Samantha looked back at the phone with the new and improved Laura on it. She realized that the body she'd programmed was almost on par with Vanessa's killer figure. As it stood Laura would be slightly shorter and not quite as muscular but just as busty.
"If we're going to experiment maybe we should push things just a little bit farther. We'll see how that bimbo likes being second best." Vanessa had never been mean to Samantha but Samantha was spiteful all the same. Things came so easy for girls like that. Having to live with her own short and pudgy body had put something of a chip on her shoulder, one that she and Laura shared. Now she could try giving her best friend an edge in life and if that worked she could do the same for Jason and herself.
Samantha set to work crafting a body for Laura that was unrivaled. Instead of increasing her overall height Samantha instead just increased the length of her legs until she was 6' 2" just like her brother. Then she added more muscle onto her frame until she looked like a fitness model with plump thighs, a tight 6 pack, broad shoulders and strong arms. Lastly she returned to Laura's breasts and pumped them up even further until the slider listed them as H cups. Samantha found another slider that increased the firmness of Laura's giant new assets so that they sat high and proud on her chest.
Samantha looked over her handiwork. "Wherever you are, Laura, I hope this works for you." She tapped the "Apply Changes" button and waited while the phone compiled the alterations. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and Samantha dropped the phone while she shielded her eyes.
- - -
In the shower Laura blinked for a moment. Something seemed to be wrong with the lights, for a moment it was very bright but now things were back to normal. She just hoped whatever that power surge was didn't happen again; the last thing she needed was for the lightbulb to burn out while she was in the shower. There was no other light source in the bathroom and cleaning herself in pitch darkness wasn't an appealing thought.
"Then how would I see my incredible body?" she asked aloud. Laura giggled then returned to soaping her body, flexing her hard muscles while she rubbed the suds all over herself. This was the only time she really allowed herself to be completely narcissistic and appreciate the body she now possessed. She'd spent so many years as the ugly duckling that she felt she deserved to be proud. At 16 years old she'd decided she no longer wanted to be a tall and skinny rail and had taken up weightlifting just like her brother. Her body reacted well and she found adding muscle came somewhat naturally. Once she built herself into a thick powerhouse she slowed down and worked out simply to maintain the sexy, fitness model curves she'd created. She'd been somewhat disappointed that she had only seemed to pick up her brother's muscle building genetics and not her sister's breast growing ones but decided that beggars couldn't be choosers.
That changed a little less than a year ago when Laura had discovered a massage technique on the internet that "guaranteed" to increase the size of her breasts. Typically Laura would immediately recognize this sort of scam for the bullshit that it was but in quite moments of solitude she decided to give the absurd a try. Within weeks she had gone from having nonexistent assets to perky little B cup boobies. Two months later she was into a C cup bra. Just shy of six months after beginning the massages Laura's breasts outgrew her sisters.
Now, in the shower with steaming water turning her skin pink, Laura grasped her H cup melons in her hands and roughly began massaging them just as she had been doing for the last ten months. Laura knew very well that it was much more likely that she was, as everyone pointed out, simply a late bloomer and that the massages had nothing at all to do with her incredible growth. But she couldn't shake the coincidence of the timing as well as the fact that she had far outgrown her mother and her sister. If it really was the massages doing all the work then she had no intention of stopping for quite a while.
- - -
Samantha waited several long seconds before removing her hands from her face. She looked around and found the world still existed, but something felt strange. She glanced out the window and spotted Jason still sitting there waiting. He caught sight of her and waved. She grinned and waved back then turned her attention to the room.
Yes, things were definitely a bit different. There were fewer anime posters on the walls and Samantha spotted a stack of fashion magazine in the corner where a stack of DVDs used to sit. A shelf that was once reserved exclusively for various comic book figurines and other nerdy trinkets was still there but now there was also a host of jewelry scattered among the collectables that Samantha had never seen before. She then spotted a dresser with a mirror that was also new and gasped when she caught sight of her own reflection.
"Holy shit!" She rushed forward and examined herself. She was no longer wearing the modest coverings she always did to hide her portly frame and instead was clad in torn denim shorts and a dark blue bikini top. She was still the same height but the fat had been completely melted from her body replaced with fair amounts of muscle. She ran her hands over her washboard stomach and gave her arm a hard flex showing off baseball sized biceps. "What is going on? I didn't change myself. Not that I'm complaining."
Samantha turned her body watching the deeply etched lines of her abs and obliques stretch with her. She puffed up her chest grinning at the tightness of the bikini top. She still didn't have any boobs to speak of, but she loved her figure just the same. She leaned forward to take in her lower half and was blown away again. Her legs were even more developed than her upper body. Thick, juicy thighs bulged out of her tiny shorts; their short length only made them seem thicker and stronger. Samantha twisted around and stood on her toes watching her calves pop extra wide when compared to her slender ankles.
"This is incredible but I just don't get it. What happened here?"
Samantha looked over the dozen or so pictures that were taped around the frame of the mirror and found her answer. The pictures showed Laura posing with various people, some that Samantha recognized and some she didn't but what she did recognize was the Laura that she had programmed: the tall, buff and busty version. One image in particular caught Samantha's attention since it featured her standing next to her amazonian friend. Laura positively dwarfed Samantha by nearly a foot and a half. The girls were pictured standing in a gym flexing for the camera.
"The phone, it doesn't just change a person it changes the past. Since I gave Laura muscles it changed things so that she's been working out. And since we're best friends I've been working out with her!" Samantha celebrated by squeezing out a crab flex into the mirror and relishing the sense of power and tightness in her body.
Catching her breath she scooped Laura's phone off the floor. "What else can you do?"
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