When her friend Andrea gave Julie the ruby-colored choker, she said it was supposed to give you 'energy', whatever kind of new age hippy-dippy snake oil that meant, and help with complexion somehow. It wasn't the typical kind of thing Julie would wear, but it did look cute, expensive even, so she put it on. It was almost certainly placebo, but Julie did feel a tingling sensation as she clasped it around her neck.
Julie was skeptical the jewelry had anything to do with it, but her energy did change in a way since she started wearing it: she was horny all the time. She found herself getting wet for seemingly no reason, gushing even; coming home from work and immediately dragging her husband to the bedroom. The sex between them became more intense, more frequent. It was like a switch had flipped inside her head, letting her feel open to trying out his requests, new positions, doing it in every room of their apartment. He just had to suggest it, sometimes with barely a word, and she would do it.
She wondered if there might be something to this Ruby after all. Her skin certainly seemed to be responding to whatever it was doing. Ache that had plagued her for years cleared up, blemishes faded away like magic. But the changes hardly stopped there.
Her breasts became more sensitive, sort of pleasantly tingling inside of her shirt, hard nipples begging for attention apropos of nothing. Feeling herself up more than ever, she noticed they were swollen, and then undeniably larger as her bras became too tight. She outgrew cup sizes in spurts like some kind of second puberty, an unbelievable bust of ever expanding cleavage filling out and spilling over her tops.
Beyond just her chest, Julie could hardly believe what greeted her in the mirror each morning, savoring the sight as her plump apple behind expanded into a huge jiggling ass too full to stuff into jeans. Her hips became flared out as her waist shrank, forming an absurd hourglass of irresistible, delicious curves that only became more attractive by the day. Rich, crimson lipstick highlighted perfectly full, scandalous smiles. Heavy makeup matched high heels and hair that grew as fast as her bustline to knee length, the top styled up like a classic bombshell.
All these changes to her body rang alarm bells inside Julie, but her mind was clouded, every thought revolving around sex. Even when she could think straight, her mouth betrayed her. Over a luncheon with Andrea where she meant to vent her concerns, about how her tits would soon be larger than her head, Julie spent an hour talking instead about how much she loved sucking cock, in complete earnestness.