7 - Going where the weather suits my clothes.

History class was an interminable slog. I did my absolute best to pay attention - not that I had any choice. As always, the size of my tits combined with the lecture hall's fixed desks and chairs meant I had no option but to sit forward in my chair and rest my bottom pair on the desk in front of me. This made the view a little difficult, forcing me to crane my neck over my towering stack of boob flesh to see my notebook, but the alternative was to squeeze them between the desk and my abdomen. I'd tried it, for a while, in freshman year, but the squeeze was more distracting than the visual obstruction. Being distracted wasn't trying my best, so I put up with the stares, and got really good at taking notes without seeing the page.

But in the back of my mind I simply couldn't help but think of the WorldMaster app, and my turn ticking away in my bag.

For another hour or so after class ended, I could have whatever I wanted in the world, if i could figure out what that was. After that it would be Alyssa's turn, and then Matt's again. If neither of them, or me, did anything that added another player to the game, I'd have another shot. I wondered what I'd look like then, or if I'd even recognize myself, nine hours from now. If that 'me' would want the same things I did. I knew I'd already been changed a few times. I wondered what the person I was before had been like. I wondered if we would get along.

Of course I couldn't just pull out my phone and play a game in the middle of a lecture, even if reality itself was on the line. I had to 'do my best'. As a classmate read a passage I already knew from the morning's review, I recalled the 'points' the game had been assigning. I wondered if Matt's command meant I should do my best for those too, but no, we were talking about school, so he only meant my classes. Schoolwork took precedence. Damn. I tried to banish the thought from my mind.

By the time the lecture ended, I had barely managed to internalize half of the material. My notes were already perfect, at least, and I could catch up on what I'd missed in study group or in office hours.

I swung my backpack over my shoulder, enjoying the exaggerated motion of my four big perfect tits beneath my thin green sweater. I felt my hair settle into perfect wavy cascades down my back, fluttering in the breeze with every turn of my head.

I knew at least half of the boys (and a few of the girls) were stealing glances at this point. I puffed my chest out a little, putting an extra bounce into every step. I was internet-famous, I had four perfect tits, and for the next fifty three minutes, if I wanted, the entire world was mine.

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Looking for somewhere private, I made my way out to a small courtyard between the building and the adjoining parking structure, settling on a bench between a small patch of shrubbery and a stand of trees freshly bare of their last autumn leaves. I was sheltered from the wind, but the cool northwestern air cut through my thin sweater. I felt my four puffy nipples harden in the cold, making what I knew would be a visible tent at the peak of each giant breast. I really hadn't planned to spend any time outside today.

I considered returning to the dorms for shelter, or searching for another spot indoors, but time was ticking down. And I shuddered to think of what the program might do if I tried using a command to extend my turn.

Well, what good was a mysterious reality-altering smartphone app if I wasn't going to use it to solve my pettiest gripes and complaints.

Fingers pale and stiff from the cold air, I pulled out my phone and started typing.

"I am dressed comfortably for the weather."

~ Da-ding! ~

I felt warm - and almost naked.

I was expecting some new clothes - a light jacket and gloves, and maybe some warmer socks. I wouldn't have been surprised, even, if the weather had changed instead, and the sun broke through the low grey clouds to deliver some warming light, bringing the weather in line with my state of dress. I certainly wasn't expecting to be wearing less.

(Maybe it should have concerned me - how lightly I thought of the idea of changing the weather by accident. Oh well.)

Instead, I felt a breeze hotter than even the hottest summer day here in inner Washington had any right to be. I felt it on my bare legs, and I felt it on my entire, almost fully-exposed chest. The sun had come out, beating down straight overhead in a cloudless blue sky. I could hear seagulls in the distance, and a faint smell of saltwater on the air. The leafless dogwood trees overhead had been swapped out for tall, swaying coconut palms. Palm fronds and sand littered the footpath where red and yellow autumn leaves had been.

On the phone screen, a little animation let me know this 'Medium Change - History and Geography' had earned me four points. Also, Alyssa was awarded two, although it wasn't clear why. Most likely something to do with her ever-so-secret mystery command.

I looked away from the phone at my own altered clothing. My jeans were almost gone, reduced to teeny cut-off daisy dukes that hugged my hips and left the whole of my legs to soak in the sun, with the straps of a little black string bikini peeking out the top on either side. My green sweater was gone, baring nearly all of my plentiful breast meat. I actually thought i was topless for a moment, before I noticed the not-unpleasant tightness of two little black string bikini tops tied over both pairs of breasts, just about covering my areolas and not too much more. I took a deep breath of the warm sea air, and bathed in the hot midday sun. I felt incredible.

A look through my camera roll showed endless reams of selfies at the beach (Weren't we over 100 miles from the sea?), at parties, or just around campus, never wearing much more than I was now, besides a few breezy skirts and crop-tops, always sporting the impressive suntan that now covered my entire body. I looked incredible! I was every guy's fantasy beach babe come to life, topped off with my trademark quadruple basketballs not-even-concealed by the stringiest little bikinis money could buy. I realized, with amusement, that if I wanted they could be beach balls, and wouldn't that be more appropriate? I also wondered if the school's dress code had changed too, or if I just looked hot enough to get away with it.

The cry of some kind of sea bird broke my concentration, and I convinced myself to get back to the game before my turn expired. I made that command for comfort, and here I was feeling more comfortable and looking hotter than any stuffy jacket could have made me in the old climate. Five stars, no notes, next thing.

I reclined back on the bench and snapped a selfie, acres of tit flesh glowing in the sun, one finger pressing cutely on my deep red lips. I went to send it to Alyssa, along with something like 'Your turn to guess what I changed'.

A chill ran down my spine. Her number was blocked.