Much as you saw breasts growing beneath your shirt in your classroom a few hours ago, you can see Stephanie’s modest chest swelling under her blouse.
She’s noticed it, too. “What the hell?” She’s pressing her hands against them as if to slow the growth, but it’s not working.
That’s not all that’s changing, though. Her skirt is being distended by a growing pair of hips, and with her blouse being pulled upward to reveal her midriff, you can see her waist shrink. Her legs seem to be growing slightly longer as well.
Her dark hair lightens as it grows out of its modest ponytail, lengthening until it reaches her enlarged ass, while simultaneously gaining highlights that make it a much lighter shade of brown. Her eyes change from brown to a sparkling blue, her cheekbones becoming more prominent, her chin rounding off, her nose shrinking slightly, her lips plumping into perfect pillows. Her slightly altered face is suddenly covered with makeup, thick and colorful, as giant hoop earrings appear through her earlobes.
She’s even taller now, you realize, but that’s because her shoes now have huge platforms and high heels. Her skirt has shrunk into a microskirt -- it appears that if she just leans over slightly, her pussy will be on view -- and her blouse is now sleeveless and just barely long enough to cover breasts that appear to be the size of volleyballs, at least a couple of cup sizes larger than your own. She’s finally stopped holding her hands in front of them, but now she seems stunned by the fact that her fingernails have grown out into inch-long, perfectly- manicured talons.
”Like, oh, my God,” she says in a voice about an octave higher than previous, and then she looks up at you with a panicked expression. “Like, what the fuck did you do to me? I sound like a bimbo -- and I look like a bimbo --“ She puts her hands on her now much wider hips. “I wanted, like, you to be different, not me!”
The locker-room door slams open. In walks another waitress, Beverly. She’s changed much as Stephanie has, with an over-the-top hourglass figure, bright red hair that reaches to her waist, and a choker around her neck with letters spelling out “SLUT.” She’s barely fitting into her Hooters tank top, and her orange shorts are tight enough that you can clearly see the outline of her pussy.
”Like, Jeff said to tell you your break’s over,” Beverly says to you, invoking the manager’s name. “And how come you’re not in your uniform yet?” she asks Stephanie.
”Uh...” Stephanie is obviously stunned by the changes to herself, and now her co-worker.
”Well, uh, hurry up!” Beverly pivots and exits back into the restaurant.
You decide to follow her, saying to Stephanie as you leave, “Keep that note safe, and we’ll deal with it later.”
Once out in the restaurant, you see...