Epilogue & Author's Note

I swiped right on a brunette in a red bikini posed on some tropical beach, her body all sharp angles and golden skin that screamed gym hours and good genes, but no match flashed up, just like the dozen stunners before her. The next profile showed a chubby girl with mousy brown hair and a round face squeezed into a too-tight tank top, her arms dimpled and her belly pushing against the fabric in a way that reminded me of Jewel on that first night, and I paused to study her features, imagining forty or fifty pounds gone to sharpen her cheekbones and slim her jaw, her dull eyes swapped for emerald contacts. Another swipe right. Next was a flat-chested punk girl with spiked black hair and a nose ring, her scowl fierce. I pictured without the piercings, fake F-cup breasts and a butt-implant, and some lip filler to really give her the bimbo look. Platinum blonde hair, of course, to compliment her blue eyes. Another right swipe. Then came a wholesome blonde in a sundress, wide smile and and carrying a library book. I flipped through her pictures; they all had her wearing minimal makeup and in a modest pose. I pictured her with platform heels and fishnets, heavy make-up caking her face, dancing on a stripper pole. Of course I swiped right.

My phone buzzed against my palm, and a notification popped up showing that I had a message from Jewel. The preview pulled a smirk across my lips before I even opened the message. The photo loaded in full: Jewel standing in the gym under harsh fluorescent lights, one hip cocked to thrust her chest forward, the tiny black-and-white sports bra straining across her heavy tits. Short shorts rode high on her thighs, the fabric clinging to curves that looked tighter and smoother every day, and her pink-tipped hair hung loose, just the way I liked it. She angled the camera low enough to make her breasts the undeniable star of the shot, showing they were worth every penny I spent on them. Her tits had started shrinking after she started losing weight, but it wasn't anything an implant couldn't fix. Now, they were better than ever.

The caption underneath the photo simply read, "Thinking of you Master," followed by a winking emoji.

My thumbs flew across the screen, "I can't wait to bury my face in those tits, slut."

The reply bubble popped up almost instantly, and her words lit the display. "Coming back right now Master," followed by three little dancing-lady emojis spinning in a row.

It was amazing to think that only four months ago, she had stood in my living room in a baggy hoodie, cheeks round and soft, stomach pressing against the drawstring of her joggers. Her breasts had sagged when her bra came off and there had been faint silver stretch marks around her hips.

Now she looked like every supermodel, every cheerleader, and sugar baby that ignored me because I wasn't rich or handsome enough for them, but that was fine. If there was one thing Jewel had taught me, it was that humans were malleable. I could match with anyone and tweak their hair with dye, swap their eyes for colored lenses, and warp their body's through diets or the surgeon’s knife until it matched the fantasy in my head. Even their minds could be modified by my commands, turning resistance into eagerness, anger into adoration. Jewel proved it could be done every time she knelt at my feet and thanked me for the life I gave her.

As unto Jewel, so unto others. It didn't really matter who I was matching with given I would change them to my liking regardless so I opened the dating app back up and started swiping right without looking. With this new strategy, it wasn't long until I matched with...

Author's Note: This marks the end of my contributions to this story—I've taken it as far as I wanted, wrapping up the threads that felt essential while leaving the door cracked open for anyone else who might want to step in. Like so many of my other projects on CHYOA, this one started with a spark of excitement back on July 18, 2023, only to gather dust after a quick burst of updates, with the last one landing on July 20, 2023, before I revived it just last week. Over the years, I've launched countless threads with promising ideas, only to lose steam before reaching a true finish, but this time, my aim was simply to guide it to a spot that feels complete enough for me, without slamming shut any possibilities for you.

Chapter 5 closed on that lingering choice—whether Greg shapes Jewel into his devoted maid or his obedient ****—offering a perfect pivot if you'd like to dive deeper into their dynamic. And here in Chapter 6, we've teased the arrival of Greg's second match, setting the stage for a growing harem if that's the direction that calls to you. Feel free to pick up from either point: expand on Greg and Jewel's evolving bond, introduce new women with their own transformations, or spin the supernatural app into entirely fresh territory. This chapter is my way of handing over the reins—consider it a gift to spark your own creativity.

For me, though, this feels like the right place to bow out; I've explored the ideas that first drew me in and watched them come to life in ways that surprised even me. Looking back, the inspiration struck from Donny P's route, where his Greg works to "beautify" Binita through gym routines and better habits, turning her into something closer to his ideal. That concept stuck with me. The original cast of Jewel had been Gia Paige, a pornstar that had been really hot before gaining an unfortunate amount of weight and no longer being remotely attractive. My original idea for this thread was a before-and-after arc for Jewel: starting with images from Gia's heavier phase to reflect that initial "capture," then shifting to her slimmer, earlier shots from when Gia was hot as Greg's commands reshaped her.

Now, in 2025, I stayed true to that original story arc, but I've shifted away from using images of real people altogether, opting instead to generate them with AI for a cleaner, more customizable approach. In the early chapters, before Jewel's transformation kicked off with her exercise routine, I prompted the AI to depict her as a fat Japanese woman to capture that raw starting point. As the narrative unfolded and her changes took hold, I adjusted the prompts to show her progressively slimmer—first chubby, then leaner still—until this final chapter, where she's rendered as athletic and toned. Combined with the mental shifts that reshaped her mindset, I've achieved everything I set out to with Jewel, leaving no unfinished threads for me to chase. With that, my part here is done, but I truly hope you've enjoyed the ride—sayonara!