Jake likes women with more mass

Jake stood in the center of Emily’s bedroom, the Reality Edit App glowing ominously in his hand. The twins—Emily and Sophie—were sprawled on the bed, their identical, flawless bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from their earlier escapades. Jake’s mind raced with possibilities. The app was real, and it was powerful. He could change anything, anyone, and no one would even notice. It was intoxicating.

He glanced at Sophie first, his eyes tracing her curves. She was perfect, but… what if she were more? His thumb hovered over the screen as he selected her name. A new screen popped up, filled with options. He tapped Weight Gain and adjusted the slider all the way to maximum. The room seemed to ripple with energy as Sophie’s body began to shift.

Sophie let out a soft gasp as she felt the first wave of transformation. Her skin tingled, her body expanding rapidly. Her thighs spread, thick rolls of fat spilling over the edges of the bed as her hips widened. Her belly ballooned outward, a soft, doughy mass that groaned under its own weight, pushing against her legs and spilling over her sides. Her breasts swelled like overfilled water balloons, the skin stretching taut as they hung heavily over her chest, their nipples dark and prominent against the pale flesh. Her arms grew plump, dimpled with cellulite, as her hands and feet disappeared into the folds of her growing body.

“Oh my God,” Sophie murmured, her voice muffled by the fat that now enveloped her face, her cheeks puffing out into multiple chins. She tried to sit up, but her body was too massive, too heavy. She lay there, a colossal mountain of soft, jiggling fat, her breaths shallow and labored. “Jake… what did you do to me?”

Jake smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Just making you more… you,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief. He turned to Emily next, her toned, bikini-model physique still glistening in the dim light. He scrolled through the app again, this time selecting Female Bodybuilder and cranking the settings to the max.

Emily’s transformation was swift and dramatic. Her shoulders broadened, her back expanding into a wide, muscular slab that rippled with power. Her abs tightened into a series of deep ridges, each one defined and hard as stone. Her biceps bulged, veins snaking across the surface as her arms thickened with muscle. Her legs grew into tree trunks, her thighs straining against the fabric of her panties as they became massive pillars of strength. Despite the intense muscularity, her breasts remained surprisingly full—hanging large and heavy on her chest, their size accentuated by the sheer scale of her frame.

“Whoa…” Emily whispered, flexing her arms experimentally. The muscles in her biceps and shoulders shifted and rolled like liquid steel beneath her skin. She ran a hand over her abs, feeling the tight ridges beneath her fingers. “I feel… amazing.”

Jake stepped closer, his eyes roaming over both women—one a towering mass of soft, jiggling fat, the other a sculpted powerhouse of raw muscle. The contrast was striking, and his heart raced with excitement. “You both look incredible,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Sophie giggled, her laughter causing her belly to jiggle like gelatin. “Come here,” she said, patting the bed beside her with a plump hand. “I wanna show you something.”

Emily rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms over her chest. Her massive biceps flexed with the movement, drawing Jake’s gaze. “Don’t hog him, Soph,” she teased, her voice firm and commanding despite the playful tone.

Jake hesitated for a moment, torn between the two women. Then, with a grin, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between them. He leaned in toward Sophie first, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Her pillowy lips were warm and yielding, and Jake couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, his hands resting on her soft, doughy sides.

Emily smirked, her newly muscular body flexing with every movement. She stood up from the bed, her biceps bulging as she rolled her shoulders. Jake’s eyes widened as she struck a pose, her pecs rippling with controlled power. She glanced at him, her playful grin turning mischievous. “Watch this,” she purred, her voice dripping with confidence. She tensed her chest muscles, making them pop rhythmically, her hard nipples standing out like tiny peaks on a mountain range. “Like what you see, big guy?” she teased, her voice sultry as she flexed again, her pecs twitching with each movement.

Meanwhile, Sophie, her massive, doughy form squirming on the bed, wasn’t about to be left out. Her lips curled into a pout as she reached for her own astonishingly large breasts. “If no one’s gonna play with these, I’ll do it myself,” she giggled, her voice high-pitched and bubbly. She cupped one of her gargantuan tits in both hands, the soft flesh spilling between her fingers like mounds of dough. With a playful smirk, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick her own nipple before taking it into her mouth. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she suckled on herself, the sound wet and obscene.

Jake’s jaw dropped as he watched the two of them, his mind struggling to process the sheer absurdity—and undeniable allure—of the scene. Emily continued to pop her pecs, her flexing muscles drawing his attention, while Sophie’s self-indulgent display had him gripping the edge of the bed for support. “You two are… something else,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Emily laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she said, her biceps bulging as she struck another pose. Sophie, still sucking on her own tit, let out a muffled giggle, her eyes locking with Jake’s as if daring him to join in the fun.