New self

The headset sealed out the room. Soft light pulsed behind Jasmine’s closed eyelids, then the screens lit up in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. A low tone hummed straight into her ears, vibrating through her skull. A woman’s voice, warm and endlessly patient, began speaking in short, repeating loops.

“Empty head. Soft head. Pretty thoughts only.

Your body is changing. You want it to change.

Bigger. Softer. Sexier.

Feel it happening. Feel how good it is.”

Jasmine’s breathing slowed. The last scraps of ordinary thought grew heavy and distant, like they were sinking under warm water. Her lips parted. A soft, wordless sound escaped her throat.

Outside the headset, Logan and David moved quietly around the table. The laser array lowered into position on articulated arms. Soft red targeting lights traced over her face, chest, and hips. The system had already mapped the desired proportions from the card: fuller lips, significantly larger breasts, a thicker, rounder ass. Temporary soft-tissue expansion first, with the option for longer-lasting results later if the house decided she was worth keeping in this shape.

David activated the first sequence.

A warm, deep pressure bloomed across Jasmine’s mouth. Her lips began to swell, slow and steady, growing plumper and softer until they looked permanently parted and glossy even without the makeup. She made a small, surprised moan as the sensation rolled through her. The VR voice immediately rewarded it.

“Good girl. Feel your lips getting bigger. Feel how kissable they are. Every time they tingle, you get wetter.”

The lasers shifted lower. Heat and a deep, stretching fullness spread through her chest. Her breasts began to expand under the ill-fitting pink top. The fabric that had gapped before now stretched tight, then tighter, the open cross design forced wide as her tits swelled upward and outward. Soft, heavy, sensitive. The material dug into the new curves and still couldn’t contain them. Her nipples stiffened hard against the thin fabric.

Jasmine’s back arched off the table. A sharp, high cry tore out of her as the first orgasm hit—sudden, intense, and completely out of her control. Her thighs shook. The short skirt rode up completely. Wetness slicked the insides of her legs.

The voice in the headset never stopped.

“That’s right. Cum while you grow.

Bigger tits feel better. Bigger tits make you cum harder.

Your head is getting emptier every time you climax.

Good bimbo. Empty bimbo.”

The lasers moved again. Heat and pressure wrapped around her hips and ass. The flesh there began to swell, rounding out, lifting, thickening until the tiny pink skirt was stretched obscenely tight across the new curves. Every pulse of growth sent another wave of pleasure straight through her core.

Jasmine came again, harder. Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides. Her swollen lips formed silent shapes. Inside the headset the images shifted to endless loops of exaggerated bimbo bodies—huge tits, fat asses, glossy lips, vacant happy eyes—while the voice kept drilling the same simple truths deeper.

“You don’t need complicated thoughts.

You need to be soft.

You need to be sexy.

You need to cum.”

The third orgasm ripped through her while her breasts were still expanding. The fourth hit as her ass finished rounding out. By the fifth she was sobbing with pleasure, body jerking on the table, the pink outfit now stretched to its limits around a shape that finally matched the card. Her lips were full and pillowy. Her tits were heavy, high, and sensitive enough that the brush of the fabric alone kept her on the edge. Her ass filled the skirt completely, round and soft.

David dialed the lasers down. The growth stopped. The headset continued for another two minutes of pure reinforcement while Jasmine’s body twitched through aftershocks, completely limp, mind floating in a warm, blank haze.

When Logan finally lifted the headset away, her eyes were glassy and bright. A slow, dazed smile spread across her newly plump lips. She looked down at herself—at the way the pink top barely contained her much larger breasts, at the skirt stretched tight over her thicker hips and ass—and let out a soft, happy little sound.

“Pwetty…” she whispered, voice thick, slow, and higher than before. “I feel so… empwy. An’ so full at da same time.”

Logan rested a hand on her swollen breast, giving it a light squeeze. She moaned and arched into the touch immediately, the sound coming out as a soft, slutty little whimper.

Jasmine blinked up at him, pupils wide, lips parted and shiny.

“All quiet an’ floaty,” she answered, words coming out soft and slightly slurred. “Like… my brain got all soft an’ stoopwid. Just wants ta feel good an’ look sexy. Is that okay?”

She giggled, the sound airy and empty, and gave her heavy new tits a little bounce with both hands like she couldn’t help herself.