Rita Smith was born to a very religious family and one could tell simply by looking at her. She wore mostly black, long dresses that hide just about every curve she possessed. Her hair was always up in a bun and she make-up was a mere light touch. Rita was such a good girl that a swear word never passed through her lips. If she heard someone swear she would give them a nasty look, but say nothing. She wasn't the type to push her beliefs on others, she simply wanted them to respect hers.
At this moment, all she could do was pray. Her head was bowed, trying to ignore the changes around her as she clasped her hands and whispered to herself, begging for protection. As she whispered, she suddenly heard a clicking sound. Something was in her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she felt it. There was a stud in it. And Rita did NOT have a pierced tongue. "Oh no!" she whimpered. Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at her hands. Her fingernails turned black and shiny, enlongating slightly. The sleeves of her shirt began to disintergrate at certain parts, leaving cloth around her left wrist. It transformed into a studded leather bracelet.
Tingles began to hit her on parts of her body. Earlobes, eyebrows, nose, lips, nipples, belly button, even her vaginal area. Metal piercings formed in each space as her clothing continued to alter. Her top became a ripped up black t-shirt with a fishnet overshirt. Her chest expanded, but didn't have to go all that far to reach a large size. No one outside of gym class was aware of it, but Rita had one of the largest busts in the school at an impressive 38DD. The stud in her belly button was now plainly visible. Her long dress shortened, going from soft silky fabric to touch leather and not even reaching her knees. Her shoes stretched up her long legs that were rapidly paling along with the rest of her skin, turning into thick boots with zippers along the side just to hold them on her.
During this whole time, Rita was focusing on her teachings, hoping that, if she could not protect her mind, she could retain her mindset. "And God said...God...said... she thought, trailing off. Her eyes widened, showing the dark make-up around them as her plump pierced lips hung open in shock as she realized she didn't remember the rest of the passage. That was impossible since she had memorized them all. "Come, I know this. Fuck, I know I know this!" she hissed, not even realizing she had just said the mother of all swear words.
"Shit," she muttered. "Fuck it." Being surrounded by all this sex wasn't helping. She slipped her hand under her skirt and pressed her fingers against her thong panties, rubbing her pierced clit roughly. Lifting her legs up and propping them onto her desk, she lifted her torn up shirt, letting her firm F-cup tits free and tugging her nipples with her other hand. Looking around, she paused to brush some of her red streaked hair from her face, scanning for someone who could relieve her needs faster then her fingers alone could. She grinned as her eyes fell on...
Fri Jun 12 15:24:30 2009
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