I shrunk my tits to a more reasonable size, for now. I could always get crazy with it later. My tits were still bigger than they ever had been, about the size of my head, and were still surprisingly perky despite their huge size. Still quite heavy though. I stared at the device, more specifically at the button labelled muscle. I aimed it at myself and gave it the lightest tap possible. Immediately that warm feeling came back as I felt the muscles all over my body tense up like how it does right before an orgasm. Then I felt a similar release as I felt them expand and push tightly against all of my other clothes now that my shirt had been destroyed.
I went to the mirror to scope out this new bod. I couldn't see them over my tits before but now I could plainly see in the mirror that I had a very visible 6-pack. My large legs left my leggings stretched out and left nothing to the imagination. They looked incredibly powerful like I could crush a melon between my thighs. I turned around and even my ass was affected positively by this, it stuck out a lot more and seemed fuller but much more firm. But the important thing was that she could carry her massive mammaries with ease, although the other stuff was great too.
I put on some new clothes. Went braless for obvious reasons. I looked for my biggest shirts, ex-boyfriends jerseys and band shirts only for sleeping in. I seriously considered just going topless. It would be way easier right? But I didn't want to get arrested or anything, so I sighed and put on a giant ugly band t-shirt. My pants were a much easier story, I had big ole sweatpants and that was all I needed, yeah, no panties either. With my ass the way that it was now it was just plain uncomfortable.
I paced back and forth around my room for a solid 10 minutes deciding what to do next with my newfound power. I could shrink my enemies and take revenge, I could make myself a sex goddess, I could run around changing people a bunch just messing around, or more specifically I could find myself a handsome guy and make him into a sex god just for me. So many options, so much time. There is no reason why I couldn't do all of them. Not at once, but eventually.
For now, I decided to be an agent of chaos and wreak size-changing havoc upon the world at large.
I took the elevator down and almost immediately met my first potential target. The short cute guy that lives on the 6th floor. I'm sure he wouldn't mind being a bit taller. He certainly didn't mind staring at my tits. Honestly, I didn't mind either. When we reached the main floor I trailed behind him just in case I chose him he wouldn't see me get him with the remote.
As I stepped outside a few feet behind him, I saw a few more targets. An older woman, about mid-40s, chatting on her phone about kids soccer practice or whatever while her tight tank top strains against her big natural tits very distractingly. Her thighs were thicker than my new legs leading to an ass that I was jealous of, or wanted a piece of? Or both? No no, snap out of it. Focus. Good potential target that one.
Looking around the area some more, I spotted another guy. A runner. He had a sleeveless shirt that showed off ridiculously well-toned arms, and don't let me undersell this. They were huge too. The guy looked about 6'4" and I would believe if he told me he could bench press a family of four, I would believe him. He wore runners shorts and I could definitely tell he was going commando today as well. The man had a lot to be proud of and clearly didn't mind showing off.
Alright. My targets are in sight. Who do I start with?
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