Your curious nature means you want to see how big she can get. The cup sizes climb in a boring pattern. C, D, E, F, G, H....
There's an occasional DD, or HH thrown in to confuse you. However, you find the actual results more difficult to picture. You didn't think she'd fancy being so busty. Susan has at times, muttered about 'the girls', but frankly you like her athletic side. It's part of her charm, she's svelte and full of energy. You're also fairly sure, she's noticed every time you've been ogling her when you were both out for a jog.
After all, a B-cup is more than enough to draw your eye.
A figurative devil appears on your shoulder. You've got the remote. Give it a try. Where's the harm? If she objects you can change her back.
The scientist part of you just wants to run the experiment, to push for, and find the limits of the remote control.
As a question occurs, you see the answer on the remote. A simple switch, you flick between Aware/Unaware.
Firmly, you select Unaware.
Her eyes see the remote in your hands, "Is that a multi-remote?"
"Yeah... sure." you don't want to lie. But caught unexpectedly, the words just slipped out.
"Hmmmh... That'll be handy for you. I've got that as an App."
The temptation is too great, while she's in the room. You don't look at the options selected, you just point and hit Transform.
You have to suppress a gasp, as you recall the last things you were playing with. It was at the most extreme position, beyond mere cup sizes. Nothing seems to happen. No lightning bolt, no worrying sparks, no glow. But you can tell straight away that it's worked.
Susan lets out a short, almost sexual grunt. But your eyes scan over the remote, as you try to work out what to expect... who to expect.
Her chest surges forwards, unbalancing her. Despite this she appears oblivious to the changes. She shrinks a few inches too, and then shoots up about the same amount as towering heels appear on her feet. She becomes more tanned overall.... NO! No... she's changing her ethnicity. Is it Japanese? ... or Chinese? You doubt many people will care. Her bust is already well beyond anything you've seen in real life, and possibly even the internet. Surely she can't be that blind. She gives an angry grunt and throws her hands up in frustration.
"I can't find it... I can't find my phone."
It's virtually impossible to keep eye contact, as you talk. But she leans against the wall, you can't ignore the way her nipples shift against the fabric of her top. Their sheer size, their prominence. When she folds her arms, you mutter something about it turning up eventually.
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"Perhaps I'll borrow that remote." she adds lightly.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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