The Pendants, Chapter 3A

Patricia rolled to her feet and… was almost pulled over. Her tits weren’t just bigger, they were heavier! She stared down at her nightgown and realized that it wasn’t loose anymore—it was being pushed out by her! She looked down and she would see her deep valley from where the top of the gown had been stretched out.

What the… She’d felt like they were a little bigger, but she’d assumed that had just been a part of her dream. Part of that wonderful dream where she felt those men, and served those men, the way a woman should serve her man, even if he…

Patricia moaned once and then forced herself to walk to the mirror. She couldn’t be like this. Tits didn’t just grow like this. But then she stopped in front of the mirror, and stared at her body.

It wasn’t just her tits. Her hips flared out from her formerly slightly pudgy middle. Now it was curvy, the fabric stretched tight around her hips. Even her hair looked… richer?

Patricia shook her head. That wasn’t possible, because it was the same hair she’d gone to bed with last night!

But as she shifted, the fabric rubbed against her nipples and she gasped, the sound turning to a soft moan.

Her tits had never been that sensitive. The fabric made her nearly as hot as imagining some man’s hand rubbing and tweaking her…

“Ohhh…” She closed her eyes at the image, falling forward, one hand on the cool glass of the mirror. She could feel her boobs shifting and it was…

Patricia reached up and undid the buttons, pulling the gown off. She hissed at the way it rubbed against her tits as it fell, falling to the ground as she stepped forward. Then, timidly, she looked up to see what had happened.

And even knowing something had changed, it was amazing.Her boobs were half-again their normal size, her hips flared out from her waist and her skin… was smooth. No little pooch of skin right below her belly button. She wasn’t muscled, or toned, but it was like her weight had gone to all the right places.

Her nipples were thicker, dark areolas around them, and when she touched them, Patricia moaned.

They were definitely more sensitive. She rolled one nipple between her fingers and almost collapsed.

“Oh, God…” she said to the empty air. She started running her fingers over her body, cupping her tits, then running her fingernails over her belly…

It was like little sparks playing off her skin.

“Ahhhhh…” Patricia put her hands behind her head, and arched her back, staring into the mirror at the way her tits jiggled slightly at her movement, before they stilled, proudly standing out from her chest.

She closed her eyes, and an image came to her. A woman, standing like her, on a platform, men around her… waiting…

“Who…” she murmured. “Who could choose me…” Because she’d wait for the men, look at the way their cocks were stiffening as they stared at the woman waiting to see which one would purchase her, take her…

Leash her…

She whimpered at the image. Of the little ring being attached to a leash, the woman knowing that—

Suddenly, Patricia’s eyes flew open. She stared at the collar. The metal gleamed in the light of her bedroom. It seemed… a little thicker now. That couldn’t be true, and the emerald was just gleaming in the light, almost like it was glowing with an inner light…

And dangling under it was a ring. A ring for a leash…

Patricia started panting before she wrestled herself back under control. This had to be a joke. There was no way it had grown a ring that night, a dangling ring that would be just what… a man would want. A big man who wanted to leash his girl to remind her of her place. That when she’d stepped down from the platform, she wasn’t her own woman anymore, but she belonged to him.

Patricia closed her eyes and shuddered, imagining what it would be like to do that. To give up everything. To become a man’s pet…

Then her eyes flew open again. Oh God, I’m wet and I have to go to the meeting!

Patricia looked around for clothes she could wear. There was a pair of jeans that had been a little too loose, but now she was only barely able to wiggle up over her hips and full ass. Then she looked around. for some kind of top.

My bras will never fit! She realized. No way, not now, and if she tried, then the pressure and the friction would make her cum with every fucking step.

No. She needed something else. She walked into the closet, tossing clothes out.

They’d once seemed perfect, but now… Patricia held up a shirt to her chest and then tossed it away with disgust. Was I actually trying to repel men? She reached up and fingered the collar again. Shiny and attractive, this was the kind of jewelry that a man liked on a woman.

She licked her lips, then shook her head. There was a V-neck sweater. She pulled it on, pulling it down over her jugs.

Jugs. Hooters. Tits. Patricia giggled at the words and then shook her head. She’d have to be professional at this meeting. Because the others had to understand that wearing the jewelry would be part of the agreement. Part of the way to keep the college from going out of business.

And they’d also make any woman wearing them look fucking hot.

Patricia wiggled in delight, the soft fabric of the sweater rubbing on her tits. Her boobs were pressing it out, showing off the killer cleavage. Just what a woman needed. She twirled around, looking at herself in the mirror and giggled at the way her ass just filled out her tight pants.

It was time to go and talk to the other girls.

Wait. Girls? Patricia shrugged. It was as good a name as any.