasped incredulously.
She seemed to be adjusting already to her new, erotic voice and noticed with thankfulness she wasn't uncontrollably turning herself on at the sound of every word she pronounced. But adapting to her voice was nothing compared to adjusting to an entirely new reality.
She played back the tape. Just an hour ago she was a beautiful but struggling model who'd made the most incredulous discovery -- a magical email address that could change her life and give her the hotness (coincidentally also soothing her fragile esteem) she needed to be successful in the modeling world while not having to feel inferior to her competition.
It's not that Hannah wasn't obsessed with the way her body looked. It wasn't that Hannah didn't have dreams that were a little excessive but this had all happened so fast and, well, this more than a little excessive. This was, like, wanton excess she thought.
Of course, Hannah wanted the attention and even reveled in the hungry stares of guys but for her own brother to succumb to some sort of uncontrollable spasm of orgasms just from her mere presence... it was too much. Even Hannah had to admit that.
The email had changed her into something else entirely. She wasn't sexy supermodel material like she'd dreamed of--not even pornstar material. No, she was aching hot, wet dream, fantasy-run-wild material. Hannah wasn't stupid. If her own brother couldn't handle himself, could she expect other men to maintain composure around her? What would this do to her modeling career!? she wondered with some trepidation.
She glanced down at her bare, heaving breasts exploding off her chest, proud nipples piercing the air with their over-perkiness. Hannah couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Bare. Breasts?
"Shit!!! Why the eff am I naked!?" she shrieked like a girl in heat.
This set off a new flurry of thoughts in Hannah's overwhelmed psyche. The email didn't just change her body, it changed reality so that she'd always been this way. A lump was forming in her throat.
So what, do I just... walk around naked now!? She'd been living in this reality for only moments but history had changed itself for the new her. Could this mean that the alternate-reality-her enjoyed this? Perhaps even reveling in walking around her house naked? Would this "her" really go that far? She couldn't imagine destroying a relationship with her brother simply because she wanted to show off her excessively developed body. Of course Hannah was certainly no prude and she loved being able to show off her body and have men eating out of the palm of her hand--a perk she'd enjoyed for many years thanks to good genes and a religious devotion to keeping her body in good shape. But even though her brother frequently annoyed her, she cared a lot for him and would never really do anything to jeopardize that relationship, right? Hannah rubbed her temples as she felt a headache coming on. All this thinking about an alternate reality in which she'd lived a different life was making her head hurt much the same way it did when her brother tried to make her watch the movie 'Inception' one time.
She shook her head. "Shit! So do I even have any clothes?" she wondered aloud, taking two massive strides with her endless legs to her closet. She closed her eyes and reached for the sliding closet door handle. Please tell me I still wear clothes. Please, please tell me I still wear clothes. She threw the door open and peered in, breathing a small sigh of relief. Clothes.
Even if they were really skimpy.
Hannah surveyed the selection of stretchy cotton short-shorts, tight t-shirts and two piece bikinis. She scanned the hangers for any other options but that looked to be it. Hannah shrugged, it must be pretty hard finding other clothing items to fit me now.
She grabbed a pair of gray cotton shorts and a stretchy, navy tee and put them on. The cotton shorts were filled out by her massive, perfect derrière to the utter limit, leaving the lower three quarters of her cheeks bare and stretching the fabric so taughtly, Hannah could see a massive camel toe where her throbbing pussy was definitely not left to the imagination.
The navy tee wasn't fairing much better. It stretched over her massive globes but covered little else. The bottom hem of the shirt fluttered in the open air, lifted offer her body by several inches by her chest cannons, leaving her abdomen bare and untouched by any fabric.
Hannah was feeling a bit sick to her stomach. "Shit, shit, shit! I really took things too far!"
She wanted to blame the magic email for this mess but couldn't shake the thought that this was really her fault. "I've got to fix this," she paused, "If the email can do this, surely it can reverse things as well."
Another long stride to her desk and she shoved the too-small desk chair out of the way. It rolled across the room and banged against the wall as Hannah knelt down in front of her computer. "Geez, why couldn't the email have given me a bigger chair?" she grumbled. Now, heart racing, she grabbed the mouse and quickly pulled up her internet browser. Her mouse pointer flew across the screen as she felt an urgency to reverse her changes as soon as possible. Within seconds she had logged into her Gmail and clicked into the last email she'd sent. She briefly scanned it again,
Anyone with anything sexier than me.
"Well, I didn't mean literally anyone," she rolled her eyes and then on total auto-pilot moved the mouse up and clicked 'send'. A message came back saying,
"Email sent successfully"
Hannah huffed, "Wait! Dang it, I didn't mean to resend the email. That was stupid! Ugh, okay... let me pull it up again so I can type my reply and fix this..."
Hannah was about to scroll down to the box where she could type in a reply email when a shiver of pleasure shot through her spine like electricity.
Her eyes widened and she gripped her mouse tightly as her perfect, pouty lips formed the perfect 'O' shape, "Oh, oh no..."
Another shiver of pleasure shot through her, capitalizing in her pussy and nipples. With a sense of dread, mixed with incredible pleasure, Hannah felt her body stretch an inch higher.
"Ungh!!! Oh. Oh n-no--Mmmmm--I didn't mean... oh god what did I just do!? Ahhhhh...."
Hannah tried hard to resist but couldn't stifle the moans of pleasure shivering through her body as it began it's sexification anew, her body greedily drinking in every ounce of what could only be described, at this point, as raw, sexual power being pumped into her at an alarming rate...
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