You wave your hand at Mrs. McFarland. All the fat from her on stomach up disappears, as does the fat from her calves and thighs. Now she's only obese in her ass. She looks ridiculous with an obese ass on a normal body. You make sure her ass jiggles ridiculously as well when she walks. A girl has just given her a massive wedgie as a boy dumps a bag of grass clippings over the still immobile administrator. You tell her she can move again when the bell rings, but will think nothing of you, her new body, or what's happened to her. You head to the office.
You see the thirty-year-old secretary. Once again, she is wearing a blouse that is showing as much cleavage as she can get away with. It's also rather tight. A thought from you and it becomes a pull-over sweater. "Hello," you say.
Mrs. Torranson, the secretary stands up and yanks her sweater up, exposing her tits. "Look at my titties!" she yells. She then yanks her sweater back down and turns bright red. She is horrified over what she has just done. You smile as you give her some more things to feel embarrassed and confused over. Another boy walks into the office holding a check-out slip. Mrs. Torranson stands up again, flashes the boy and again yells out "Look at my titties!" This time she orgasms as she degrades herself in front of this teenage boy. Another thought from you, and the secretary is now wearing tight, khaki pants, and no underwear. She now has a wet spot in her crotch, which, thanks to you, she will not notice until she gets home. She'll have to flash everyone who walks into the office and orgasm every time she does so.
You wonder where to go next. Danceline practice, visit the hot, but prudish history teacher Ms. Kane, or head downtown for some fun with business women. |