This choice: Lingerie Football Player • Go Back... Taking the body in, you feel a nervous thrill run through you. The possibility of an injury ruining your career before you get started, the other avenues you can explore with this incredible body, are fascinating and frightening too. Sure, you could be a role model, as an athlete. But, now you could also be a glamour model, too. Admired as much for your looks as your sporting prowess.
That niggling terror at the back of your mind reminding you of your own youth. Of the lingerie clad beauties, that plastered the walls of your youth. None of them remembered by name, just their finest features. That one with the spectacular ass, the one with the incredible tits, her with the nips teasing through her damp white T-shirt.
Becoming one of those women, being reduced like that... You want to call out, to call it all off. As you go to speak out, the nanite cloud penetrates. Filling your mouth, as you cough and splutter. Skin itching, as every cell is invaded the DNA rewritten. You quiver as you stand there... Watching through the impenetrable glass, you shrink. Your agent seeming to shoot up, the room expanding in every dimension.
You wonder if it's possible to have a sports career when you're so petite. You still have your skill, training and dedication to win. But, your hope waivers as you take in your new body.
As you drop lower and lower, your arms and legs thinning, losing their muscle mass. The weight comes back, repurposes as succulent fatty tissue. A more svelte physique, a supple strength hidden beneath those softer curves. The tickle of your new longer hair as it erupts from your scalp, cascading down your spine.
Twitching, as the physical transformation completes. All trace of your former clothes eaten away by the nanites. Used as fuel to remake your body. The excess warming, and held in reserve. Taking in your incredible body, you look to your agent. It's both reassuring and not simultaneously. He's hypnotised by your body, drinking it in with a thirsty lust.
A chill washing over your skin, as the nanites go to work clothing you... Well, technically lingerie is clothes. But you still feel exposed even once the nanites are finished. Maybe more exposed, with the pretence of modesty adding to the naughty mystique.
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Only a lady, well a woman for a moment, and already you feel your arse is too big, and you want, No! Need to pluck that thong back from where it's gone too deep. It's not very lady like, as you reach to pluck it out.
The pump works, pounding the air to extract the last of the nanite cloud. For the foreseeable future, this is you now!?!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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