Nah! Forget it!

Dear Readers,

Okay. So. I've been trying to figure out which way to go from last chapter. I wanted to make multiple choices so that you readers can take your pick of what to read but I've been having trouble focusing on 2 routes at the same time, so I'll just continue and finish with this route first then see if I might come back and begin the other route. This is subject to change, of course, because I can't just focus on one thing. I'm scatterbrained like that. Besides, I'm kind of biased towards girls with a little bit of extra meat- and I don't just mean on their behinds! Anyway, on with the story...

From, ZipperTee

How the hell could you even think about getting rid of your little junior!? The very thought- the very concept of removing it sends shivers of fear up your spine.

No! You're keeping it! Besides, there's nothing wrong with a girl having a dick...!

Huh.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you completely drink in your new appearance.

Your body is completely different from how it was but moments ago. Your skin is smooth and your height is still at it's new place while you're far more curvier than most girls you've known personally. Your hair still retains it's appearance; neck length and wavy; but it's slightly shinier and running a cursory hand through it finds it to be much softer now as well. These changes... wait! That's right- the last thing you changed...

Unable to resist the temptation, you spin around to gaze at your new and majorly improved bodacious backside.

As expected, you are most certainly not disappointed as your globular cheeks wobble into view. While not absolutely massive, they're still quite the magnificent sight as they jiggle slightly with each small step you take. You decide to wiggle your hips- watching as your cheeks wibble-wobble like two planets made of jell-o. Your pair of gelatinous globes dance like jellyfish in a rough current and you're almost hypnotized by the sight alone as you watch the small waves of ass-fat ricochet across your skin. You think about twerking or something but then remember that you don't actually know how to do that. Damn, you wish you knew-

In the next moment, your mind is assaulted by a sudden flow of information. The event shocks you enough to make you involuntarily keel over in surprise, smashing your butt against the wall behind you and nearly banging your head on the edge of the sink's counter. Your head throbs very slightly as your brain compiles and process the information that it has suddenly been injected with.

Then you realize that you know how to twerk.

What the fuck.

You quickly turn around and lean over slightly away from the mirror. Spreading your legs just so, you begin to work your thighs and glutes in such a way that it- oh fuck it- you're twerking! You're throwing your ass back as though you've been doing it all your life. You're practically an expert! You can even name each muscle that goes into making your fat cheeks clap and bounce with such erratic yet temptatious movements.

What the FUCK!

You cease your movements and lean against the sink's counter, placing your hands on the edge of it to balance yourself.

Okay. So. You can just give yourself skills? Just like that? The very thought of such a broken ability gives you the feeling of a being a child in a candy store. You absolutely NEED to find the limits of this power of yours.

You leave the restroom, deciding that you've had enough transformations for today with this new info settling down in your mind. Besides, you're pretty happy with your new body. Then you remember that your clothes are still on the restroom floor and you scurry to put them all back on, only to find that they don't quite fit you like they used to. You suppose you'll have to go clothes shopping now. Ugh. You're not quite sure if you've got the money for that...