Making Plans

"So, I think Mum's tits and yours are plenty big already, Brenda."

"Thank goodness," Chelsea sighed with relief. "I'd hate to have to carry around those beanbags I see some of the mothers with at work."

Max corrected her. "They can always increase your back support to compensate, don't worry. I guess I should have said they’re plenty big for now. I think we should try to be a little more creative with your first mods."

He scanned the brochures laid out in front of them. Augmentations, reductions, even race and sex changes. Where to start first?

Justin, his little brother, piped up.

"I think it'd be awesome if I could have more muscle."

Max laughed. "The last thing I need is my little bro being more ripped than me."

"Aww," pouted Justin.

"Don't worry, we’ll get to you eventually."

Brenda had a suggestion this time. "What if, like, my skin was much smoother? I have so much trouble with blackheads and pimples sometimes, I just want all of that gone!"

Max raised his eyebrows at his sister's unexpected cooperation, but figured it was either Brenda’s existing vanity, or a chance to maintain some control over her body. "That's actually a really good idea, sis. Sure. I'll put you down for a skin treat."

"Me too please!" said Chelsea, getting into the spirit of things. "I could stand to get rid of some wrinkles."

"Alright, two skin improvements."

"Um... I'd like healthier skin too please," said Libby, Max's unassuming younger sister.

"Sure. You know what, at that point they throw in another procedure for free so I'll have all four of you get it."

"Wait!" said Justin. "Do I really need that?"

"Why not? You don’t get a ton of acne, but we might as well. Don’t make this complicated, bud."

"Well, okay... I mean, if it makes me more attractive to girls, I guess it's fine..."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," said Max. "Next up. Brenda! Have you ever wanted to go blonde?"

She curled her hair between her fingers. "Not really, I'm not into that bleached look."

"Okay, how about some mental mods instead?"

"No! Uh... Blonde is good. I can experiment." Brenda **** a smile.

Chelsea was flipping though pamphlets "Is there anything that can help me keep the weight off? When you get older, that gets harder to do, even without a desk job."

Justin, always the curious type, pointed out a slimming mod that could regulate a person's metabolism.

"Good eye, Justin,” Max nodded. “How about I get that for the both of you?"

Chelsea looked ecstatic but Justin was less than pleased. "How am I supposed to bulk up if my metabolism keeps bringing me down?"

"Bro, you've been trying to bulk up for years. Face it, you're skinny, and this will keep you that way, even if you eat all the junk food you want. Pretty sweet deal, huh?"

"I guess that would be nice... Why don't you get it too then?"

Max looked almost offended for a second. "I'm doing this for you guys."

"Sure," scoffed Brenda.

"Wow... Is that an ad for penis enlargement? Like, one that actually works?" gasped Libby.

"Okay, I can probably splurge on one enhancement for myself." said Max.

Everyone laughed, and the remaining tension seemed to escape the room. Their discussion went on into the night. Soon Max's family would be reshaped in ways they had never imagined.