AFTER HOURS 3

	When you snapped out of your previous transformation's hypnosis, you were shocked to find yourself in the middle of one of the faulty transformation belts that had been sent back to the lab for repair. In your hand was a screwdriver that had previously been wedged in the machine and appeared to be the last item you needed to clean up in the lab. Before you had a chance to realize how your body had once again changed through all the chemicals you had been exposed to while under hypnosis, the machine roared to life, trapping you inside. A large arm grabbed you by your shrunken waist, locking you squarely within its grasp. As a bright light flashed in your eyes, you felt a slight stinging sensation on your chest, like you had rubbed aloe vera on it after a sunburn. Then, plates closed in all over your body, and you felt like you were falling for ten seconds, like the feeling you get that makes you jolt up in bed, but longer. The air drained from your capsule, filling with a gas that knocked you out.
	While you were asleep, the machine began to really do its work. Strange goo filled your capsule, shaped like a small, voluptuous woman. It merged with your body, becoming natural fat and muscle and giving your body cartoonish proportions, matching your naturally-rapidly-growing pink hair. Lastly, you shrunk in stature again, going from 5'7 to 5'4.
	When you woke up, you could barely see anything, but you could tell things had gotten ridiculous. Moving was a chore, and you could feel the inertia of your breasts pulling your body further to the side than you intended every time you turned. Eventually, you stumbled into some glasses next to the machine and got a good look at yourself.
	Holy shit. You had become a horny virgin shut-in's wet dream. Your breasts were larger than your head- hell, your nipples were bigger than your fucking hands. It seems like you had the libido to match your appearance as well, judging from how sensitive you were.
	It wouldn't hurt to try just a little bit of fun... Right?