Computer Lab

You grab a pair of headphones from your locker, so you can listen to the news along with reading it. Then you head to the computer lab.

Entering the computer lab you see Mrs. Sullivan, a teacher in her mid-thirties seated behind the desk in a button down crop-top at the front of the room. Melody is Mrs. Sullivan's student assistant who's leaning against her desk while they converse together. Melody is wearing a choker of black satin, a shiny red bikini top, a red pleated schoolgirl tartan mini-skirt, black thigh high leggings and impressive spike heels.

You take a seat in the middle of the room one seat in from the aisle. After a second to log-on, you check the world news, seeing it pretty much unchanged. Run-of-the-mill Middle East conflict, former Eastern bloc corruption and an Australian heatwave. Focusing more on national news, you start to notice changes a bit more. The female politicians looked a bit fitter and dressed more provocatively, while the female newscasters themselves looked like models dressed in little more than lingerie. As you get right down to local news you see a story about a new gentleman's club opening you think mainstream media wouldn't have picked up before. You run through the new movies being released salivating over the skimpy costumes of the leading ladies.

You open the word processing program on the computer and lean back thinking of more localized changes you could make. You weren't an unpopular guy, maybe a bit nerdy and geeky but this didn't have as much negative connotation since anime went mainstream on Adult Swim perhaps even Big Bang Theory improved the situation. Still you thought your status in the school could do with a bit of a bump up. The fact that you pulled up to school in a new Viper may have already helped your status. You think about how you're an A and B student, you have been on the Honor Roll now and again and you're also known for doing some tutoring. "What if I make tutoring cool?", You think to yourself. People look up to you for being smart and making money off it.

You think about how you improved your physique a little on the way in, you figure it'd be a good time to continue with those changes. Shape up the pecs some, add some muscle to the forearm, six-pack abs and just a bit of length and girth to the old Johnson.

You then consider the popular kids in school. In particular the hottest girls the boys had always drooled over, besides a lot of the popular boys had already been transferred out. This thought floods you with new memories you are able to compare to your old ones. You summon up in your mind, knowledge of the interests of a number of the cheerleaders. You are able to subtly improve your relationships with them, making a couple of them eternally grateful to you for tutoring you gave them, little things like memories of a pencil or notebook given to them before class when they we're unprepared. You then summon to mind the interests of the class President who also happens to be female. You improve your relationship with the her by implanting a couple of memories of you giving her advice on difficult topics. Looking over your notes you will the changes you thought of into reality, immediately feeling you body change as you get stronger.

Looking back to the front of the classroom you see Mrs. Sullivan is alternatively looking down at papers on her desk and her computer as she enters in some information. On the other hand you see Melody her dark hair with purple highlights cut at neck length framing her face, her brown eyes appear to be fixed on you with an almost ravenous look in them.

Truth be told you've been sporting a near embarrassing tent in your pants since nearly the moment you entered school. So you take off your headphones and pat the seat next to you.

Melody quickly plants herself in the seat next to you, laying a hand on your now thicker arm, she asks. "Is there anything I can help you with on the computer?"

You pat her hand saying. "No but I think there's something I can help you with. Is there anything, anything at all about your body you'd like to change?"

"Well you know?, I guess if I had bigger breasts I could get more attention from the males around me and that would bring me more success in general." Melody responds.

You look down at her B cup breasts under the glossy red bikini top. "Sure I could bring you up a cup size. Would you like more plump lips say a bit fuller, bee stung lips, if you will?" As you say it, you will her to believe in your ability to make these changes happen.

"Don't the boys call those cock-sucking lips?, but yeah I guess that'd be great too." Melody chirps, as she flushes with excitement.

"Well we should get out of here for a little bit, go somewhere a little more private. You'll probably need an excuse for Mrs. Sullivan, if you need to, tell her you're taking me to the nurse."

"There's no need for that I can just tell her I'm delivering computer club fliers." Melody informs you.

"That's super." You say enthusiastically.