Laura grabbed as much of her breast tissue as she could fit in her hands. She was used to being able to cup her entire tit in one hand, but now she could just about cover her entire nipple with her hand. As she did, new parts of her brain that had been shut off by her lack of sensitivity in the past lit up. She moaned, groping at her nipples through her shirt, heat pulsing between her legs as juices flowed. Shocked by how simple it was to pleasure herself, she jumped up onto her feet… And nearly face planted. She managed to stay on her feet by wheeling her hands backwards. The huge pull forward of her breasts had nearly toppled her. Clearly, balance was needed. She picked up her iPhone, returning to the ‘home’ page, the 3-D model of her newly improved body.
At the top of the home page, she noticed a small plus which hadn't been there before she had made a change. She clicked on it, and saw two names listed, just like save files in a video game. At the top, "Laura (original)" with her date of birth beside it, and "Laura (1)", with today's date on it. She clicked on it, and on a whim changed the name of this "save" to Amy. She was glad to be quickly able to switch between her new, bustier self and her old self. Maybe she could head down to the beach, even scope out her siblings and friends as a completely different person. The idea excited Laura.
Another idea that had always excited Laura, she realized as she tapped the mental option, was being a happy, perky bimbo. Seeing as she could so easily switch back to who she really was, she saw no problem altering her personality. After all, a new body, why not a whole new person?
The first option was “IQ.” The slider, hovering just over a fifth of the way out from the left, read "119”. what am I doing? Laura wondered, but she couldn't stop herself from bringing her finger further to the left, millimetre by millimetre. 110, 105, 95, 90. Laura stopped, not daring to go any further. She wanted ditzy, not impaired.
The program next prompted her to fill out categories to do with her personality, and rate them on an intensity of 1 to 10. There was a list for the basics, and a search function for the more customized. Perky, energetic, excited, she pumped all up to ten. Stubborn was a seven, and shameless a 9. Other full stats she decided on were confident, sexual, and extroverted.
Interests and pastimes were next. Also ranked, this time on how much Laura's new self enjoyed them. Physicality, foreplay, and sex were all easy tens. Styling a 7, shopping an 8, and the beach a 9. Among interests, she listed cock, muscles, tits, ass, height, figure... She listed about 30 traditionally sexy characteristics from both sexes. No need to cut her pool of suitors in half before she started.
That was enough mental changes. Onto the main course. Moving to height, Laura extended her legs until they were 50' long, bringing her to a leggy 5'9". She tickled the box for "remove all body hair." Can't have anything covering up these pegs! Her hips she widened, sticking her finger down her panties as she watched the models’ hips flare out. Stopping at just below 45”, and then sliding the slider slightly above it. Her new hips would slope into an impossibly thin waist, almost twenty inches narrower only a few inches above. She widened her shoulders slightly too accentuate the hourglass shape. Her neck, she slimmed.
Moving up to her face, she shaved fat from her cheeks, and raised her cheekbones slightly for a supermodel look. A slight shrinking of the nose, and growing eyes simultaneously gave her a cute innocent look and the appearance of an alluring, bombshell supermodel. She plumped her lips, but not too much so that they still suited her face. Her lips now naturally would be a shade of deep red. On a whim, she changed her left eye to a shade of hot, deep, sparkling pink, a small clue to the magic going towards her new appearance. She changed her hair as well, to a wavy and flowing luscious blonde that flowed down the back of her neck, reaching to where her upper back met its lower counterpart. Two pink highlights ran parallel down the back, and locks of hair spread across the front, giving her something to continually brush away behind her ears, while not covering her drop-dead gorgeous face.
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