Stacy's arms went numb as she finally realized just what the app had meant by 'Enter your command'. This was a command line... for reality itself! It seemed impossible. It was impossible. But... unless she was going completely insane out of the blue, she'd just advanced time itself by thirty minutes.
She pulled her legs down off of her desk, still staring at the phone. What else could it do? Did it even have limits? The normally unshakeable athletic director was pale, her whole body trembling in awe of the power she held in her hands. Cool, Stacy, Cool, she thought to herself, taking a few breaths. Relax. And... think of what to change next. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment, and then she began typing.
I'm a foot taller than I am now.
Enter.
Stacy let out a gasp as her whole body seemed to tense for an instant... and then she felt it. She was growing! Her muscles ached wonderfully with that post-workout glow as her body expanded, stretching outwards in every direction at once. Her clothing tightened, fighting a losing battle against her growing body, the sound of popping threads and ripping seams filling the air. The armrests of her office chair tried in vain to contain her surging hips, the pneumatic cylinder sinking under her swelling weight. And as quickly as it started, it was over, a much bigger Professor Williams left huffing in her sagging chair.
"Holy shit," she gasped, holding tightly onto the phone as she looked down at her new body. Her blouse was popped open clean down the front, all of the buttons ripped off or hanging there loosely. Her arms and shoulders had split the sleeves open, bare skin showing through the gaps. Her pants hadn't fared any better, being reduced to scrap strips of fabric draped around a split waistband. They'd probably just flutter off if she stood up.
Shifting her attention to her surroundings, she was stunned by how much smaller everything looked. It'd only been a foot, making her 7'2", but her mouse and keyboard seemed as if they'd be nigh unusable now. Her screen seemed like the IT department had brought her a downgrade, and she doubted whether she'd even be able to get her legs under her desk anymore. What a fucking change... The only thing that hadn't apparently shrunk was the phone that was still in her hand. It'd grown with her, so at least she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to type things out!
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