“Well the next thing I want on my list, embarrassment. You always made me look bad to make yourself look good, so how about we change that,” Skylar said, looking at her mother’s chest and belly.
Skylar’s mother could only watch, letting a tear run down her cheek.
You wanted to feel bad, you really did, but Skylar was doing all of this for a reason, you were sure of it. If she hadn’t truly changed today then the ring didn’t work... and you were pretty damn sure it did.
“I wish that every piece of clothing you wear will be too tight for you. It will always ride up. Your belly will always poke over the top of your pants poke out of your top. Your bra will always be too small for your tits and your underwear will be the same. If you’re wearing a dress, then I guess your boobs will spill over the top and your butt will ride up as well. All of this will be random. Either your clothes will shrink and resize to make all this happen, or the different parts of your body will grow to do it. Either way, it’s all going to make you look too big for your clothes.”
Skylar’s mother was now crying even more. Her perfect figure was already ruined, now she couldn’t even hide from her new body.
You watch as Skylar’s mother’s already quite tight tank top suddenly shrinks significantly, her belly now bulging out from underneath, most of her belly button visible. Her already tight bra gets tighter as her breasts spill over the top, her cleavage struggling to keep some kind of attractiveness on her body but failing quite miserably. Her butt grows slightly larger, her panties start appearing over the top of her leggings. Speaking of her leggings, they also show off way too much ankle. No longer looking decent or fairly attractive, just fat.
“And now we’re onto the final stage, Mom. You’ll love this one,” Skylar says, with a devilish smile at the end.