Angela was lying on her bed reading a book when suddenly, a cold wind burst open her window. Her long drapes whipped around the room and her bedroom door slammed shut. Startled, Angela screamed and jumped to her feet. Papers and pictures flew off her desk and spiraled into the air. Her hair covered her eyes and her night gown stretched against her body as she ran to the window to close it.
As much as she tried to force the window, it would not budge. She was simply too weak and the wind too strong. Loosing her balance, Angela found herself being blown over. She fell to the ground and landed in a pile of dirty bras, panties, and skirts. Just as she was about to give up and flee the room, the wind died down, and the drapes fell lifeless to the ground.
Everything was quiet.
Angela sat up. She knew something was wrong. She brushed the hair from her eyes. Instantly she saw a male figure in the room. She tried to scream but found she could not.
Light filled the room, and she now saw the face of her intruder. It was Jon.
"Hello there Angela."
"Jon!?"
"Yes."
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of my room!!"
"No."
"No? NO?! Jon, if you don't leave IMMEDIATELY, I'll call the cops."
"I don't think you'll be doing that Angela."
"Oh yeah?"
Angela grabbed her phone and began to dial 911. Just as she reached for the second number, her index finger paused in mid-air.
"What? What... is... happening?"
"Just watch Angela. You'll see."
Suddenly Angela felt warmth spread through her body. She found herself growing incredibly aroused. A hunger was growing deep inside her and a lonely emptiness was building between her legs. Quickly, she closed her legs and squeezed her thighs together in a desperate attempt to stop the strange feelings that were coursing through her.
It was then that she looked down at her body and found that she was clothed in only her bra and panties. Her night gown had disappeared.
Angela threw the phone down and grabbed a nearby sweater and held it in front of her chest. However, as soon as she covered herself up, she felt her breasts begin to swell. With every breath that she took, they swelled a cup size, until they were a full Double D. In a panic, Angela reached for her phone again, but suddenly found that where the phone used to be, was now a large dildo.
"Jon! Tell me what's going on!!"
Frightened, Angela looked around her room and saw that it was now completely different. She was in a large, red room, covered in velvet and gaudy mirrors.
Jon began to laugh.
"Do you know where you are Angela?"
"What?"
"You're in your new home."
"I don't understand. How are you doing this?!!"
"I'm in control of everything now."
"This is fucked up. I'm leaving."
Angela jumped to her feet and attempted to run for the door, but found herself running over to the giant, circular bed that sat in the middle of the room. With all her might she tried to steer herself to the door but instead jumped onto the bed.
"My, my Angela. You're enthusiastic."
"How the hell are you controlling me like this. This can't be real."
"Oh it is real. This is all veerrryy real. I am going to create a new life for you Angela. To start things off, you're now more voluptuous than ever before. You're also older, 21 to be exact. You're no longer a college bound teen, but instead, a Red Light District whore, ready to serve every customer with unbridled fervor. And Angela... it's about to get even better."
