Chapter 19: Letting Loose (Part 2)

I navigated through the sweaty bodies and found a makeshift bar set up on the massive granite island in the kitchen. A guy in a backward hat was standing behind it, lazily pouring vodka into plastic cups for a small crowd.

I leaned against the counter, pulled out the iPhone, and typed his name in. I simply cranked his Sex Drive to a 10 and hit APPLY. Within thirty seconds, his eyes glazed over. He dropped the bottle of Tito’s, grabbed a random brunette by the hand, and dragged her toward the walk-in pantry, completely abandoning his post.

I smirked, slipping behind the counter and taking over as the bartender.

A minute later, two girls walked up. They were wearing matching sneers and tiny, expensive club dresses that barely covered their asses. They looked incredibly bored, radiating that specific brand of untouchable, rich-girl entitlement.

"Hey, can we get two vodka crans?" the brunette asked.

She paused, her eyes dropping to my chest. She literally blinked in shock, staring at the sheer volume of pale flesh practically spilling across the bar top. She looked up at my face and then looked back down at my pornstar cleavage.

"Jesus Christ," the blonde girl muttered, not even trying to hide her disgust. "Are those things real? You look like a cartoon character. Your back must be literally screaming."

"Who is your surgeon?" the brunette scoffed, exchanging a judgmental look with her friend. "Did you ask for the 'beach ball' special? You're built like a capital P."

I bit my lip, suppressing a laugh. They were completely ripping into my disproportionate body, but the joke was entirely on them.

"They're real," I smiled sweetly, grabbing a stainless steel shaker. "So, you wanted vodka crans? Which ones? The Beauty Potion or the Fitness Potion?"

The girls exchanged another highly irritated look. The blonde crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's, like, in the name," I said, pouring the vodka. "One makes you drop-dead gorgeous. The other makes you shredded."

"Look, just pour the drinks, okay?" the brunette huffed. "We're not in the mood for some weird bartender roleplay."

"Oh, you don't believe me?" I grinned, grabbing a shot glass and splashing a little cranberry juice and vodka into it. "Here. Let me show you."

I kept the iPhone hidden behind a large bottle of Patrón. I quickly pulled up my own Leonora profile. I scrolled directly to the Beauty slider. Earlier, I had been hesitant to use it, worried about losing my identity. But the tequila was humming in my veins, and these bitches needed to be put in their place. I dragged the slider significantly to the right—softening my jawline, plumping my lips, and clearing my complexion into an airbrushed, flawless glow.

I didn't hit apply yet.

"This one is the Beauty Potion," I announced, raising the shot glass.

I threw my head back, swallowed the burning liquid, and simultaneously tapped APPLY with my thumb.

A rush of warm, tingling electricity washed over my face. It felt like a thousand tiny feathers brushing across my skin. My cheekbones subtly cracked and shifted upward, defining my face with high-fashion, elegant symmetry. My lips tingled, swelling instantly into a permanent, plush, kissable pout. The faint acne scars and imperfections on my cheeks completely melted away, leaving behind a luminous, glass-like complexion that perfectly matched the absurd, hyper-sexualized proportions of my J-cup breasts.

I lowered the shot glass, exhaling a soft, contented breath, and looked back at the girls.

Their jaws had literally dropped. The brunette’s eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth hanging open. The blonde took a physical step backward, gripping the edge of the granite counter.

"Shut up," the blonde breathed, staring at my newly perfected, ethereal face. "What... what kind of prank is this? The lighting just... how did you do that?!"

"Told you," I smirked, my new, plush lips curving into a devastatingly pretty smile. I grabbed two plastic cups and scooped ice into them. "So? Who wants what?"

"Make them! Make them right now!" the brunette demanded, slamming a fifty-dollar bill onto the wet counter. All her snobby entitlement was entirely overridden by sheer, desperate vanity.

I poured the vodka, completely hiding my hands behind the liquor bottles as I typed their names into the app. Chloe and Harper. I loaded their profiles into the background.

"Which is which?" Chloe, the brunette, asked frantically as I slid the two identical pink drinks across the granite.

"Dealer's choice," I winked.

They didn't even hesitate. They clinked their plastic cups together and downed the drinks in three massive, desperate gulps.

As they swallowed, my thumbs flew across the touchscreen.

For Chloe, I cranked the Beauty slider to the absolute maximum. For Harper, the blonde, I went to her Body tab. I dragged her Body Fat percentage down to single digits and bumped her Musculature slider up significantly. I made sure Awareness was flipped ON for both of them, then tapped APPLY.

Harper felt it first. She gasped, dropping her plastic cup onto the counter. She clutched her stomach, bending over slightly as a deep, burning heat radiated through her core.

"Oh my god, it burns!" Harper wheezed.

But it wasn't pain. It was the rapid, forceful restructuring of her anatomy. Beneath her tight silk crop top, her soft, flat stomach instantly tightened. Deep, defined lines carved themselves into her flesh, sculpting a rock-hard, washboard six-pack that pushed against the fabric. Her shoulders forcefully capped outward, becoming broad and athletic. Her biceps swelled, the lean, dense muscle popping as she gripped the counter. Her thighs turned to carved marble. In seconds, she went from a skinny party girl to looking like an elite, shredded CrossFit champion.

Chloe was too busy experiencing her own miracle to notice her friend turning into a gladiator.

Chloe let out a soft, euphoric sigh, her hands flying to her face. A shimmering flush spread across her skin. The minor imperfections on her nose and chin vanished. Her eyelashes grew thick and dark. Her cheekbones rose, and her lips puffed up, turning a deep, natural shade of rose. She looked like she had just stepped out of a professional Vogue photoshoot, radiating an aura of untouchable, blinding perfection.

Chloe immediately pulled her phone out of her purse, opening the front-facing camera. "Oh my god," she wept, touching her flawless skin on the screen. "I'm gorgeous. I'm literally the most beautiful girl here."

Harper, finally catching her breath, stood up straight. She looked down at her own shredded torso. She lifted her crop top, staring in absolute shock at the deep V-line and the rigid abdominal muscles she now possessed. She flexed her arm, watching her bicep jump.

Then, Harper looked over at Chloe. She saw her friend’s glowing, ethereal face. Then she looked at her own reflection in the dark kitchen window. Her face was exactly the same as it had been five minutes ago, but now it was attached to the body of a female bodybuilder.

Harper's awe instantly morphed into furious jealousy.

"Wait!" Harper yelled, grabbing her friend's shoulder with her new, vice-like grip. Chloe winced at the sheer strength of it. "Why did I get the fitness one?! I didn't want muscles! I wanted to be pretty like you!"

Chloe couldn't stop staring at herself in her phone camera. "Sorry, Harp. Dealer's choice, right?"

"You bitch!" Harper slammed her hands on the counter, glaring at me. Her new, muscular lats flared out in anger. "Mix me the Beauty Potion! Right fucking now!"

I laughed, grabbing a bottle of blue curaçao from the rack behind me. I splashed it into the shaker with some sour mix. "Sorry, babes. I'm all out of the Beauty and Fitness potions."

Harper growled, her new muscles flexing aggressively.

"But..." I dragged the word out, pouring the bright blue liquid into a single shot glass. "I do have one left. It's a new experimental potion that..."

I didn't even get to finish the sentence. Harper lunged across the bar.

"Give it to me!" she demanded, snatching the blue shot glass right out of my hands. She didn't even care what it did; she was just desperate for an upgrade to combat Chloe's perfection. She brought the glass to her lips and took a gulp.

"Hey! No, I want some!" Chloe shrieked. Fueled by sheer greed to become even more perfect, the brunette reached out and physically wrestled the shot glass from Harper's muscular grip, splashing blue liquor over their dresses as she threw the rest of the shot back.

I burst out laughing, stepping back from the counter and picking up the iPhone. "Guess you're both getting it."

I quickly opened both of their profiles simultaneously. I skipped past the Beauty and Musculature sliders and scrolled directly down to the lower body proportions. I grabbed the Glutes, Hips, and Thighs sliders for both girls and violently yanked them all the way to the right.

I hit APPLY.

The reaction was instantaneous and incredibly chaotic. Both girls gasped simultaneously as the immense pressure hit their lower halves.

Their pelvic bones cracked and shifted loudly over the pounding music. Their hips flared outward with terrifying speed, widening into massive, sweeping curves. Thick, heavy, plush fat rushed into their glutes. Their asses ballooned outward, expanding into gargantuan, shelf-like dump trucks that completely swallowed the thin material of their designer mini-dresses. The skirts rode up to their waists, exposing the sheer, absurd thickness of their new, gelatinous thighs rubbing heavily together.

Chloe, the beauty queen, turned around and looked over her shoulder at her massive new rear end. Her jaw dropped, but then a slow, incredibly satisfied smile spread across her flawless face. The thick, voluptuous bottom half perfectly complemented her stunning supermodel features, turning her into an absolute, exaggerated Instagram baddie. She slapped her own plush thigh, watching the meat jiggle. "Oh my god... yes. This is literally perfect."

But Harper was having a completely different experience.

Harper looked down at her shredded, rock-hard abdominal muscles. The lean, V-tapered waist suddenly exploded outward into two massive, jiggly, fat-filled hips. Her carved, muscular quads were buried under thick, doughy cellulite. The contrast was absolutely horrifying. She had the upper body of an elite gymnast and the lower half of an obese, bottom-heavy cartoon character.

"No!" Harper shrieked, grabbing two fistfuls of her own massive, dimpled ass cheeks. "What is this?! This isn't better! I look like a fucking centaur! It ruined my abs!"

"Are you kidding?" Chloe laughed, completely unsympathetic, strutting back and forth to feel the heavy sway of her new booty. "You look fine. Stop complaining. Look at me!"

"I don't care about you!" Harper yelled, her muscular arms flailing as her fat thighs slapped together wetly. "I look ridiculous! You stole half the shot!"

The two of them immediately started screaming at each other, Chloe flaunting her perfect face and massive ass while Harper violently cursed her out, trying to hide her new, gelatinous lower half while her shredded biceps flexed in rage.

I grabbed my clutch purse, hoisting the massive, aching weight of my J-cups as I slipped out from behind the bar. I giggled to myself, taking another sip of my own drink, and left them viciously arguing by the sink as I wandered deeper into the party.

I turned and slipped into the crowded kitchen, ducking through a group of guys before the shredded blonde could vault the counter and strangle me with her new biceps.

I ducked out from behind the bar before they could demand a refund, wandering deeper into the living room.

I found a group of hot girls in short skirts huddled together, gossiping loudly about the guys at the party. One of them noticed my approach, her eyes locking onto my gargantuan, spilling cleavage.

"Girl, get over here," she called out, gesturing me into their circle. "How did you end up with those? Who is your surgeon?"

I joined the circle, laughing off the questions. They were all incredibly bitchy, tearing down the outfits of every girl who walked past. It was exhausting. I decided to have a little fun with their social dynamic.

I pulled out the phone. I found the loudest, meanest gossiper in the group. I opened her Mind tab, dropped her IQ significantly, and flipped Awareness ON.

She was mid-sentence, tearing apart a girl's shoes, when she suddenly stopped. Her eyes crossed slightly. She blinked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Wait... like... what was I just saying? Shoes are... feet gloves?"

The other girls looked at her, confused by her sudden, brain-dead observation.

I didn't stop there. I found the profile of the girl standing next to her. I went to her Sexual Orientation, but instead of making her gay, I altered her cognitive perception. I made her view women the exact way aggressive, toxic frat boys view women.

She immediately stopped listening to the gossip. She looked down at her own cleavage, squeezing her breasts with a loud, appreciative grunt. Then she turned to her friend, blatantly staring at her ass. "Damn, Becky, you are dragging a wagon tonight. Let me get a piece of that." She reached out and loudly slapped her friend's ass.

"Hey! What the fuck, Jessica?!" her friend shrieked.

The chaos was hilarious. But I wanted a grand finale for this clique. I found the profile of the girl wearing the shortest, tightest mini-skirt. I went to her Body tab. I flipped her Genitalia to MALE, dragged the length slider to a heavy nine inches, and hit APPLY.

I watched closely. Underneath her tiny skirt, a massive, veiny weight suddenly materialized. Because she wasn't wearing any panties, the sheer gravity of the new appendage proved too much for the short hemline.

A thick, heavy cock literally flopped out from beneath the bottom of her skirt, hanging down to her mid-thigh.

She didn't notice at first. She was too busy laughing at her dumbed-down friend. But the girl standing across from her gasped, pointing a shaking finger at her crotch.

"Sarah... what is that?!"

Sarah looked down. She screamed, a bloodcurdling shriek of pure horror, and frantically grabbed the massive, swinging dick, trying to shove it back under her skirt.

The other girls were shocked for exactly two seconds. Then, fueled by alcohol and Jessica's new frat-bro mentality, the terror shifted to drunken, unhinged curiosity.

"Whoa, let me see that thing," Jessica slurred, reaching for her friend's new equipment.

I slipped away, leaving the screaming, chaotic mess of girls behind me.

My head was spinning. The tequila was hitting me hard. I stumbled slightly, catching myself against a wall. I saw a group of massive, letterman-jacket-wearing college jocks standing by the pool table. They were chest-bumping, chugging beers, and aggressively cat-calling women.

Time for some personal fun, I thought.

I leaned against the wall, loading all of their profiles into the app. One by one, I transformed them all into girls. I dropped their broad shoulders, flared their hips, and gave them all massive, heavy breasts. But I kept the Awareness toggle firmly OFF.

The aftermath was absolutely incredible.

I watched five stunning, top-heavy chicks standing around the pool table, completely unaware that their bodies had changed. They were still acting exactly like aggressive male jocks. They were chest-bumping, but now their massive tits were violently slamming together. They were still wearing their oversized letterman jackets and baggy jeans, adjusting imaginary crotches, and loudly aggressively hitting on other women.

It was the most bizarre, intensely erotic display of gender-bending I had ever seen.

One of them, a stunning brunette acting as the quarterback, noticed me watching. She had her letterman jacket unbuttoned, revealing a tight white tank top completely overwhelmed by a pair of jiggling tits. She swaggered over, walking with a wide, masculine gait that looked entirely ridiculous on her new, curvy hips.

"Hey there, beautiful," she said in a melodic, distinctly female voice, though her cadence and swagger were one hundred percent frat-bro. "You want to come hang out with the boys?"

I giggled, completely charmed by the surreal logic the program had implanted in her brain to justify her reality. "The boys, huh?"

"Yeah, me and the fellas over there," the quarterback smirked, hooking a thumb over her shoulder at the group of hot, butch-acting girls.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms beneath my own gargantuan breasts, resting the heavy, doughy weight on my forearms. "You all look like chicks to me."

The quarterback scoffed, puffing out her chest so her breasts bounced proudly. "Bah, don't let the bods fool ya, we're red-blooded males, alright."

"I've never met a guy with tits," I teased, my eyes drifting down to her spilling cleavage.

"These baddies?" she laughed, reaching up to completely grope her own huge breasts. She hefted the heavy, soft mounds of flesh with zero shame, squeezing them like they were stress balls. "Pretty lucky, right? How many guys out there are lucky enough to have their own boobs to play with?"

She took a step closer, her eyes dropping to my chest. "Nothing like yours, though. Biggest I've seen all night, especially on someone so slim. You're pretty."

My stomach did a violent, fluttering flip. I was absolutely loving this. I didn't want to admit how much the sheer chaos of this gender-bending mind-fuck was turning me on, but my soaking wet pussy was giving me away.

"So," I purred, tilting my head. "If you're guys... I'm guessing you all have dicks?"

The quarterback rolled her eyes dismissively. "Pft, who needs a penis when you got your own vag! On the field we don't even need to wear protection, no balls to worry about. Plus, there's no risk of me getting you pregnant."

I couldn't believe the absolute mental gymnastics her brain was performing to maintain her male identity inside a female body. It was fascinating, and it was making me incredibly, desperately horny. I quickly pulled the iPhone out of my clutch purse. I kept it hidden against my hip.

She let out a long, masculine sigh. "It's annoying to have periods, of course, but we're guys, we don't fuck with tampons and all that shit."

I found her profile in the app, scrolled straight to Genitalia, and swapped it to MALE. I left the Awareness toggle OFF and hit APPLY.

The quarterback didn't even pause her sentence, but her logic instantly, seamlessly pivoted as the thick, heavy meat materialized between her smooth thighs.

"I mean, who needs tampons when you’ve got a cock, right?" she corrected herself, a dark, arrogant smirk spreading across her pretty face, "It's like the best of both worlds. I get to stare at my sexy tits and ass whenever I want, but I still have a penis since I'm a dude, of course. Luckier than my bros over there. Although they do enjoy it when I fuck 'em."

Holy shit.

Before I could even process the incredibly hot shift in her dialogue, she reached out, grabbed my narrow waist with both hands, and pulled me flush against her body.

She kissed me. Hard.

My brain completely short-circuited. I was kissing a stunningly beautiful woman with massive breasts, but on the inside, it was technically two guys making out. The psychological layers of the gender-bender fetish completely overloaded my senses. I kissed her back, opening my mouth to let her tongue slide against mine. The heavy, warm weight of her breasts crushed against my colossal bust, a symphony of soft, yielding female flesh pressing together.

But against my stomach, right where her baggy jeans met my slip dress, I felt the unmistakable, rigid pressure of a massive, throbbing cock. She pulled back, her eyes dark with lust. "So, wanna find a room?"

The tequila and the desperate need to be used completely annihilated my restraint. "Fuck me here," I breathed, turning around and pressing my palms flat against the hallway wall.

"Everyones drunk anyway," the quarterback laughed, a deep, raspy sound escaping her female throat. "Hell yeah."

I felt her hands grab the hem of my black slip dress. She hiked it all the way up to my waist, completely exposing my bare, soaking wet pussy to the crowded corridor. I heard the loud rasp of her denim zipper being pulled down, followed by the heavy slap of her thick cock springing free.

She didn't hesitate. She grabbed my hips and drove the blunt head of her shaft straight into my dripping entrance.

"AHHH!" I screamed, my voice carrying over the thumping bass of the party.

She buried herself to the hilt, stretching my vaginal walls apart with incredible force. I arched my back, pushing my massive, heavy ass back against her thighs. She started fucking me right there in the open, her hands reaching around to roughly grope my gargantuan tits, squeezing the doughy flesh as she hammered into me.

People were walking past us. The exhibitionism was blinding.

"Get a room!" some random guy yelled, stumbling down the hall.

"Damn, the quarterback is at it again!" one of her teammates cheered from the pool table, entirely unbothered that their star player was a chick with a dick railing another chick against the drywall.

I was completely lost in the ecstasy, whimpering and grinding my hips backward to take every inch of her thick shaft.

"Leo? Is that..."

The voice cut through the haze of my drunken lust like a knife.

The quarterback paused mid-thrust. I peered over my shoulder, my vision swimming. Standing a few feet away, staring at me with a mix of utter disbelief and sheer horror, was Meg.

Because I had completely altered my face to a flawless supermodel, inflated my breasts to an astronomical size, and was currently bent over getting railed by a female jock in a hallway, Meg barely even recognized me.

"Leo? Weird name for a chick," the quarterback grunted, holding my hips firmly.

"Excuse me," Meg snapped, her eyes flashing with absolute fury.

She marched forward, grabbed me by the arm, and violently yanked me away from the wall. The quarterback's cock popped out of me with a wet slap. I stumbled.

"Come on!" Meg hissed, dragging me toward the grand staircase.

"Wait! Come back!" I whined to the quarterback, reaching out a hand as Meg practically hauled me away.

"You are an absolute mess!" Meg yelled over the music as she pulled me up the stairs toward the second floor. "Do you have any idea how reckless you're being? I just saw some guys walking around with boobs! Have you been changing people left and right?!"

Because Awareness had been off for the frat bros and the jocks, Meg's reality was telling her that she was just seeing extremely weird, anatomically confusing people wandering around the party.

"I'm just having fun!" I slurred, stumbling on a step. The heavy, pendulum swing of my J-cups was throwing my balance completely off.

"You're out of control!" Meg scolded, pulling me down the quiet hallway.

The irritation flared in my chest. She was acting like my mother, ruining my incredible hookup. I managed to free my hand from her grip and dug into my clutch purse. I pulled out the iPhone. Maybe she needed a taste of the fun.

I quickly loaded Meg's profile. I scrolled straight to the breast slider. I didn't hold back. I dragged it all the way up, completely matching my own ridiculous, monolithic J-cups.

I hit APPLY.

"I mean, seriously Leo, we need to…"

Meg gasped, her sentence completely cut off.

The air around her warped. Her subtle, elegant C-cups violently exploded. The green silk of her dress groaned in absolute agony as pounds upon pounds of heavy, doughy flesh forcefully materialized on her chest. They expanded past her peripheral vision, swelling into two gargantuan, suffocating globes that completely dominated her torso.

The sudden, sheer gravitational pull of the massive breasts threw her entirely off balance.

"Whoa!" Meg cried out, falling forward from the intense, sudden weight. She caught herself against the hallway wall, her new, monolithic tits smashing heavily against the drywall.

"What the fuck!" Meg yelled, looking down at the fleshy mountains spilling out of her dress.

I giggled drunkenly, leaning against the opposite wall. "Come on, you'll see, it's fun!"

Meg glared at me, her face flushed red with anger and exertion as she physically struggled to stand up straight under the new load. She pushed open the door to a random, empty guest bedroom and grabbed my wrist again, dragging me inside. She kicked the door shut and locked it.

"Change me back!" Meg demanded, her voice shaking with rage as she held her massive breasts from underneath just to relieve her aching spine.

"Okay, okay, jeez," I laughed, holding the phone up.

My thumbs were clumsy from the tequila. Instead of hitting the breast slider, I accidentally tapped into her Cosmetics tab. I grabbed the hair color dial and spun it, hitting APPLY.

Meg's messy auburn hair instantly shifted, bleeding out into a bright, platinum blonde.

"Leo!" Meg shrieked, looking at her new blonde hair in the bedroom mirror. "I said change me back!"

"Oops! My bad!" I giggled uncontrollably.

"Give me that!" Meg yelled. She lunged forward, the massive tits swaying violently with the movement, and snatched the iPhone right out of my hands.

"Hey!" I protested weakly, my legs turning to jelly.

"You are done for the night," Meg huffed, her thumbs flying expertly across the screen as she navigated the shell app she had created. "Okay, I've got your baseline loaded, and I've got my baseline loaded. I just need you to hit apply, and I'm putting us both back to normal."

She held the phone out to me, the two APPLY buttons glowing on the screen.

I looked at the phone and snatched it out of her hand. I deleted the baselines then looked back at Meg. I drunkenly stammered “I preferred you with red hair!”

“Fucking hell Leo, hurry up! These are heavy!” She said, holding her tits.

I changed her hair back and hit APPLY. She grabbed her hair, then looked down at her boobs expecting them to shrink. When they didn’t she angrily looked back at.

“LEO! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” She yelled.

I just stared at her. She was standing there with gargantuan, ridiculous tits, looking completely furious and incredibly hot.

"In a minute," I murmured.

I reached down and grabbed the hem of my black slip dress. I pulled it completely over my head, tossing it onto the floor.

I stood in front of her entirely naked, my own monolithic J-cups resting heavily on my stomach, my flawless, supermodel face flushed with pure lust.

I stumbled backward and collapsed onto the center of the plush guest bed, spreading my smooth legs wide to expose my dripping wet core.

"Come and fuck me!" I giggled lazily, looking up at the ceiling.

Before Meg could even respond, the room started spinning violently. The alcohol hit the absolute limit of my petite female tolerance. My eyes rolled back, and I passed out cold on the mattress.

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