Jerry to Jerri, pt 2

Ryan considered Jerry's body. Her height was as good a place to start - Ryan incremented Jerry's height until the top of her scalp came up to his eyes. He noticed how her waist thinned and the waist of her jeans adjusted to match, while her shirt remained the same and hung loose over her belt.

"Huh, so you're weight stays the same..." Ryan turned the clothing adjustment off and found the settings for weight. It was expressed as a combination of fat, muscle, and bone, with an option to lock or unlock height. Ryan locked Jerry's current height (about 5'6"? 5'7"?) and her ratio of tissue types, then rolled her weight back. After ten pounds, Jerry gave a nervous laugh as her pants slipped down to her thighs and she had to pull them back up. After thirty pounds, she was visibly folding her waistband over itself to keep the loose pants up.

"Get naked." Ryan grinned wolfishly. "Let me see you. I gotta see what I'm working with."

"Yeah, yeah, makes sense," There was a hint of trepidation in Jerry's voice, but she was too compliant and too certain of Ryan's right to change her to argue. Jerry kicked off her shoes. Letting her now too-big jeans fall to the floor, she stepped out of them while undoing her shirt and dropped it off her shoulders. Jerry stepped out from behind the bar, leaning on the corner to pull off her socks. She already looked fine for a woman in her fifties - a bit matronly and a bit butch, with small breasts and a slight pear shape, with thick pubes and pits and cellulite spread over her thighs. But Ryan had already decided the goal with 'pornographic'.

Ryan found the bust-hip-waist ratios and adjusted the numbers to hourglass proportions. Jerry's stomach tucked in while her thighs and rump lost some of their flare; the mass reappeared on her swelling breasts. The redistribution actually made her look a little more svelte, but it was temporary. Ryan uncoupled the tissues that made up Jerry's total body weight and raised her fat. Her butt swelled to a booty and her boobs swelled into tits, with just a bit of a chubby tummy.

"I can guess where you're heads at." Jerry chuckled, hefted one sizeable boob, with it's dark 2-inch areolae, in one hand. She gave her jiggly ass a loud smack.

"Check yourself out." Ryan gestured towards the bar mirror. Jerry turned around just as her face shifted from a square shape to a heart-shaped one, with a tapered jaw and higher cheekbones. She watched her hair thicken and lengthen, until salt-and-pepper curls rested on her neck.

"Wow, I'm hot," Jerry said her gruff, smoky voice, only slightly higher than her original one.

"Say that again," Ryan looked up the voice options.

"I said, I'm..." Jerry paused, awestruck at her new smooth contralto. "I'm hot."