Aaron Upgrades His Body

Author's Foreword: Hello everybody, here's the next part of the story, also the first of 'two parter'. I missed the bonus update I intended for you the other day, but I'll make it up this week, I promise. Thank you so much for all the amazing love and support, and to everybody on the discord for guiding this one forward with your incredibly creative ideas. If you want to help me choose what happens next, please come on by, we'd love to have you!

What did he want?Aaron tightened his grip on the strange remote.

That was always the question, wasn’t it? He’d always been so listless, drifting through life. No goals, no ambitions. Nothing had ever jumped out at him.

He looked at Amanda. She looked so good. It wasn’t just that she was hot - though damn, she really was, wasn’t she? - but because under that hotness she was confident. She was so eager and ready. This was a girl who knew exactly what she wanted.

Why couldn’t he be like that?

But ah, that was the thing, wasn’t it? With this device, he could. He could look like anything he wanted. Be anything he wanted. Maybe it was just that lady’s jealousy talking, but how could he not want to take advantage of that? How could he not want to fix all his little flaws? How could not want to…

He wriggled as the words cemented in his brain.

How could he not want to be hot too?

His brain was spinning. What would it feel like, he wondered - to have guys turn their heads as he passed? Girls. He quickly corrected himself. To have girl turn their heads.

His breath was short with excitement. He knew the feelings were artificial. He knew they were recent, but damn if they didn’t have hooks right in his brain.

He had to know.

“I think…” he took a breath. “I think I have an idea.”

“Oh?” Amanda's ears perked up.

“Look, it’s a little vain, I know. But I just can’t help but think that maybe I could use this thing to upgrade my body a little. Really go with something sexier, you know?” He stuck a hand on his hip to call attention down to it. “I don’t know what it is, but I just - I want to make myself attractive! I want a body that people would kill for. I want to turn heads!” He blushed. It had come across with more enthusiasm than he’d intended.

“Wait, hold on,” she laughed. “Are you for real?”

“What?” His blush grew.

“I don’t believe it. That’s the exact same thing I did! Look -” She stood up and ran her hand down her own body. “I spent days trying to get every last feature right. I was obsessed!”

His eyes followed her as she traced the curving lines of her figure, as she showed off her body like it was a dress she'd just bought at an amazing sale. His pulse quickened. But this wasn’t raw arousal. It was appraising, supportive. Every inch of her seemed so perfectly proportioned. Each feature a perfect compliment to every other feature. She was a complete package, like art come to life. How had he not noticed this? But then, he’d been trying not to stare.

“You did a - uh.” He swallowed hotly. His face was burning. “You did a great job.”

“You’re damn right.” She winked. “God, you won’t believe how much trouble I had getting this butt right.” She gave it a playful spank for emphasis.

And now it was his turn. Now he could do the same. He eagerly started looking around the bar, not even trying to be subtle about his gaze.

Except…

He frowned.

“They don’t really make many other guys like me, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, don’t get me wrong. There’s lots of guys here with with broad shoulders and muscles and abs and stuff, right?”

She nodded. A girl like Amanda noticed that sort of thing.

“But well, none of them have tits like mine, do they? None of them have a big jiggly butt. None of them have these big hourglass curves.”

“It’s true.” She bit her lip as she turned back to said curves. “Not that I mind - you fill out a bikini better than any other guy I’ve ever seen. I see what your saying though - it’s like your looking for an innie belly button, but all your seeing is outies.”

“Exactly!” He scratched at his boob. “And it’s not like there’s anything wrong with having an outie, but its just not the shape I’m really looking for, you know?”

She nodded in agreement. It made perfect sense.

“Besides, your right,” he added. “If I did swap with one of those dudes, this top would fall right off, wouldn’t it?” He bounced on his bare heels for emphasis, sending his breasts jumping.

She laughed, her own gaze now drawn appreciatively down to his barely-contained bosom. “You know what? I think I’d be fine with that.”

He stuck out his tongue, imitating the expression she had made to him earlier.

“Okay.” He turned back towards the crowd and gave another frown. “So I can’t find any other guys to upgrade my body with? What about my face. What do women like in a face? Dazzling blue eyes? Platinum blonde locks?”

He turned to the bartender. He’d noticed it as they walked in. She had the most striking eyes. Sparkling, radiant. Exactly what he wanted.

He just needed to find a guy with eyes like that. How hard could it be?

But again, despite all these attractive men that had congregated here tonight, none of them had what he was looking for.

Oh sure, they were very handsome, with firm features and strong jaws and short well cropped hair. He knew full well that he should have dreamed of looking like any one of them. But none of it swayed his heart. Something inside him screamed. He didn’t want to just be handsome. He wanted to be beautiful. His heart tugging in ways he’d never known.

None of the men had what he needed… but the women…

His heart swooned as he looked at the women. He wanted their clear complexions, he wanted their perfect hair, he wanted their soft noses and their plump lips. He wanted to be pretty like them, beautiful like them! Why couldn’t he look like that?

Just a few features. Who would notice?

Zap. Zap. Zap.

“Oh wow.”

He held his phone up to his face, using it as a mirror. Had he gone too far? A stranger gazed back at him, a myriad of soft delicate features arrayed on his face. The shape of it was the same, some subtle geography hinting at what once was, but that was all. For a moment he considered if this was too high a price to pay.

But that stranger looking back? They looked good.

“What do you think?” He twisted this way and that. Why was he so worked up about this? “Is it too much?”

“Oh it’s a look.” She snickered. “Very uh - metrosexual?”

“Is that bad?”

“Oh, no! I didn’t say that. It’s like…” She made a groping gesture in the air as she searched for the right word. “Do you know what a bishonen is?”

“No?”

“Then don’t even worry about it.” she waved it off. “It’s a little fem, sure. But its very you. Totally compliments that body of yours. I'm especially fond of those fat lips." That husky tinge was back to her voice. “I can’t wait to see what they look like wrapped around this dick.”

He blushed again. Another breath escaping his lips. It was starting to sound more and more appealing. But he turned his attention back to the remote, to distract himself before this cloying arousal made that particular fantasy come to life.

“I just wish I could find some decent guys to upgrade my body with.” He sighed.

“What? Really? Not one guy in this whole bar has what your looking for? Not one set of abs, or pair of arms, or chest?”

“Oh there’s a chest alright.” The words came out under his breath, more as a joke to himself than anything else. But then they just wouldn’t leave his brain.

“Oh?”

“Nothing." He shook his head. "I’m just saying - can you imagine me with a chest like that? All blocky and square? I mean its fine for some guys but is just not my aesthetic, you know?” he cocked his fat hips.

But you know what would fit his aesthetic? His eyes fell to her tits even as his face burned. Her perfect round melons, her mesmerizing orbs, so perky, so soft, but so... so feminine. A twisted idea had bubbled up and now it wasn’t going away.

It was a crazy idea, he knew, but he just wanted it so badly, even though his every other instinct was screaming at him that he shouldn't.

He wasn't seriously about to do this this - was he?