You sign up to eat a new type of apple. It tastes REALLY good. Luckily you keep some seeds. But you don't feel anything. Until you get home.

You feel really horny. Like, unhealthily horny. You want to ride your boyfriend like a horse. You decide to do some foreplay, put on a show for him. You're clothes as you drive home start feeling tight. You walk in the door, and without saying a word drag your boyfriend to the bedroom and throw him on the bed. You walk in the closet to put on something sexy. You don't remember owning this much lingerie or this school girl outfit, but it will do. It fits you perfect to. Brings out every curve. Pushes and flattens everything perfect. Like it was made for you. You start putting on a show for him, excersizing an extreme amount of self control not to take out every new perverted desire of yours on him right now.

As you dance for him, you start feeling something new. You start trying to show off your breasts. They were modest, you always prefered your tight and small but round ass, but your boyfriend still liked your boobs never the less. You feel them grow, there flesh growing as you go to take off your top, your start slowly ripping through. Like second nature. It feels amazing and warm, as your flesh and adipose fill your skin, billions of new nerve endings are created, and you feel every single one sending you into a mild orgasm right on cue as the final button pops off your shirt and your bra falls.

As you orgasm you feel your cheeks lift, lips inflate, tounge dramatically lengthen chin narrow, and eyes grow as his attention moves to you're face. You feel your hair grow as it turns a magnificently impossible red along with your eyes. As you stand to take off your tattered clothes, your waist shrinks, and higly visible abs develop while your hips dramatically flair out and your legs grow an entire six inches.

You decide now is the coup de grace, he's always been an ass man. You start to grind on his erect cock, and right on cue, you feel it. A pulsing warmth as your ass grows and ripples, you hear it tear through your skirt, turning into the wet dream of plastic surgeon everywhere.

You stand there, with your new impossible 40-25-50 figure. You get the feeling that you have dome new power, as your skin deepens to a soft purple and horns errupt from your forehead. You think he'd make a fine succubus too as black milk trickles from your nipple...

My limits are gore, skat, and piss