You didn't always have a crush on Samantha Blake - or "Sam" as you sometimes called her. Truth be told, she used to be one of your closest friends. You met back when she was dating some creep named Josh. He wasn't all that interested in the relationship and dumped her out of nowhere. You found her crying behind the bleachers after gym and offered to console her. Not that you were after anything out of that exchange; but you helped bolster her confidence back up.
From that moment on, you guys were good friends; hanging out together after school; sharing your daily experiences; airing your grievances to each other, as you dealt with crazy family members, and mean people. Yeah...things looked like they were going well...But...there was one problem that you knew was going to ruin your friendship.
After you got to know Sam as a person...you began to fall for her.
Her personality was just what you'd always wanted in a woman. She talked about getting married and having kids; she was the first girl you'd ever actually consider doing that with; giving up all your previous disregard for marriage and children, just to be with her, and father her children. There was only one slight flaw that kept you from proceeding...
She wasn't exactly the best looker...Granted, you yourself were no prize, but even you had to admit you were shallow. Your personal preferences were a bit too high...maybe 7 to 8 in terms of prettiness. Sam was a solid 6...She had a bit of a hormonal problem, which caused her to gain and retain weight; despite being on several diet treatments. She had a bit of a round face, with made her eyes seem small by comparison. Her glasses gave off a nerdish vibe. Her breasts were practically A-cup. On the whole, you'd say she was more or less...plain.
But you didn't want plain. You wanted the personality to love but a smoking body to fuck. But now you had a computer that allowed you to change her whatever way you wanted. And you were intending to do as you please. You went to the command bar and typed in, "Hour-Glass Figure."
Suddenly another smaller window popped up that read, "Specifics." There were three additional bars here for "Bust", "Hips" and "Waist." You immediately knew what to type here. You wanted Sam to have C-Cup breasts, a tiny waist and a very nice booty. So you typed in "36''," "24'', and "38''," in the respective bars. You pressed Enter.
There was a small digital silhouette that represented Sam's body; it went from its plain and featureless original form into the desired version that you'd just typed in. You felt yourself growing hard watching it expand, and knowing that it HAD to have had the same effects on Sam at this very moment. She was probably freaking out because of it. You weren't worried though, you were certain she'd grow to love it; probably disregard it as some kind of "growth-spurt". But what you were worried about was that she didn't have any clothes that would fit her new measurements.
You typed in, "Wardrobe" into the command bar. Filled with cover-all clothes, like sweaters, turtlenecks, long sleeves. You had to do something about that; over the next few minutes you converted all of her clothing to form-fitting dresses, mid-rift exposing tank-tops, short jean-shorts, g-strings and bras that were intentionally a size too small. And you replaced her entire shoe supply with heels.
In all this excitement, you almost forgot about her face. You decided to fix her eye-sight, so she wouldn't need glasses anymore. You narrowed her face, giving her cheek-bones and a cute chin. And you made her pretty green eyes just slightly bigger. You gave her fuller-lips. You removed any hint or trace of acne. She was looking perfect; you couldn't wait to see what kind of make-up she'd wear...not that she'd need it; but there was always room for enhancements.
You couldn't wait to see her.
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The next days couldn't come fast enough. You felt unbelievably confident and not just from your enormous penis; but more from the fact that you knew you had complete control over the people around you, should you choose. (Though you had to admit, strapping your new dick to your thigh was a bit uncomfortable, but it was the only way it would fit in your pants.)
You heard lots of people around you making a commotion as they looked down the hallway; some were dropping their jaws. You turned their direction...and then you saw her. Sam came walking down the hallway wearing a pair of high-heeled boots, small shorts, and a revealing top that you had added to her wardrobe. She was smiling; parting her red painted lips revealing her perfectly straight, white teeth - a detail you added before the night was done. She wore beautiful eye shadow and mascara that made the green of her eyes even more noticeable. You felt your dick begin to harden. The likes of which in this situation could've been embarrassing. You tried to fight it...But you couldn't deny; Sam was perfect now...
Too bad she wasn't your Sam...yet. You only revealed a small fraction of your relationship with Sam; there were several details that mucked everything up. But you didn't have to worry; this was only the first step in your three part plan, to make Sam into your perfect woman.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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