The Golden Suitcase

          She was warned by her mother not to go near the golden suitcase. Her mother always spoke of "something of pure evil" and "an evil monster" that she kept trapped in the suitcase. When she was little, she believed it, but as a teenage girl looking back, she feels dumb for it. Mom couldn't possibly trap a monster in that thing, she thought. Determined to get into it, she waited until she was alone at home before she could force it open. When that happened, she made a beeline for the suitcase.

          The moment she unlocked the suitcase, she would finally learn what her mom had been hiding all these years. To her disappointment, all she saw was a pair of high heels. They appeared to be big enough to fit her feet.

         These are things of pure evil? She thought. They might be pure evil if they don't fit or something. What's so dangerous about a pair of pumps?

         Without a second thought, she tried them on. After a few minutes, nothing happened. Now, she was certain that her mother was making things up. Then, she started to walk around in the pumps.

         "I can't believe mom was so worried about these things. They're not so--Oof!"

         She was about to learn that she should have listened to her mother. She began to shiver uncontrollably. Something was definitely wrong. Could it have been connected to these heels? Was there something to everything her mom told her after all? Were these high heels cursed, bespelled, or something else? So many questions she suddenly had but was not able to answer.

         "Something's d-d-definitely w-wrong." She said to herself.

         Just as she spoke those words, her legs suddenly elongated, becoming abnormally long as her thighs thickened. It was sudden, but it was only the beginning of her transformation. Next was her hair, which she had in a bob. It quickly grew wild and unkempt while going from black to blonde in just seconds. Then, her small breasts ballooned, second by second, into the size of ripe melons.

         "W-what are these heels d-doing to--" She was unable to finish her question as her facial features began changing. Her skin became putty as her midsection gradually caved in on itself, leaving a pack of abs. What fat remained on her moved to her derriere. She neglected to realize that her voice had just started to change before being interrupted, sounding older and huskier. At last, just as sudden as it had started, the metamorphosis ended, and there was an older, bustier, curvier, blonde vixen standing where a teenager was moments ago.

         She moaned as euphoria quickly replaced the pain. Her hands subconsciously rush to her womanhood, seemingly the source of the euphoria. It was almost like she was having an orgasm.

         "Oh--Oh--Ohhh--Ohhhh, YEEEESSSS!"

         It was a wonderful experience, but she was not satisfied. She wanted to feel that way again...with a man inside her. The young girl had no idea what she had become. She didn't know that her mom was right about a monster in that golden suitcase, just not the one she had in mind. The monster was unleashed by whoever wore those purple pumps. Now, she was the monster, a busty, seductive, homewrecking monster.

Some time later...