Transit, 30 (Patreon)

Lori stood before the mirror; her eyes wide as she took in the sight of herself in the sleek black top. The fabric clung to her curves, emphasizing every inch of her transformed body. The deep plunge of the neckline drew attention to her ample cleavage, while the tight fit showcased her slim waist and rounded hips.

She shifted her weight, her hands gliding over the smooth material of the top. The sensation of the fabric against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. Her long, red nails contrasted sharply with the black of the top as she adjusted it, trying to make it feel more comfortable, yet every move seemed to highlight her new voluptuous figure even more.

Turning slightly, Lori examined her profile. The way the top hugged her breasts, making them appear even larger, was almost overwhelming. She lifted her arms, adjusting the straps, the movement causing her breasts to shift slightly, drawing her attention to their weight and firmness.

Lori frowned slightly, noticing that the shorts felt tighter than before. She ran her hands over the fabric, trying to determine if it was the shorts or if her buttocks had actually grown bigger. The snug fit seemed to suggest the latter, adding another layer of bewilderment to her already complex transformation.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes traveling down her body. The black shorts hugged her hips and buttocks snugly, their high cut making her legs look longer and more toned. She turned around, looking over her shoulder to see how they fit from behind. The view was startling—her buttocks were perfectly shaped, the shorts accentuating their roundness.

Lori ran her hands down her sides, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the tightness of the outfit. The chains on the top glinted under the bathroom light, adding a touch of edginess to the look. She tilted her head, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

As she shifted, she felt a slight twinge between her legs—a reminder of the clit piercing she had discovered earlier. The subtle, constant pressure of the barbell against her sensitive flesh was an entirely new sensation. Each movement made her acutely aware of the piercing, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her body. She found herself unconsciously adjusting her stance to either heighten or reduce the sensation.

Lori's eyes traveled back up to her reflection, focusing on her face. Her full lips were slightly parted, her expression a mix of shock and wonder. She reached up, touching her cheek, her fingertips trailing down to her lips. The woman staring back at her was both familiar and completely alien.

She shifted her stance, her hips swaying slightly as she turned from side to side, testing the limits of her new attire. The top moved with her, the fabric stretching and conforming to her every curve. Each movement felt strange, yet oddly empowering. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, the sight mesmerizing her.

She was ready to go.