A generous buff.

It's not like you have to do anything too crazy to yourself... but, then, there's no reason not to at least try, right? You deserve a little something for the years of torment you've had to endure, and if you don't like how you end up looking, then you can just undo it with a couple clicks of your mouse.

"How important is wording..." You mumble, propping your head up on your chin as you stare at the program. 'Should I treat this like a genie? Or does it read my intent just as much as what I input?' It's a fucking reality-altering program, after all. It can do a little mind reading. So, with some reassurance, you type out your second entry of what you're now pretty sure will be many.

{ I have a fairly generous hourglass figure, a little chubby too, and everyone around me will remember me always having looked like this. }

The heat came back, and stayed a bit longer this time. Your eyelashes flutter beyond your control, and a little moan rips free as you start to feel the changes. Everything happens at once, but the first thing you notice is your chest because each shifting movement you make has a more profound effect on it. Wobbling more and more as they slowly rise through tiers of cup size. B, C, D, E, slowly approaching your head in scale. The bra you wore beneath your shirt (more for the sake of your nipples than any need for support) was changing too, warping from some cheap and plain thing into a more heavy-duty sports bra that zipped up in the front.

"Jesus..." You gasp, but that's not all that's happening. Below your breasts, your flat stomach sticks out a little further with each exhale. At first taut and round, but softening and gaining a subtle crease as it becomes just big enough to split into two rolls on your lap. Not enough to get anywhere near as prominent as your breasts, but a measure to smooth out what comes next.

"Mmfffuck... why's it feel so..." You'd have thought that the change would be as inoffensive as getting shorter, but as your thighs and ass fill out the desk chair more than they ever dared to before, you feel amazing. You can feel the fabric stretching perfectly in time with your growth as reality dictates that you always wore the right size for your body, but that doesn't stop the illusion that your pants are getting tighter as your thighs more than double in size before slowing.

You didn't dare move for a few seconds even after the warmth faded, just taking steady breaths and collecting yourself. You needed to take a look at yourself, to see what you looked like now, so you carefully spun your chair and hopped off. Your breasts wobble and your thighs jiggles slightly, and you can't help feeling giddy before you ever get a look at yourself.

Thankfully, whatever ripples of change came from being so well-endowed didn't get rid of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, allowing you to see your new body in its full glory. You were an hourglass, but your thighs managed to dominate the look and leave you looking bottom-heavy in the end. Your graphic tee hugged the prominent curve of your chest, loosely hugging your pleasantly plump belly. Your jeans squeezed your generous lower half, and when you turn to the side you can't help whistling at the shelf you sport behind you.

'Maybe... maybe a bit excessive.' Yet, at the same time, is it? As far as the world cares, this is how you've always looked. You're not excessive, this is just how you developed. These are the things you tell yourself as you cement it in your head that you're not undoing it without ever saying the words to yourself. Undoing things can come later... for now, you need to decide if you're going to keep messing with the program, or maybe go out and flaunt your new figure.