Jackie prepares to party

In the end, Jackie just wound up making small changes. Everything was happening so quickly for someone like her, who spent her life going with the flow, sticking to a routine (go to school, fall asleep in class, ace tests, then come home to video games.) She was worried that she would forget what she originally looked like, or maybe someone would notice a feature that she had forgotten to reverse, or whatever. She sighed. Maybe she wasn't so confident after all.

She spent the afternoon working out again, but nothing in her room was giving her any resistance. Making sure her parents weren't paying attention, she went into the garage. Squatting down, with both hands under their sedan's rear bumper, she grunted as she tried to lift. She could feel the car creak, but it wasn't really leaving the ground. Not to be deterred, she held that position, putting all of her strength into it. When she felt her strength give out, she finally let go.

The soreness left her body before she could even take a single breath. Shrugging, she repeated the exercise, but this time, the whole rear came off the ground, angled to where the front of the car met the floor. She almost shouted in delight before she remembered that she had to control herself. She pressed the car up and down a few times.

She set it down, gently, and took a deep breath, just to calm her nerves. Then, she got under it and lifted the whole thing up, effortlessly. The sight of an absolute beauty holding a car tilted 45 degrees would have left anyone speechless, but Jackie felt absolutely no strain at all. She removed her right hand and kept it up with her left. A little something now. She pressed with her left arm, up and down, giddy with power.

It was still too easy. Cautiously, she started removing her fingers from the car, moving into its center of gravity, and kept it up with her left pinky. And for good measure, she pressed the car up and down with just that solitary finger. Striking a pose, her right hand on her hip, her left pinky supporting 3 tons, she examined her fingers, controlling the color of her nails.

"Jackie, isn't it time for your party?" she heard her mom yell out.

"Gurp!" A startled Jackie twitched and the car started to tilt, losing its balance. With incredible reflexes, she quickly ran to the side it was going to crash down and caught it with her right hand. Then she eased the whole thing down gently.

"Yeah mom! I know!" she yelled, wiping the metaphorical sweat from her brow.

"Do you need a ride?" her mom yelled back.

"No that's ok, Marie will pick me up," Jackie lied.

She went back up to her room to change. Seeing her reflection, she thought, "what the hell?". Cupping her hands over her breasts, she imagined them filling her palms, and then overflowing just a bit. Her flesh reshaped itself, remolding to her will. Her breast swelled as her nipples grew to match. She gave them a rub and some pinches as she willed them to keep going, enjoying the sensation. When she felt that her fingers weren't enough to completely cover her newfound mammaries, she stopped.

She thought they looked fantastic. Large, tasteful, and most importantly, round and perky. The orbs just looked like they popped off her chest, demanding an audience's undivided attention. Pleased with her little enhancement, she threw on some of the new clothes that Marie had shopped for her. Time to see if she could be more than just a wallflower at a party now.