That night, Maria sat in her room, her excitement mounting as she prepared for her next heist. Stealing from Kathy had been a rush, but the idea of taking from Sofia—someone with such striking features—was even more exhilarating. Maria knew she had to be careful; Sofia seemed sharp, and any misstep could spell trouble.
Dressed in her usual stealth outfit—black pants and a black top—Maria checked her small satchel for the essentials: gloves, a flashlight, and a mask to conceal her identity if necessary. She memorized Sofia’s address from their earlier conversation and mapped out her route. It was close enough to walk, but far enough that she needed to be cautious about being spotted.
At exactly 11:30 PM, Maria slipped out of her house and into the cool night. The streets were quiet, with only the faint hum of distant traffic breaking the silence. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nerves as she approached Sofia’s home. It was a charming single-story house with a neat garden out front and soft light spilling out from one of the windows.
Maria crept around the side of the house, careful to avoid stepping on anything that might make noise. She found a window slightly ajar, leading into what looked like the living room. With a practiced hand, she slid it open further and climbed inside, landing softly on the carpet.
The house was silent, save for the faint sound of a television playing in one of the back rooms. Maria moved cautiously, her footsteps barely audible as she made her way toward Sofia’s bedroom. She hoped Sofia was already asleep—it would make everything so much easier.
Reaching the closed bedroom door, Maria paused, listening for any movement inside. Hearing nothing, she slowly turned the knob and eased the door open. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the curtains, and there, lying on a large, plush bed, was Sofia. She was asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with her breaths. She wore a silky camisole that did little to hide her impressive figure.
Maria’s breath caught in her throat as she took in Sofia’s beauty. It was almost a shame, she thought, that someone like Sofia would soon lose what made her stand out. But Maria didn’t let sentimentality distract her. She had a job to do.
Stepping closer, Maria closed her eyes and focused. She imagined Sofia’s voluptuous figure shrinking, her assets transferring to Maria herself. Almost immediately, Maria felt the familiar tingling sensation in her own body as it began to change. Her hips widened further, her chest swelled, and her already perfect proportions became even more exaggerated. She glanced at Sofia, whose curves were noticeably diminishing as the transfer continued.
After several minutes, Maria opened her eyes fully and inspected herself in the mirror on the wall. She looked nothing short of divine. Her figure was now impossibly voluptuous, her confidence soaring higher than ever. Turning her gaze back to Sofia, she saw that the woman now looked plain, her once-impressive assets reduced to nearly nothing.
Before leaving she needed some new clothes. She took some yoga pants from Sofia. And also her aqua blue bikini set. Because she liked how it looked. She also stole her baggy hoodie. Because she couldn't walk naked on the street. Also a bra, whick looks way bigger then Sofia needed. And fitted Maria good enough for now.
Feeling both exhilarated and unstoppable, Maria quietly exited Sofia’s room, retracing her steps out of the house. She closed the window behind her and disappeared into the night, her heart pounding with triumph.
As she walked home, Maria couldn’t help but smile to herself. The world was full of people like Kathy and Sofia—people who had more than they deserved. And Maria? She had the power to take it all.