Early morning.

You snap back to consciousness as the day’s first rays of sunlight hit your slime-covered face. You grin as you remember the events of yesterday, and look down, only to find that your once modest breasts now take up about four times as mush space, limiting your field of view, and making it so you have to bend your hip almost 90 degrees to even see your foot, and that’s when the pressure of your wetsuit is holding them mashed up against your chest. You feel with your hand the area directly below your greatly enhanced breasts, and feel that your stomach has flattened and is now rock-hard with what you count to be hints of a four-pack. With some effort, you manage to sit up, and upon doing so, you see your ass has also greatly expanded. Before, it was almost depressingly flat, but now you have a perfect bubble-butt. Your thighs haven’t been untouched, either, and as you run your hands along them, you feel densely-packed cords of muscle, insulated by a deliciously squishy outer layer of soft fat. You’re still coated in a thick layer of slime, and as you push the neoprene around on yourself, you realize the absence of a zipper on the back. Instead, you find a sticky note that reads, “you’ll figure it out.”