This choice: She modifies somebody else • Go Back...Chapter #3She modifies somebody else by: RoyalJelly   Lucy tried to prevent herself from dancing in glee. She could have everything that she ever wanted. She could have everyone she ever wanted. Without thinking, she pressed the record button and said,
"Angie's here, she's a lesbian, she's head-over-heels in love with me, she knows about the Dictaphone, but not about this wish. And...er...she's turned on by the idea of me using it on her!" As Lucy released the record button, she felt a twinge of regret. Angie was her friend. Lucy knew she shouldn't manipulate anybody's mind, least of all that of her best friend. She raised pressed the record button again, intending to change Angie back, when she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind.
"Oooh, what are you going to do with that?" asked Angie, "I hope it's going to be something fun! I've always wanted to be a bit taller. Or maybe you could give me a nice hourglass figure. Or..." she sighed and brushed her lips along Lucy's neck, sending shockwaves down the goth girl's spine, "you could do whatever you want to me." Lucy closed her eyes. Fuck being ethical. This was the chance of a lifetime, and like hell was she going to let it slip by her. Angie let go and Lucy turned around, smiling. Angie was wearing a set of plaid pajamas, with a deep-cut V-neck that showed off her nonexistent cleavage. Lucy's smile widened a she turned the dictaphone on.
"Angie has a nice rack and an ass that won't quit," she said, giggling. Angie grinned and laughed along with Lucy. Angie's breasts began to curve forward, her erect nipples leading the charge against the rapidly-retreating forces of her pajama top. Angie suppressed a moan of arousal as the fabric strained under the force of her growing. The hem of Angie's pajama top began to creep upwards, revealing her flat stomach. Lucy took a glance at Angie's face; her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a state of joyous arousal. She returned her gaze to Angie's now-respectable breasts and cupped them in her hands. They were already more than a handful, and their growth, while slowing, was still continuing. Angie let out a shuddering sigh as she felt her titflesh growing into Lucy's hands, each breast's bulk nearing the size of a canteloupe. Her breasts stopped growing, and she returned her gaze to Lucy, her lips curled into a seductive grin. She opened her mouth to speak, but Lucy raised a hand to silence her. "Ass first. Talk later."
Angie and Lucy quickly advanced to the side of the room, where Lucy wished a wide full-length mirror into being. Angie turned around and gazed upon her growing ass. Lucy positioned herself to optimize her viewing experience. Angie's ass was arcing away from her body, and her hips were widening, giving her body a traditionally feminine look. She grabbed her butt and squeezed it, grinning in joy. Her growing ass strained against her pajama bottoms, forcing the soft fabric into her crotch. Angie bolted upright in shock and pleasure, and began to moan. She moved one of her hands towards her groin and began grinding it against her vulva. Lucy slowly strode around towards Angie's back, wrapped her arms around her, and ground herself against the once-mousy girl's growing ass while forcibly squeezing her tits. Angie's ass slowly pushed Lucy back, and she gyrated her hips, squishing her prodigious posterior into the goth girl's rapidly-dampening crotch.
"How are you liking this, Angie? I can make you into whatever I want. What do you think about that?" Angie threw herself backward, shoving Lucy into the mirror. Her grinding against Lucy's crotch reached a fever pitch, and she whirled around. Lucy could see a small sliver of ripping fabric and jiggling ass arching behind Angie's back, and wondered how far the expansion would continue.
"I love it!" she yelled, and kissed Lucy, practically shoving her tongue down the unsuspecting (but appreciative) girl's throat."I want more, Lucy! I want you to make me into whatever you want! I want to be huge! I want to be in constant pleasure, and I want to constantly pleasure you! I...oh god!" Her stroking reached a fever pitch and she fell backwards onto her ass, which at this point was large enough to serve as a small bean-bag chair. Lucy grinned and surveyed the scene. What would she do?
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