She wants bigger boobs

You want me to change your breasts? Jim asked with a sly grin. He didn't expect her to be so willing to change such an standout aspect about herself right off the bat. Remember, to Lisa every change is her "second" change before she actually gets it. Once she's received said change it'll be remembered as her first, and then were back to looking for her "second" once again..

Yea.. I still don't know what the fuck the first change was, but I want to be like.. What do you guys call it? Big tiddy goth GF or something? I also thought about the tattoo and piercing options, but I realized I can just fucking get them myself. I can even decide which ones I want, get some really good shit, you know?. As she talked about possible ink and piercings she let her hands roam around the particular areas she had in mind.

This. Is. EPIC! Jim thought. He'd want to change her boobs but didn't necessarily want to suggest it himself. He was also very keen on adding some piercings and tattoos to her body. She was never ever in a million years suggest that herself a couple of changes ago. Maybe the accommodation change made her want to become "More" goth. Given how she's been transformed twice now with a goth theme in mind, it would make sense for her to keep going on her own accord due to being accommodating. He didn't know for sure, but that seemed to be the obvious explanation.

..So how big do you want to go? Double D's?

I was thinking something more like huge fucking tits, like a G cup or something. Make them real though, or else I'll fuck you up. She bit her lower lip as she looked at her boyfriend.

Holy hell, what's going on?? This keeps getting better and better! Hm. Okay, still got to wait until tomorrow before I've got another change to make. Until then..

What do you think about getting those tattoos and piercings today? Might as well keep going at this point. They had no plans for the day anyways.

Thought you'd never fucking ask. Get dressed you bastard, were gonna fuck up my skin. God how turned on it made Jim to hear her talk like that.

Jim grabbed whatever was closest. A gray hoodie and some red shorts. He felt underdressed compared to what his girlfriend wore, though. She looked so hot dressed like that. Maybe he should change her figure. Sure, big boobs sounded equally alluring, but giving her an hourglass figure would slim her down quite a bit, and make her breasts look bigger. Maybe that was the way to go? Still.. He was still inclined to follow his girlfriends wishes too, it was her body after all..

As then went into the hallway to put on shoes, Lisa retrieved some matt black and purple platform boots. She didn't like tall boots, she wanted to show off her legs after all. All the more reason to show them off after she'd gotten her ink, too!

Are you gonna just stand there and drool like a fucking ape or are you gonna come? Jim had been absolutely entranced with the way Lisa moved about in her tall platform heels.
As they stepped out of the apartment complex Lisa suddenly did a 180 and went right back inside. Before Jim even had the chance to ask if she forgot something she was gone. Probably forgot her purse or something stupid he thought.

When she finally did come back out she was carrying an umbrella. Nothing goth, just a regular bland blue umbrella? Looking up at the sky there wasn't a single cloud in sight. It was really sunny outside actually.

Gotta' watch my complexion y'know, Be a pain in my fucking ass if I got a tan, would've had to spend months indoors to lose it.. Wow. First of all, the old Lisa wouldn't have minded a tan. Second, she would've taken ANY excuse to stay indoors for long periods of time. Was this new Lisa more ..confident? Thirdly, none of her changes had mentioned ANYTHING about her complexion? Must be her accommodating mindset making her compelled to have pale skin..
You fucking coming or what? You're such a god damn slowpoke. Truth be told, the swearing was hot. Her new found confidence was ..weird, maybe he'll change her to be more.. mousy again. Part of why their relationship had worked in the past was that Jim was the extroverted social one, and Lisa was the introverted shy one. This new Lisa was the opposite of shy. She actually sought attention. Maybe he should make her more docile? Perhaps knock her confidence down a few notches. Just to regain control of their relationships tempo.. That's fair, right?

They'd been to five different tattoo parlors, none of which had an opening. Jim had listed all the most "reputable" tattoo parlors the small town had to offer. No dice. Lisa on the other hand was 100 percent dead set on getting ink TODAY. This meant they had to go to slightly less ..esteemed parlors. And less, and less, and less. Until eventually the only remaining place was the best known parlor in town. Unfortunately it was known for all the wrong reasons. The tattooist had a habit of being so generous as to give his customers ..additional ink. Things they hadn't asked for. One such customer was Paris Barclay. She was come from one of the richest families in town. She wasn't really "street smart" having lived all her life in a closed community somewhere in the hills. On her eighteenth birthday she'd decided to get a tattoo. She didn't know any better. She went into the first place which said "tattoo parlor" on the sign.
All she wanted was a discreet tattoo. A little heart right above her vagina. Something easily concealable by request of her loving boyfriend and future husband. Sleazy Chet had gone "above and beyond" what she'd asked for. Her tattoo was supposed to be low enough to be concealed by pants, shorts, skirts or even a bikini. What she got was so far up not even regular pants could cover it. She'd never be able to show belly in any of her outfits ever again. Going to the beach or pool parties was gonna be a nightmare until she got it removed. But that wasn't the worst part. As shed laid there on his tattoo chair while he prepped the equipment they'd talked. Paris had at some point mentioned she got her tattoo because of her boyfriend who she'd called Zac. His name wasn't actually Zac but Paris didn't see any reason to give away too much to this very suspicious character. Right as Chet had finished she'd gotten up and left without even looking at the tattoo. She wanted to see it for the first time when she showed it to her boyfriend, who's actual name was Robert. When she finally did get to show Robert her tattoo they'd both gotten quite the nasty surprise. What she'd actually gotten was a not-so-discreet text. "Zac's cum-cavity". The heart she'd wanted? It was the dot over the I.. Needless to say Robert broke up with her then and there, told her to go live with Zac or who ever she was letting raw-dog her.

With this in mind Lisa still thought it'd be better to get her tattoos done by "Sleazy Chet" than make an appointment with any other parlor and wait ONE DAY. Her new vulgar nature along the accommodation change was one helluva combo. Jim was given strict instructions to wait outside while she got her work done.

What've we got here? A fine lil' untouched piece of meat is what I tell you. Sleazy as ever Chet didn't even make an effort to come across as trustworthy.
You looking for ink or maybe a few stings? You seem like the kinda gal to get both.. Sting in this case meant piercings, which happened to be one of Chet's specialties.

I'll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me, in return I'll blow you and get everything for free, seem fair? This response blew even Chet away. He'd struck the motherload. Not only was he gonna get the chance to "decorate" someone just the way he wanted, he even got to try out her obscene lips as payment for something he'd otherwise do for free.

I don't usually get dirty with fat chicks, but I'll make an exception, just for you. Head to the back, undress and sit down. I'll get my shit first. Lisa was already headed for the studio as he finished the sentence. She didn't even hesitate to undress. Removing everything, even her panties. She let her pudgy thigs and butt sit down on the cold leather chair. She got goosebumps all over as her back followed, leaning back as she waited for Chet to get ready.

Not the most flattering body, but your lips are something else miss. I can't wait to feel them around my cock. I haven't cleaned it in a couple of weeks, hope you don't mind..

As long as you don't fucking rush it. If you do a good job I'll let you finish on my face.. An irresistible offer he had to admit.

When everything was set and done he got to work. Starting high and working his way down.

Thinking he was the funniest guy ever Chet gave her a tattoo that read "Blessed" right above her left eye, slightly slanted between her eye and hairline. The "joke" was one only Chet would get, as he thought that all goth's were Satanists. Getting blessed and other religious symbols permanently inked on her body was hilarious, at least to him.. Underneath her right eye he gave her a black cross. How clever.. To balance it out, he added a tear which was obviously just a drop of semen under her left.

As he worked his way down he gave her a "necklace" of sorts. Basically a continuous rope of cum around her neck. Given how easily shed given up her mouth to him he saw it as only fitting..

Further below came her breasts, on which Chet thought it'd be hilarious to write "Fat, not flat" on top of her tits. Fat being located on her right breast, flat on her left. With not written a little higher in between.
Just under where her right boob would've ended had she been standing up she got a poorly made replica of Atlas, who was known for holding the earth up. The world in this case obviously being her tit flesh..
Nearing her privates he stopped just bellow her belly button. Before he got to work he asked if she had a boyfriend, to which she replied yes. Shame.. I don't know for what, but his name is Jim. Go nuts.. she replied.
As if she'd read his mind.. Her phrasing did give Chet an idea though. Right above her vagina he drew a squirrel holding an acorn which was actually just a big blob of dripping semen. It was standing on some text, which looked as though it was the ground. "Nut chamber". The U was drawn to look like a hole that the squirrel had dug, presumably to store it's "nuts". He could barely hold his laughter as he did the finishing touches on this one. At this point he looked like a giddy child as he worked.

He gave her a few smaller motifs before he asked her to turn around and present her back. Amongst these smaller ones were several bracelets running up both arms with the now familiar dripping cum ropes. She also had similar ancle bracelets. On each of her thighs she had "sinner" and "devout" written out in flaming letters. Again playing to what he thought was a stan of Satan. On her inner right thigh she had "divine" written with a flaming halo above the I and an arrow pointed directly at her vagina. On her left inner thigh was "Forbidden fruit" with a similar arrow.

Satisfied with the first half of his work he started on her back. Again starting high and working his way down. First he made an actually pretty decent portrait of virgin Mary between her shoulder blades. It could actually pass as decent, hadn't it been for the fact that she was giving hand jobs to two severed penises, cum sprayed all over her face.

On her mid back there appeared to be a witch riding a cock like a broom? Cum spraying behind her as she went. At least Chet was being original, though his obsession with semen was rather.. concerning.
Above her ass she received a very expected tramp stamp. "semen demon". Nothing to add here.

Finally, just below each of her Gluteal sulcus', or as we non medical people like to say: "The part of her ass where it transitions into thigh but isn't quite thigh yet" she had "Jimmy's" and "Cumslut" written in janky letters.

At long last. Chet had spent almost two hours on her at this point, but he wasn't finished yet. He still had some piercings to give. Following his usual routine he started with her face. Not being one for symmetry he gave her six silver rings running up her left ear, but only five on her right. Maybe that was all he had lying around? Not nearly finished with her ears he gave both of her earlobes gaping holes held by silver rings. Hanging from the rings were "fallen angel wings". He finished up by adding two black bars. One going from top to bottom in each ear.
Moving on, her face was next. She got three studs in her left eyebrow and two in her right. Again with the asymmetry, is Chet some sort of mathematical genius and were just too dumb to see the true art? He also put one through the root of her nose. He also added a ring on her right nostril. Finally he added two to piercings to her tongue.

Satisfied with her face he moved to her nipples. On top of the standard nipple rods he added a "triple chain" which linked her nipples together. If she wanted, she could unlock the top and bottom chain at the center and attach the top one to her choker, and the bottom one to what eventually became her navel piercing. Along with the ring now sat in her navel there was an upside down cross, dangling from the aforementioned ring. Again with the satanic stuff? She should probably correct him.. Well, too late now.
Finally came the clit piercing. Chet took his sweet time clipping it in there, making sure he got a good feel. Judging by how Lisa's hips bucked slightly, it's fair to assume it was a little pleasurable for her.

Done and done. Before I let you see yourself, I'll be claiming my reward. Lisa was just eager to get out of the chair at this point and gladly complied. She got on her knees and waited for Chet to unzip his pants.
My hands are tired.. You unzip em'. "Ugh, whatever.." was her only response. Once she'd manage to fish Chet's cock out of his trousers she Lisa was struck by the immediate stench of poor dick hygiene. As she pulled his foreskin back she could see the buildup of crusty smegma. Incredibly enough, she wasn't appalled at all by Chet's lack of basic hygiene. In fact, it kind of excited her a bit. Lisa was starting to become quite the freak. It's already been mentioned, but it deserves another. The vulgar and the accommodation change are really shaping her as a person now. Anyways, she got to sucking. She could feel the flakes of dick cheese get stuck in her teeth, sometimes one or two would slip past them and towards her throat. Lisa paid them no mind at all, actually making a little game out of trying to ingest as much of Chet's man butter as she could. As he neared his climax, Chet demanded she finish him off by hand. Allowing him to spray what appeared to be weeks of pent up spunk.

Here, clean yerself up, skank. Chet threw her a crusty rag. Probably used as a cumrag on slow days. Unmoved by this fact, Lisa got to wiping her face and hair. Trying to get it all so Jim wouldn't notice. As she finished up she got a good look at herself in the standing mirror in the back right corner of the studio. The piercings, the ink. The whole package really was much ..better!? than she imagined it'd be. She wanted something vulgar. Really vulgar, but she couldn't let Jim know that, that's why she told him to wait outside. He'd never go along with it. She couldn't wait to see his reaction. Just as she was about to turn around and head out she spotted a stray drop of cum on just below her lip. She used her tongue and licked it clean, letting her new tongue piercings shine to the world for the first time. Yum.

As she stepped through the beads covering the doorway from the shop to the actual studio she saw Jim. He was sat in one of the waiting chairs, reading some article about juicing on a lifting subreddit. She was prepared for a negative response. Visible frustration and disapproval. What she was actually met with was pure rage.

HOW.. WHAT EVEN. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY GIRLFRIEND YOU SICK FUCK? Jim shouted at the top of his lungs towards Chet, who had just come into the waiting area after zipping his pants back up.

Nothing this little tramp didn't want, ain't that right you filthy bitch?

Damn right, and I wouldn't want them any other fucking way. Lisa added.

What? You wanted this? I CAN NEVER BE SEEN WITH YOU IN PUBLIC AGAIN, YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT, RIGHT?!? I thought you'd just get some roses or some shit, maybe some nipple piercings, not all this crap! What even is that, IS THAT CUM? HOLY SHIT IS ALL OF THAT JUST CUM? LOOK AT YOUR ARMS LISA! ARE WE NOT SEING THE SAME THINGS HERE??

Jim was at a complete loss, his rage quickly turned to desperation. He had to fix this somehow, there was no way they could function as a couple the way she was now. The app, THE APP! he thought. He could just remove her tattoos himself. After all, the piercings were relatively benign compared to her "artwork". He grabbed his phone and quickly navigated to the Adequately Inadequate: Couples edition!™ app. He went straight to the tattoo bracket and got to typing.

"My partner's tattoos are trashy and vulgar. If I could change her tattoos, I'd remove them completely".

He clicked submit as soon as he finished typing and impatiently waited for something to happen. After what felt like an eternity he got a notification on his phone. "Attempt to perform additional daily change identified. Issuing punishment". Jim had no idea what this meant, but it sure as hell couldn't be good. Would the app punish him? her? What kind of punishment should he expect? His mind raced, he was actually getting more nervous now. He'd somehow managed to make the situation worse. His rage concerning Lisa's tattoos completely overshadowed by the imminent punishment.