Weather Girl
Added 2025-10-23 21:39:14 +0000 UTCI clicked over to the local news, ready to tune out. Another new weather girl. Ugh. This one, Hannah, was painfully plain—a drab beige blouse, nerdy glasses, and a dull grey skirt. "Good evening. Cold front approaching..." she droned, looking terrified. I sighed, my thumb hovering over the remote.
BZZT!
The screen flashed with static. When it cleared... whoa. The glasses were gone. The beige sack was now a tight, teal dress, showing off a nice new rack. "...which is, like, a total bummer!" she chirped, her voice suddenly bubbly.
My hand paused.
SKREEE! Another, louder glitch.
The screen cleared, and I damn near dropped the remote. Yes. The nervous girl was gone, replaced by a goddess. She was poured into a tiny hot-pink dress, her tits massive and perfectly round, her hips impossibly wide. Her hair was a high platinum ponytail. She turned, striking that perfect 3/4 pose, her new ass jutting out.
"...it's a super-hot weekend! Bye!" she squeaked, her voice totally empty. She blew me a slow, glossy kiss.
I leaned in. Now this was a weather report.
