Jackie tries altering herself

Making herself a bowl of soup, Jackie quickly ate it, finding her tongue rapidly adapting to the hot liquid. She thought she'd burned herself with her first spoonful, but by the time she was done and washing the bowl, she could find no sign of the burn.

"All right," she told herself as she stood in front of her mirror again, drinking in once more the sight of her new body, "so far today, I've somehow managed to do everything I set my mind to, whether that's running home from the gym in record time or keeping up with Lisa at the gym. There's simply no way that an ordinary human could do what I've done, ergo, I must be extraordinary." She cupped her full breasts in her hands. "Let's see if I can find out how extraordinary."

Letting her hands drift up the undersides of her boobs, her fingers drifted onto her nipples. Lightly pinching and tugging them, she let out small moans as she closed her eyes and imagined her breasts growing larger, keeping their firmness and perkiness as they became more than her hands could hold, growing larger than volleyballs, bowling balls, soccer balls, basketballs.

She stopped once the pressure on her arms became impossible not to notice past her pleasant fantasy, and opened her eyes.

And found reflected in the mirror a woman with what had to be the largest breasts Jackie had ever seen, substantially larger than her head, outside of a few pictures of women with gigantic implants.

But these, she quickly satisfied herself, were not the product of implants; they were entirely real. They were the product of nothing other than Jackie somehow causing her fantasy to become reality.

She realized she was hyperventilating and **** her arms to be still at her sides, focused on taking a deep breath. Exhaled. Inhaled slowly, held, exhaled. Closed her eyes, inhaled again, held, slowly exhaled. Opened her eyes.

Her body still sported the same massive pair of tits that she had somehow simply willed into existence over the past minute or two, held up firmly by her new musculature.

"All right," she said, finding it difficult to take her eyes off her new endowments, "another test. After all, I am just a little top-heavy." Turning so that she was reflected in profile, she craned her neck around to get a good look at the reflection of her ass.

"Or, I guess that's the second test," she added as she realized that she'd craned her neck around well past ninety degrees even as she'd continued to turn past a profile reflection and more into just seeing her butt's reflection.

Dropping her hands to her ass cheeks, she once again imagined them growing, becoming huge but firm, an ass of hard muscle, not soft fat. This time she kept her eyes open, and saw her body alter itself to her will, her butt getting bigger by the second, the growth not especially rapid, but constant and inexorable. Turning back to see herself in profile again, she stopped when she was satisfied that her figure was properly balanced.

The pleasurable sensations of the growth, and the sheer eroticism of her new form, however, had made her libido roar to life once more. Realizing the opportunity for another test of what she could will to occur, she ordered herself to orgasm, and was almost instantly rewarded with waves of sexual pleasure crashing through her new form, her new endowments shot through with erotic heat.

"All right, what else can I try?" she asked herself, shaking her head a bit in wonder at what she'd already done. Her shoulder-length locks shook and Jackie knew what she would attempt.

She was once again not disappointed, as hair flowed from her scalp, cascading down her back in thick, silky waves, pooling a bit atop the shelf of her new rear before she decided it was long enough, at which point it abruptly ceased its growth.

Turning away from her reflection, she took a step in the direction of her bed where she'd tossed her clothes, only to realize something that she immediately chastised herself for not seeing an obvious problem.

"I wonder if I could will myself an exception to public decency laws," she mused even as she picked up her T-shirt. Popping her head through the neck hole, she pulled her new mane through before attempting to see how comically far short of her areolae the fabric would come, but to her surprise the shirt seemed simply to gain more fabric as she tugged, flowing fully, if tightly, over her new boobs, and stopping once she decided that she wanted to wear it as a crop top, showing ample underboob and her ripped abs. Her panties became a tight G-string as she pulled them up, and to show off her toned legs she decided she wanted her jeans to become Daisy Dukes, which they obligingly did, looking almost as if they had been painted onto her titanic butt.

She took a moment to catch her breath again. "So not only can I alter my body at will, but also my clothing." She pondered a moment. "I wonder what else I can do?"