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Cora's High School Reunion, Page 3 + 4
🕑 Added 2025-11-01 05:37:46 +0000 UTCWith thanks to ABG for the artist and collaboration :) Images are you in Story Lovers folder.
Page 3
Cora slept with all the peace and serenity of an operating industrial sawmill. She barely roused when Lance made his usual departure to sleep on the couch, which conveniently offered him the privacy to masturbate to any of the influencers he had been checking out. If Cora woke, he would know it from the sudden decibel drop.
He finished quickly and surreptitiously, then drifted off into his own dreamless sleep. If he had stayed awake for another thirty minutes, he would have heard, or not heard, a very strange phenomenon indeed. Cora’s raucous snoring growing softer and softer.
And as tremendous of an event that was, her diminishing snoring was only the side effect of what was happening to his overweight, listless, feckless wife.
A warmth burned in the core of her body, the center of her flabby belly, as layers of fat disintegrated to nothing. Layers and layers of stretch marks reversed as her abs flattened, each pebbled muscle looking even more sculpted and finer than they had in her prime. Her flesh was remade, forged anew, looking better than either genetics or a lifetime of exercise could produce.
And beyond just her impressive sudden core strength, her waist cinched, sucking inward, giving Cora a devastatingly sexy hourglass shape. Her tapered midsection was so waifish, it looked out of place in juxtaposition to her heavy, sagging breasts and her chubby backside.
That was about to change.
Cora moaned as she dreamed a lovely dream, something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. People were admiring her, desiring her... and she reveled in it.
The warmth spread both up and down her body simultaneously, splitting its attention while not diminishing its effect in the slightest.
The excess fat similarly melted away from her upper body, leaving her arms looking long, strong, and supple, as if carved by a master sculptor. Her breasts, already large, regained some of their youthful perkiness—something a good bra would do wonders with, pushing up her twin moons, leaving a chocolate canyon of desire right in their erotic center. Her flabby neck disappeared as if Cora had simply taken off a prosthetic, revealing her beautiful sharply defined collarbones and long, elegant neck beneath.
Meanwhile, her lower body received the same loving treatment. The stretch marks on her cottage cheese thighs seemed to tighten on command, leaving only smooth, polished skin behind as if it had simply been pulled taut. And even though her velvet skin was now smooth and silken to the touch, her flabby thighs continued to shrink like play-doh, as if they were being molded. Instead of wide and unsightly, both of her legs lengthened and slimmed, leaving a mouth watering thigh gap between her now voluptuous and athletic legs.
Her butt had not been ignored, either. Each hemisphere tightened and lifted, giving her a beautiful spherical projection that just popped from her backside that would make any celebrity or influencer jealous. It wasn’t that it was large—and it was large—her ass was also perfectly shaped, strong and tight. It looked as if bullets would bounce right off of her lascivious flesh.
Her knees straightened out, magnifying the impressive lengthy appearance of her already lengthening legs. Her calves bulged with muscle, with no excess trace of fat. As if she’d been running long distance her whole life.
Her ankles were neat and cute, any imperfect ashy skin flaking away. And if her legs looked like the ideal cross between a runner’s and model’s legs, well, her feet showed no sign of the abuse that came with either profession. Small and dainty, her toes were perfectly spaced, even and cute, her toenails looking as if they had been given a master pedicure with a shiny gloss and a healthy pink sheen. Her arches were curved like Greek architecture, and the paler soles of her feet were smooth and fragrant.
And through it all, in her dreams, she could only admire her new body. But her face was the most strikingly, devilishly seductive part of her new irresistible package. Her face had been sculpted by invisible hands, her features refined and perfected. The wrinkles, the crows nests that had once told the story of her unremarkable life had disappeared, leaving only smooth, glossy skin. Her cheeks had lost their fullness, revealing high cheekbones that cast shadows in the dim light. Her nose had become a straight line, a bridge to her now thick, plump, inviting lips. And her eyes... there was something about her eyes. But she didn’t know what.
Cora’s chest heaved, rising and falling completely silently now as she finished her slumber.
Page 4
Cora awoke from her sleep, somehow feeling bright eyed and ready to go, unlike her usual groggy self. She checked the beside clock. It was 8:00 AM. Earlier than she woke up on a weekend... strange.
Lance was probably out for the day already. Cora instinctively rubbed the sleep from her eyes, still marveling at how alert her mind and how clear her vision was. Swinging her legs out from under the blanket to dangle off the side of the bed, she looked at those unfamiliar limbs for a few moments. Then screamed.
Those legs... they couldn’t be hers! She covered her mouth and hyperventilated into her hand, not realizing how different her arms and fingers looked and felt either. All she could focus on was her legs. Where was all of the flabby flesh that she was used to carrying around? The random marks of imperfection on her skin, the unsightly stretch marks that dotted her inner thighs and more... what happened?
Instead, what she was looking at was a pair of slim yet athletic legs, all while being run through a filter to perfect and airbrush the look of her chocolate skin. Cora swung her legs, rubbing her satin skin against the far coarser sheets. They felt real. Real, and incredible.
Swinging her legs, Cora caught a glimpse of her slim ankles and her cute feet and dainty toes. She wiggled her digits—this was absurd! No callouses, no imperfections, just smooth flawless skin and sexy nails, looking as if they’d just received a perfect pedicure. With a flex, Cora extended those long, foreign legs and leapt out of bed with the grace of a gazelle—something she hadn’t experienced since her high school years.
Her disused, full length mirror lay in the corner of the room, collecting dust behind piles of discarded clothing, used delivery boxes, and other dreck. Excitedly, Cora grabbed a hand towel and swiped it a few times through the running water, already noticing further changes: her pudgy hands now looked long, lean, and elegant, and her nails, just like her toes, seemed to have received the attention of Da Vinci himself. If he were a nail technician, anyway.
She couldn’t wait to see her new changes.
Squatting down and running the damp towel over the reflective glass, Cora could even feel the changes in her body before witnessing the hopefully youthful visage that would greet her. The way her arm moved so effortlessly, without the flapping flab of extra weight in her upper arm... she could hardly wait. It was like she was the star athlete of her youth once again!
And after a few damp wipes of the mirror, she wasn’t disappointed.
The extra, unsightly flesh on her face had melted away, the lines of her chin neat and tucked, her neck slender and graceful. She hadn’t even put on makeup, but her face radiated a healthy glow, her skin smooth and supple, shining as the morning sun danced over her sharpened, polished facial features.
Her lips involuntarily curled into a smile as she witnessed herself, and the sight of her perfect, gleaming teeth and the charm of her happy expression almost took her own breath away! A deep, warbling laugh emerged from her throat as she leaned in to examine herself critically. Hair? Sleek and shiny. And tangle free somehow, despite her having just woken up.
Her nose, button cute and charming. Cheeks, modelesque and elegant, somehow simultaneously youthful yet sophisticated. Her brown eyes seemed larger, brighter... maybe because she didn’t have red veins running through her sclera or dark bags underneath them. All of the unsightly wrinkles that had built up on the corners of her eyes and lips, replaced by smooth, sleek, satin skin. Even her breathing felt unlabored—Lance had long since stopped sleeping in the same room ever since she’d put on weight and started snoring.
Speaking of... Cora finally stepped back to take a look at the whole picture. She crossed her hands in front of her body and took off the raggedy top that she slept in. And then audibly gasped at the woman before her.
The first place she looked was her waist—thinner, narrower, and no more love handles. Cora nearly whooped with joy as she ran her newly more feminine hands down its sides, excited for a brief moment. But only a moment. Why couldn’t it be even more tapered, more cinched? If this was a dream (and she dearly hoped it wasn’t), then why was her imagination letting her down so damn badly?
Her breasts had become smaller as well, due to her overall (and dramatically needed) magical overnight weight loss. Cora couldn’t deny that they looked better as she cupped them with her large palms and long fingers. Nicely rounded, well shaped, perky, maybe even unbelievably so, like in her teen years. But why so small? Well, relatively small, anyway. Small, compared to what she could imagine. And honey, she thought to herself, I can imagine quite a bit. She needed them to overflow her hands, dammit! All while retaining that beautiful gravity defying perk. And not causing her any back pain. Was that so much to ask?
Tracing her hands down her admittedly nice and flat tummy to which she had no complaints, Cora’s skin tingled as her fingers moved past her hips (which she wished were wider, of course), and slid her boy shorts down her sleek, athletic thighs. They were long, lean, and just as awesome as she’d imagined when she first saw her legs when she woke up. Even her intimate folds seem to have been given a makeover: smooth, hairless, and an even, mouth-watering milk chocolate color all around.
She turned to check out her backside. “Meh,” she declared, looking at her athletic ass. It could definitely use more mass. Just like her breasts, Cora liked the shape. There just needed to be more. More curves, more spherical goodness, more exaggerated sexual allure.
Kicking off the gray pajamas that had pooled by her ankles, Cora went to her closet, quickly realizing that nothing of her current wardrobe would fit her anymore. She must have just shed, what, 40 pounds? More? But what was she going to do? Go outside naked? She had to put something on, even if it would make her look like a child dressed in adult clothing.
Grabbing an old sleeveless top, something she hadn’t worn in a long time, Cora slid it over her head. To her surprise, the yellow tank seemed to fit over her body like a second skin. She put on her glasses just to be sure she was seeing clearly. Left and right she twisted, marveling at her sculpted arms, pinching the tight cotton fabric adhering to her tummy and gave it a tug. Her shirt looked as if it had a mind of its own, actively wanting to conform to the contours of her body. As soon as she stopped pinching and pulling it away, her top clung back to her like a second skin.
Cora snatched a pair of shorts next. She made sure to measure it against herself by placing it in front of her lower body. Sure enough, the waist band was much larger, the pant legs roomy with tons of give. By all rights, Cora didn’t think she could even wear it without it slipping off. But raising one leg after the other (and noticing her shockingly good balance), she slipped it on, pulled it up, and it seemed to suck inward as she slid it on, like a plastic bag being vacuum sealed.
Standing there in her navy blue shorts and yellow tank with her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, Cora spent a good fifteen minutes admiring every marvelous inch of her body. She tried putting on a burly, shapeless jacket. It too, sucked into her body to fit perfectly. When she took it off, it returned to its shapeless form.
Cora stood there and pondered the ugly garment. It was nice that it looked nice on her... but she wanted to feel sexy too. And her current wardrobe did not feel sexy.
It was time to go shopping.
