Bella wants to be a student! Hello Sadie!

The lab lights dimmed automatically as Bella sat before the RAC again, fingers still warm from her walk across campus.

She'd barely finished cataloging the impressions from the evening - being seen, labeled, “ma’am” - when the next impulse emerged fully formed in her mind.

Sadie. A new name for a new form.

Not a replacement. An evolution.

Bella had been her entrance. Curated, composed, controlled. Now, she wanted chaos. Youth. Heat. Curiosity wrapped in confidence and dripping with aesthetic excess. Sadie would move through the world like it was a catwalk - barely contained, always noticed.

Bella tapped in the commands.

Profile: Sadie Jeong
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Mixed (Korean/Russian)
Measurements: 34GG-24-32
Profession: Undergrad Student (Experimental Physics)
Mental Overlay: Retain baseline from Profile: Bella Jeong (aesthetic fluency, intuition, presence) as well as baseline from Profile: John Kekyll (memories, cognitive)
Attributes: Bust-forward posture. Youthful elasticity. Style Bias: {Minimal skin coverage. Heightened sexual presence. Social media polished.}

And just as last time, Bella keep the effects contained to just herself and her profile… for now.

External perception: User Only. Broad-scale effects mitigated.

She paused, staring at the readout. Jon would’ve fainted, but Bella simply smiled. And then she hit EXECUTE.

It began in her chest.

Like a pressure expanding from beneath the sternum - not painful, but insistent. Her breath caught in her throat as the air around her felt thicker, denser. Gravity shifted, focused.

Her breasts - already full, sculpted in Bella’s frame - began to swell. It wasn’t sudden. It was deliberate. A deep, cellular inflation, like invisible hands sculpting her from the inside out.

The first few seconds were warmth, then weight.

Soft tissue rose, stretching the fitted tank until it strained against her new volume. Her nipples brushed against the fabric, already sensitive, stiffening with the friction. A pair of frames faded into existence on her face, still hazy in form. She let out a quiet breath, half gasp, half laugh. The transformation wasn’t clinical, it was sensual.

Her chest pushed forward, each breath adding to the size and sensitivity. Fuller. Heavier. The fabric clung now like a second skin, showing everything, concealing nothing.

Her hands rose instinctively, cupping her breasts, each one now too large for a single hand. They spilled over her palms, impossibly plush, the weight real and commanding. Each motion sent them subtly shifting, swaying under their own momentum.

She closed her eyes. Felt the center of gravity draw forward. Her spine adjusted, posture arching from muscle memory at the small of her back to support the mass. Her shoulders pulled back, exposing her collarbones again, this time more deeply shadowed.

Her body had become a silhouette of contradiction - youthful but heavy, graceful but exaggerated. A student with the allure of an idol.

A shiver ran down her spine as her skin adjusted, smoother now, even more luminous. There was no hint of age. Only elasticity, lightness, the illusion of invincibility.

Her face followed, cheeks rounder, lips a shade fuller. Her jaw retained Bella’s elegance but took on something new: flirtatiousness. A smile that beckoned rather than revealed.

Her hair lengthened slightly, streaked with soft caramel tones, styled now into effortless, scrolling waves. Lived-in. Lusted-after.

She rose slowly to her feet, and the bounce of her chest was real. It made her pause, if only to feel the swing and slide of that much weight moving freely with her. Her top, once sleek and minimal, had all but given up. She tugged it off with a half-laugh and dropped it to the floor, revealing her tits in their full glory.

With a flick of her wrist across the RAC’s clothing interface, she summoned a new outfit.

[RENDER CLOTHING PROFILE: SADIE - NIGHT CASUAL]

In seconds, a micro-knit crop top materialized - tight, black, and barely enough to contain her. Deep scoop neck. Sideboob visible. Straps are thin as can be. The fabric shimmered like oil under lab light.

A pair of ultra-high-waisted panties materialized next - skintight, hugging her hips and framing the soft swell of her thighs. Casual flats appeared on her feet. Then, black stud earrings. Finally, a deeply stained pair of lips.

Her look was like a cam model cosplaying as a tech major. Head of her class by day, viral thirst trap by night.

She glanced in the mirror, tilting her head slightly. Sadie didn’t just look hot. She looked like she’d never had to try. And she still had Jon’s mind. Bella’s refinement. Now turbocharged by youth, heat, and a refusal to shrink.

The RAC pinged, its voice slightly cheekier than usual:

[SUBJECT: USER | PROFILE: SADIE JEONG | ACTIVE | STABILITY: 96.8% | BASELINE RETAINED]

Sadie grinned, one hand bracing the swell of her bust, the other grabbing her phone.

Selfie first. Then maybe the library. Or the student union. Or… just a party. Academics could wait till Monday.