Chapter #3Greta gets sexy by: Unknown The door slammed as Charlie ran out of the room. Greta’s new-found strength surged through her whole body to the very tips of her fingers, as she curled her chubby fingers into a clenched fist in frustration. She thought about gorging on the rest of her doughnuts and devouring another handful of black jelly babies and M+M’s. She could have easily smashed through a few closed doors and brick walls. She could smash through campus after him with more power and speed than a runaway freight train.
But instead she sat on the end of her single bed, dejected. She was upset by the way Charlie had just looked at her. He looked repulsed. The idea of having to touch her had mortified him. She hadn’t cared about her looks in years but in the instant he frowned at her with disgust, all of her pubescent insecurities had come rushing back. Her old crush had rejected her all over again. He had looked at her like she was a monster, not a woman with feelings and desires. She tugged at the tight top against her bloated waist. She looked at the doughy rolls of red flesh which made up her stomach. Her tits didn’t cut out any shape in her body, as they blended in with the rolls of fat up and down her body as she sat hunched over on the bed. From her perspective she couldn’t see a hint of femininity; she was just an androgynous shapeless blob.
To console herself she popped an orange M + M into her mouth. A wave of clarity hit her as mind uncluttered itself and everything shifted into focus. The orange M+M did more good for her brain than a lifetime supply of omega 3 tablets could ever hope to as she started to brainstorm with lightning speed.
Natural selection. Evolution. The visual characteristics I’m outwardly presenting are not desirable traits for a sexual partner. I’m overweight, unhealthy, unenergetic. My genes are undesirable and I have made myself visually repellent to a man’s innate visceral drive to pass on his seed to a desirable sexual partner.
The words in her head she barely recognised, it was as if she had read them straight out of a text book. However she understood them completely.
“-Ahem...” said the ring, interrupting her train of thought. “What about the red M+M’s?”
“Huh? Oh yeah!” She picked up the bag of M + M’s and fished out every single red candy until her hand was full of sweets. She popped one into her mouth.
“Now these ought to boost my shares in the beauty department.” Her body started to tingle as she bit through the crispy shell. As the chocolate melted in her mouth, the excess flesh hanging over her waistline started to melt away too. Her belly slowly retracted, shrinking away from the belt line of her jeans. Her jeans had fit quite tightly but now they were loose against her waist. Her bum had shrunk, and so had her thighs. There was now plenty of extra room in her jeans.
Her jowls and her double chin had vanished. With the added definition in her face, she looked almost pretty. Her top was looser against her smaller torso. Instead of looking like a morbidly fat, social stigma, Greta could now pass as the “bubbly” friend of a pretty girl.
She wanted more though. She popped another two pieces of candy red candy into her mouth and chewed them greedily. Her shrinking figure was even more noticeable this time. Her waist shrank until the baggy jeans slipped off her slim, wasp-like waist and sexy hips. Her oversized cotton panties hung loosely off her tight bottom. Her thighs and calves were now slim and shapely, they looked like they had been honed to perfection on a Stairmaster. Her legs were smooth, perfectly hairless and cellulite free.
She flexed her bum cheeks and they bounced in a spritely manner. Her cheeks firmed up tightly enough to bounce loose change off. Her abdomen was tight and toned too. As she swivelled her hips she could see a hint of her firm core underneath. She patted her stomach and it made a solid sound. It was tight like the skin of a drum. Her breasts were modest but they stuck out noticeably on her slim frame, giving her a feminine shape for the first time ever. Her face was slender, soft and youthful. She was astounded to see her cheekbones for the first time in her life.
Greta was in great shape. For once she was a normal shaped girl. She could model if she wanted. Or go to a nightclub and blend in with a crowd of other attractive young women. But she looked at the handful of red candy still left in her hand, and then shrugged. With a snort of a laugh she shovelled the entire handful of sweets into her mouth and chewed them noisily. Normal meant nothing to her. Greta had always been one for excess. Becoming excessively beautiful seemed to make perfect sense for her.
Her lower body tingled as she watched her skin become ever more smooth and radiant. Her hair turned a deeper, richer red as she acquired all the classic beauty of a renaissance painting.
Her sweater swelled forward, stretching outward to accommodate her growing bust. She sprouted D cups, which then swelled to DD cups until they expanded as far as a G cup. As to be expected with Greta, everything was to excess. Her breasts were far more than handfuls and they bulged proudly and perkily on top of her chest and straining against her once again snug sweater. She slipped out of her sweater and stepped out of her panties to get a good look at herself in all her all new, naked glory.
Her bum filled out nicely behind her back. It swelled to a lovely, thick and firm peachy bubble butt. It was like something off a music video; enormously erotic. It rivalled the royalty of derrières like the J Los or the Kardashians. She laughed as she shook her booty, making it pop like the bootys did in the music videos. She gave her big, firm bottom a proud pat.
When she looked in the mirror she was almost blown away by her striking “natural” beauty. She smiled brightly. Her formerly degraded, cavity riddled, yellow stained teeth had suddenly become an immaculate set of straight and shiny pearly whites. She beamed a beautiful smile. Her porcelain-like smooth and imperfection free cheeks blushed rosy as she looked at herself in the mirror. Self love took one a brand new meaning for her. She was turned herself on as she shifted and shimmied in front of the mirror. She’d never seen a figure as gorgeous as hers in the pages of any magazine, but now she was looking at absolute beauty in the flesh, as her beautifully supple flesh sprang to life with her every movement. It was the sexiest body she’d ever seen and it was all hers to play with. She was getting aroused just looking at herself. She checked the weight of her new boobs as she cupped them and massaged them with her hands. She was about to slip her fingers between her legs to explore the folds of her new, wet snatch, when a thought occurred to her.
Wait...Wouldn’t it be better to explore my new, sexy body with someone else? Or maybe even more than one person?
“Who would you like to visit first?” the ring asked her. She had a few people in mind.
“It depends actually ring... will people have noticed that I’ve turned beautiful?”
“Yes. You're now one of the most beautiful people in the world. Men and women alike with have a hard time hiding how attractive they find you,” said the ring.
“So I’ll be, like... irresistible? Cool.” Greta shook her head. “That’s not what I meant though. I mean will people that I know now realize that I’ve changed or will they think that I’ve always been this beautiful? Has reality adjusted itself to my new looks? Or am I still the most unpopular girl on campus?”
“Reality has currently not adjusted to adapt to your new beauty, no. But I’m sure that as soon as the new look you steps onto campus, people’s opinions of you may change dramatically. ...However, if you wanted to change your whole life story in order to suit your new found beauty, you do possess the ability to alter your own reality and history with this ring. So it’s your decision. It’s entirely up to you, mistress...” said the ring.
Greta smiled coyly and scratched her temple. She had a few decisions to make. What was she going to do first?
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