You instantly start changing people

As soon as you arrived, you dropped you bags in your room and went quickly to the main dining hall. This seemed to be where everyone was currently hanging out, and where you would find your first “target”.

Dena.

Dena was what could only be described as Innocent. She was a 24 year old girl, only 5 foot and half an inch tall, small B cup boobs, and black, shoulder length, hair. Her face was also very innocent, with her resting face being a worried look, rather than the typical resting bitch face everyone hears about.

Today she was wearing a black skirt, as she always wore skirts, and a slightly loose white top, with a black cardigan over her shirt.

You decided you wanted to change her resting face, it was too worried. She always looked like she had just seen a car blow up. Instead, you focussed on changing it to a resting aroused face. She would now bite the corners of her lips regularly, play with her hair, and her eyes would look like they are half rolling back in her head. She won’t realise what she looks like, you decided, and instead made it so that everyone thought this was normal.

You felt the ripple and enjoyed looking at some of the other guys around the room, who were now sneaking glances at her every now and then, some who didn’t know her being tricked by her resting face, and those who did know her just being aroused by her resting face.

What did this change do to her as a person, or personality wise, absolutely nothing. She wasn’t any more flirty, she was just as shy as ever.

You were sitting across the room from her, with your back to a wall, so you could easily open up facebook or something on your phone to browse photos, and you opened up her profile, to see what recent pictures there were. The most recent one was actually uploaded today, she was sitting on the wall outside with a friend with a grin which was unusual to her, at least it was before you changed her resting face. She was leaning forwards slightly, and your eyes were drawn to her boobs, obviously.

Because she was leaning forwards, they looked slightly larger, and because at the same time she had her arm around her friend, her shirt was pulled taught, which made them look even more perfect. You looked up from the phone, and decided you wanted to see what she looked like with D cup boobs.

You focussed again and watched as she took a sudden deep breath of air, sitting up from her slouched position, straightening her back, and pushing her breasts out slightly. She didn’t realise anything, as she just assumed this was how she normally sat. You didn’t see her return to her normal posture, or push her boobs back in, because they started growing. In the previous change you also changed all her clothing to match, so her white shirt and bra was growing with her new chest, but, it seems that in this reality, she was a bit more adventurous. Her shirt was now very clearly a tight white top, but she still wore the black skirt and cardigan. Scanning her mind, you discovered she was still rather shy, and easily embarrassed. You make a quick addition to her personality and mind, in that she enjoys people looking at her boobs. After this addition was made, you looked at her posture again, and she was sitting with an even straighter back, and her boobs were sticking out even further.

You hopped onto facebook again to check the image, and sure enough it had changed. Her breasts were hanging down, looking like they were straining the top and almost snapping it. You also noticed that her smile was slightly different; it had a more, cheeky look to it.

A quick scan of her mind from that time period explained why, the person taking the photo was a guy, and she has this ability to tell if a guy is looking at her boobs or not, and he was.

You watched as Dena got up from her chair and walked over to her friend Josh, also 24, and sat down at the table with him. To you it seemed like it took ages for her to get there, as you were mesmerised by the bouncing of her boobs. Previously they had been held perfectly positioned on her chest by her bra, barely moving. Now, when they’re a D cup, each step they bounce, even in her perfectly fitting bra. They bounced a couple more times when she sat down and, while she started to join in the conversation, you watched as she adjusted her bra, lifting her new boobs up to a more comfortable position, using her bra strap.