Enhance Kylie

You've formed a bit of an attachment to the peppy brunette that you inhabit, and it's not her fault that she's a bit....plain. From her high school biology courses you find that the pituitary gland can control what hormones are secreted, so you decide to experiment a little.

With her brain saturated with your slime, it only takes a bit of electrical impulses to order the pituitary gland to pump out a bunch of hormones designed to enhance your new body; a cocktail of estrogen and some other stuff that you don't quite understand just yet to get you the stunning figure you desire. Over the course of the ten hours that your host is asleep, her barely B cup breasts swell, sweating as the skin stretches over more and more new flesh as you reshape your new home. When you wake up the next morning, you're a bit surprised by the generous D cup breasts that jut out from your chest, perky and round. It doesn't take more than a few light touches of your newly bulging tits to be pawing at them furiously with a second hand pumping fingers in and out of your gushing sex, and you shove your face into the blankets to muffle the scream that lets loose as you reach a mammoth climax. Rolling your hips and quivering as pleasure assaults your senses from all sides, you decide that you are most definitely staying inside Kylie.

Unfortunately, as you lay heaving on your blankets in a post-orgasmic state, your stomach rumbles loudly. All the reshaping and enhancements to your breasts have sucked all the available fat and carbs from your body, leaving you famished, dehydrated, and unnaturally toned. Something tells you that your new 'parents' wouldn't be pleased if you devastate their pantry, so you slip on a pair of athletic shorts and a midriff tee, before grabbing your stuff to go out.

It's late on a Saturday night, so while you do stop for a quick bite to sate the hunger pangs at a local burger joint, you decide to not frequent a lot of the other places, as your new memories contain knowledge of an abandoned orchard on the outskirts of town.

It's one in the morning when you steer your compact up to the shuttered gates of the Ainsworth Orchard, and you hop the steel bars gracefully, a tote bag clutched in your fist.

Striding through the orchard, you fill your bag with the best apples you see, the cool night air stiffening your nipples, anticipation and arousal making your pussy damp. Finding a nice place to lay down, you giggle a little as you strip off your clothes and begin to eat, gently running your free hand down your gurgling stomach to your puffy, slick cunt.

With each apple, you feel your body growing in all the right places, and you rapidly come to a orgasmic high as you lie in the soft grass. As you transform Kylie, you feel the bonds between yourself and her own brain begin to strengthen, and you realize to make such drastic changes you will have to bond with the brunette's brain fully.