<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/pbs4y4yo1/Monk_Shdw.jpg)</div>Hibiki drifted slowly into wakefulness. The light was dim, and she wasn't in her own room... She blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of things, then bolted upright. The plane! She had been on the plane, crammed between those two gigantic men, and then there had been turbulence, and she hit her head... And why was she naked?! Hibiki clutched the thin sheet that had been covering her to her chest.<br/><br/>Her much<em>larger </em>chest... She dropped the sheet, staring down at herself, trying to see in the poor light. She'd spent her teen years hoping for a second growth spurt, but it had never come. By the time she graduated, Hibiki had accepted that 'slim and girlish' was the best she'd ever get, and had resolved to stop being jealous of her mother's curves...<br/><br/>She poked at one of her boobs, gasping in surprise at how sensitive it was... But that only drew her attention to how odd her face felt. She had face-planted into the seat on the plane. Maybe it was swollen? She started feeling around for bruises and cuts... Nothing hurt... In fact her skin felt smoother than she remembered... Her lips were<em>huge</em>though! What the hell was going on?!?<br/><br/>Hibiki puckered and pinched at her lips, but they didn't feel sore or like they were swollen from some kind of injury... they were just<em>big</em>. She turned her attention back to her chest, shivering as she ran her hands over her breasts. They were definitely hers... It didn't even feel like implants. Not that she really knew what that would feel like, but she imagined she would be able to tell. And were her nipples bigger? She gently pinched them between her fingers, gasping again as they hardened almost instantly. Definitely bigger.<em>Much</em>bigger.<br/><br/>Hibiki stood, breathing more quickly. She was starting to freak out a little bit. She ran her hands down her sides and over her hips, whimpering slightly as her suspicions were confirmed. She'd always been slim, so no changes there, but her hips flared out much wider than she remembered, and her ass had gone from just shy of bony to what felt like two huge, firm half-globes that wouldn't be out of place in a rap video...<br/><br/>She gulped nervously, and moved her hands towards her crotch, terrified of what she might find... Then sighed in relief. Her pubes were gone, as was seemingly all of her body hair now that she thought about it, but other than that her vagina seemed pretty normal. She squeaked in surprise when her finger brushed against her clit. Well, mostly normal. That was definitely more intense than she remembered...<br/><br/>Hibiki paced around the small room, shaking her hands and breathing quickly through her nose as her mind spun in panicky circles. What happened? Where was she? Why was she naked, and why were her tits and lips and, and, all of it? Also,<em>how</em>? But more importantly why? Was she picked up by some people after the plane crashed? Then why wasn't she in the hospital, and why was she so... so<em>sexy</em>.<br/><br/>The thought pulled her out of her panic. She was, wasn't she. She couldn't be sure till she found a mirror, but it seemed like a pretty fair assumption at this point. Her body had changed, but it wasn't some kind of random mutation or mutilation. Everything that was different seemed to be different in a way that was<em>sexier</em>than before. Not just prettier. Definitely sexier. She worried her lip. It's not like she hadn't imagined, even fantasized about being super hot back in high-school. But never as more of a passing fancy. Thinking about it from a slightly calmer perspective, it maybe wasn't even a bad thing...<br/><br/>But<em>why</em>? The most pressing issue crashed through her temporary calm and sent her right back down into panic. She started pacing again. This wasn't a hospital, at least not in the US. Was the plane hijacked or something? But why would terrorists make her all sexy? For their own... she went pale...<em>'use'</em>. Or to sell her into some kind of slavery? But... but how could they have done this to her? Hibiki felt up her tits again, shivering with involuntary delight as she searched for surgical scars.<br/><br/>It seemed unlikely that some weird terrorists or something would have access to a good enough surgeon to do all this without leaving any scars at all. And if it was surgery, how long had she been out? Months? She felt awake and alert. She wasn't sore or cramped... She felt great in fact. Not what she would have expected from waking up from a months long medically induced coma.<br/><br/>What could possibly be going on?!? She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Noting ruefully that it seemed especially silky and smooth. Had she been abducted by aliens? She suddenly remembered the purple light. Did... did that really happen? Had she been abducted by aliens who used their technology to make her super sexy? And if they did...<em>why</em>? Was it like the old pulp sci-fi stories where they needed earth women to... to breed or something?<br/><br/>Hibiki shook her head violently. This was all pointless! She needed to stay focused on the immediate situation. She could try to figure all this out later. She glanced around the room, noting the blankets, the wooden door, and the pile of clothes...<br/><br/>Clothes! Maybe she hadn't been giving her rescuers/captors/hosts enough credit on the whole 'turned her into a sex-bomb' thing... Or maybe not. Her heart sank as she picked up the first article of 'clothing'. Hibiki's first impression of it was that someone had been making a long sleeved shirt out of silk and soft leather, then gotten bored half-way through. There were sleeves, with gloves even... and shoulders, and a back... and then the rest of it seemed to just be a loose tangle of ribbons. There was another shirt... or more accurately 'top' that seemed to go with it. It did look like it would cover her boobs, but the material was so sheer and thin that she wasn't sure it counted. The outfit was completed by a pair of stockings? No, boots.<em>Thigh</em>boots... And were those heels? They were! What the hell?!<br/><br/>Hibki sighed. "It's better than being naked... I guess." She mumbled to herself.<em>God</em>, did her voice sound different? A little huskier maybe? She rolled her eyes and began trying to sort out exactly how to put on this confusing pile of cloth and leather...<br/><br/>To her mild alarm, it didn't take long at all. As soon as she started looking at it from the perspective of actually wearing them, the clothes seemed to just make sense. The sheer top went on first, then the other top went on kind of like a jacket, and the ribbons obviously wrapped around her hips and between her legs<em>just so</em>... And it all fit<em>amazingly </em>well, and covered the important parts without really hiding them at all. "Well, that was easy..." She laughed nervously to herself, trying not to think of the possible implications.<br/><br/>"Time to see what's outside..." Her voice was definitely sexier than before. Or maybe she was just talking sexier because she knew she was sexier? Not worth thinking about right now. Hibiki stepped over to the door, careful in the heeled boots, and tried cracking it open and taking a peek outside.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Long post is long xD</div></div>