This choice: She lifts your chin, "You'll become comfortable with time." • Go Back...Chapter #5"You'll become comfortable with time." by: Mr. George   There's a timidity to your shy nod, as if her words are a command rather than a hope. Cupping your chin, she turns your head this way and that, admiring your face from different angles.
"You left off one improvement." She said. Your blood runs cold, as she goes to change you further. The fear grips you freezing you in place.
"You lack the curves that make a woman stand out."
Snatching your hands to protect and hide your bust, Melinda merely smiles. Tapping the controls, you see her adjust something. You want to command her to stop, or at least ask her what she's doing. At the same time, you don't want to distract her, or worse get her angry.
Swallowing a whimper, you keep quiet, afraid objections might serve to give her inspiration. She looks over to you, as you cower there. Fixing you before she gives the screen a final tap. Your hips widen, and you feel your balance shift. She's given you a fuller ass!
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As your hands roam, the supple surface of your leggings, your eyes are wide in horror. It already felt too wide, the sad loss of your male ass still painful. Losing a flat unwomanly one, for a fuller one. Mel sees your conflicted expression, and her smile widens. Comprehension too clear on her features.
"It's only proper to think it's too big...." She assures you, before returning her attention to the Master PC. Your mouth silently opens and closes as questions spring to mind, objections, fear each dying silently before they can be spoken, until it's too late.
She fixes you with that same, familiar damning gaze. Tapping the screen, your full ass swell even larger.
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"Bigger is better." Melinda observes. Your head drops, unable to meet her gaze. This was always your encouragement for her to get a little surgical assistance. Well, half of it, "and..." she prompts. Her tone demanding you repeat the last words.
You hear the icy fury extend, the tension building before you grumble out the final words.
"but, biggest is best..." You flinch as you utter them. Knowing, Dreading what's coming next. You hear the click of the keyboard, before hearing the crack coming from your hips. They surge far wider than any human hips have ever been.
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Surging to your feet, you head over. The new pelvis forcing you to adopt a hip-swaying sashay. The movement the only way you can now walk. Even if you slow down, it only takes on a more deliberate, teasing strut.
Mel nods her approval, "I can see why you wanted that..." she purred her delight. Either for your enforced gait, or humiliated expression.
She seems to luxuriate in the power the Master PC gives her.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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