The pink blast swallowed up Marinette as she ran to help her lover. The crackling energy surged through her body as an intense burning sensation filled her chest. Her breasts suddenly began to swell and strain, the French fashionista moaning as her bust stretched out further and further until….
*riiiiiiiiiiip*
Marinette looked down and gasped “C’est quoi ce bordel?!” as her new H-Cup breasts hung loosely from her torn bra.
She gave them a good squeeze and moaned, the pink sparks crackling across her hands. Her nails grew four inches longer and painted themselves a gaudy purple as her hair started to grow out. Her inky black hair grew out and down her back before whipping itself into a big pair of pigtails. Her shirt melted into a gooey mass, morphing into a tiny violet tube top with suspenders going across her nipples.
“What is happening to me?!” Marinette panicked as her eyes became caked in eyeshadow and her lashes grew out full and thick.
She leaned down and moaned as her skirt fizzled away to reveal her butt. Her asscheeks began to swell and stretch until the back of her panties got swallowed up by her buttcrack. Her thighs grew out so much that they looked like Wendy’s, her dress shoes morphing into seven inch purple pumps as Marinette suddenly arched her back.
“What- is- is-“ Marinette struggled as her mind grew fuzzy.
Her lips plumped up to a pleasant pout as they turned a nice shade of lavender, a smile spreading across her face as she licked them.
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Colin groaned as he recovered from the surge of pain.
“Feeling better yet, darling?” Marinette as sultrily with a ditzy giggle.
“Mari, is that you?” Colin gasped as he realized Marinette had changed.
“Of course stud muffin, who else would it be?” Marinette said as she sensually swayed her hips.
Colin got out his phone and discovered he was in a completely different part of town. And judging by the windowless room, this wasn’t the cooking class.
“Uh shouldn’t we get back to the cooking lesson?” Colin asked.
Marinette giggled “Forget those stuffy little prudes, I’m the only woman you need right now…”
Colin tried to press her for an answer, but got pulled into a passionate kiss as the French beauty pulled his pants down and started stroking his member. She thrusted herself against it with fiery vigor as he groaned in protest. She rode him harder… and harder…
Until the janitor opened the door and they had to leave….
Back at his apartment, no one seemed to notice anything different about Marinette. It was so weird… did that pink light have something to do with this? Could he turn Marinette back to normal?
“Is something burning?” Colin asked.
One of the girls immediately ran into the kitchen.
“Ah man, not dinner!” Zoya yelled.
“I’m sure Marinette could fix up something…” Colin said.
“Babe, she can’t even make eggs without getting the fire department called down here, remember? That’s why you got her signed up for cooking classes?” Lucy asked.
“Then who’s cooking?” Colin asked.