Laura paused for a moment, eyeing herself and her clothing. She loved her new body, she couldn't deny that, but at this point her clothes had gotten a little too tight to be comfortable.
"Pajama top," she muttered to herself. "That'll be big enough to handle me." She had 'borrowed' one of Greg's shirts a few years ago to wear to bed. Even with her new size, it would be more than big enough for her. Smiling to herself as she felt the fabric of her shirt constricting her, she walked over to her closet and opened it. As she did, her jaw dropped.
Her tops had all changed; originally, she had a collection of plain t-shirts that did little to flatter what figure she had. Now, mixed with the plain tees were a collection of tank tops, halter tops, and a plethora of more revealing clothing; Laura's heart skipped a beat as she noticed that most of them had been clearly selected to accommodate her newfound endowments.
"Wait," she said to nobody in particular. "But why is my shirt so tigh--"
Laura felt a twinge in her head as new memories rushed into her mind. That shirt was a hand-me-down from Vanessa, from before she hit puberty. It had fit Laura for most of her life, until her growth spurt after turning 18. It didn't fit anymore, but she sometimes wore it when nobody else was around; feeling her huge breasts straining against its confines never failed to turn her on.
She looked down at her phone. It hadn't just changed her body. It had changed reality itself.
"Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together," she whispered to it.
With that, she thumbed through the app and decided--
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