Transit, 31 (Patreon)

Lori stepped into the elevator, the metallic doors sliding shut behind her with a soft whoosh. She glanced at her reflection in the mirrored walls, her eyes drawn to the way the black top clung to her body, accentuating her enhanced curves. She pressed the button for the ground floor, her heart racing with anticipation. Finally, she was going to get her phone and wallet back.

The elevator began its descent, and Lori shifted her weight, feeling the soft leather of the shorts against her skin. The snug fit made her acutely aware of every movement, each step causing a slight friction that sent tingles through her body. The clit piercing added to the sensation, a constant, gentle pressure that was both distracting and oddly arousing. She tried to focus on the impending reunion with her belongings, but the physical sensations were hard to ignore.

As the elevator reached the lobby, Lori took a deep breath, bracing herself for the inevitable stares. The doors slid open, and she stepped out, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. She walked with purpose, her hips swaying naturally, the weight of her new breasts shifting with each step. She could feel the eyes of other guests on her, their gazes a mix of curiosity and judgment.

The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, the chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow. Lori could feel her face flush, a mix of embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite place. Despite the shame, there was a part of her that was beginning to enjoy the attention, the way her body moved and the way the tight fabric hugged her curves.

Her implants moved slightly with each step, a constant reminder of her transformation. She adjusted her posture, trying to make the movement feel more natural. Each bounce and jiggle felt exaggerated, but she found herself getting used to it, her body adapting to the new sensations.

As she walked, Lori could feel the cool air of the corridor on her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading from her core. The pressure of the clit piercing was a constant, a subtle reminder of her new reality. It sent waves of pleasure through her with every step, making it hard to concentrate.

Her eyes flicked around the corridor, catching glimpses of people looking at her. Some were subtle, others less so, their gazes lingering on her ample cleavage and long legs. Lori's initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of empowerment. She straightened her back, lifting her chin slightly, her confidence growing with each step.

The reception desk came into view, and Lori quickened her pace, eager to retrieve her belongings. The receptionist looked up, a professional smile on his face as she approached. She felt a surge of relief and excitement, her eyes shining with anticipation.

The closer she got, the more she could feel her breasts swaying, the movement becoming almost hypnotic. She couldn't deny the thrill of it, the way her body felt alive and responsive. Despite the lingering shame, something inside her had changed, a new sense of acceptance and confidence emerging.

As she reached the desk, Lori's breath hitched slightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She was ready to reclaim her phone and wallet, ready to take the next step in her journey, no matter where it led.