The second Lara touched the accent Aztec idol, a wave of pink energy washed over her. She stood there as her shorts melted away and her green top grew tighter.
Lara’s clothes were not the only chance, unnoticed by the startled young aristocrat. Her once razor sharp interlect and mind were quickly being eroded away.
By the time the pink energy had faded away, Lara was transformed. Her clothes now a skin tight latex leotard, her breasts had also increased and were barely contained under the latex. “The uniform controls me” said Lara with a mindless giggle.
