Things changed in a hurry. Right before Jennifer's eyes, her body began to shift, her breasts puffing up like balloons and bubbling like the top of a soup pot on a boil. Thankfully that evened out quickly, but it left her with breasts that were twice the size that they had been before, far past the D cup minimum that Kyle had mentioned in the phone call. She moaned softly as they grew in despite being freaked out, her sensitivity seeming to rise at the same time as her breast size.
Her clothes changed next, the semi-modest things that she had on morphing, twisting. Her pants changed into a skirt that barely covered her ass, and she had the feeling that if she bent over, her ass and pussy would be fully on display. There was no question that they would be, considering the lack of panties that was now apparent. She blushed, but then wondered...why was she blushing? She never wore panties...did she? There was a part of her that thought that perhaps she once had, but that was ridiculous. No girl wore panties, ever. It was just the way that the universe was.
Her mind felt more empty as she started to walk around in her new slutty outfit, harder to think, but it seemed normal. She didn't remember anytime when she felt other than that, at least.
Suddenly, she looked down at the table, seeing the sheet that detailed her homework for the morning. How could she have forgotten that?! She needed to get that done before she went to school today, or she'd be sent to the auditorium block for discipline!
What was it again? She had to...