Katie was about to slap the canister out of Greg's hand, but she was too slow. Before she knew it, she had been once again sprayed with the SLUTTY canister.
As she coughed, horror filled her. She knew what was coming. She'd become even sluttier than she was before. She tried to fight it, but as she felt her clothes change shape, it became perfectly clear to her that she'd probably never again be the same Katie Shepard that everyone knew. And she had a feeling that she'd never want to be that Katie Shepard ever again either.
Her blouse completely changed this time, both in shape and material, and soon she was wearing a tight camisole top, which did a very good job showing off her cleavage and accentuating the shape of her breasts. Her skirt's hemline was even higher now, at about mid-thigh. It was now clearly a miniskirt. She had never shown off so much leg in her life. Her shoes also changed, going from the already-altered 4-inch heels to 5-inch stiletto heels.
If the clothes she wore moments earlier made her feel sexy, then these clothes made her feel almost promiscuous. She reached up and touched her head. She wondered what her face looked like. She imagined that it was layered with make-up, adding to the overall slutty look. When she touched her head, she felt something weighing her ears down a bit. She reached towards one of them and felt a hoop earring hanging down. It must have been at least an inch and a half in diameter. She didn't wear hoop earrings.
"Wow, you look a whole lot better now, baby," Greg said, nearly leering at her.
She turned and looked at him. She momentarily felt like slapping him across the face for a comment like that, but then the feeling to hit him was gone. She realized that he was right. She did look a lot better now. And she felt a whole lot better now too. She felt so trapped by moralities before. Now she was free from all that. She could do whatever she wanted. Be as loose as she wanted and none of it mattered. She leered at Greg, as she thought about how big his cock was and how fast he could stick it inside her. Greg noticed her change in attitude and increased his own leer.
And then Katie snapped herself back to reality again. She turned away, wobbling for a moment on her new 5-inch heels. "No! I ... I ..."
"Look at me," Greg said. "Look!"
She hesitantly turned and looked at him. Man, he was sexy. Why hadn't she ever noticed that before? He was the type of guy she'd jump in a second. Wait a minute, she thought. I was never interested this much in sex before. I'm a happily-married woman. I have a daughter. I don't want to jeopardize that by screwing some guy. I ... I ... It was getting harder to resist these new feelings. She was losing herself and she was starting to not care.
"What do you want more than anything?" Greg asked her.
Katie hesitated for a moment. She was about to say "To get the hell away from you," but it sounded wrong. Greg was a guy and exactly her type. Why would she want to get away from him? Sure, he was kind of a jerk, but she had a feeling that he had a huge cock and that's the only thing that mattered about a man anyway, right?
So she smiled and gave him his answer. "I so want to suck you off right now." The moment she completed her answer, she was appalled. She couldn't believe that she actually said that. Was that what she really wanted? She abhorred oral sex and never ever did it herself. Just the thought made her want to get sick. But now, the more she thought about it, the more it was sounding like the right answer, not the wrong answer. She was losing herself again. It was so hard to hang on. She didn't want to be a slut. She didn't want it. She wanted to be normal again. She wanted ... wanted ...
"Then get over here and do it," Greg ordered, still leering at her.
"Sure, honey," she purred, walking around his desk and kneeling on the floor. She stared at his pants in anticipation. At the back of her mind, she knew that there was something wrong with doing this, but it was hard to remember why.
