That photoshoot idea sounded fun...

Yes, Yana had always enjoyed the idea of being pretty, of being desired by others for her looks. She had always been a rather plain-looking girl until just a few moments ago, so she had had to settle for being desired for what was inside of her. She'd had a few flings, a couple of dates and hook-ups, but nothing_ _firm, no real, romantic relationship. The wish to be desired for her looks was far more superficial; it was an idea that she found thrilling. Not fulfilling like a romance, but far more exciting. Being the object of desire and lust of people from around the world, yet out of reach for all of them. At the **** end, fantasies of being able to wrap anyone around her little finger with a wink and a smile, rendering them willing to do anything for her approval.

She stood up again and stretched with a yawn. Her latex suit did not even creak or squeak; its fit was nothing less than perfect. Well, aside from still having an opening at her crotch. She willed it to close, though anyone looking closely would see a bit of cameltoe under that shiny rubber. The chair bore a few stains of her juices. Gesturing towards them, a pale mist shot out from her palm, seeping into the chair and then dissipating, leaving not a trace of the lust she had released there mere moments ago.

The burgeoning goddess stepped back in front of the mirror to enjoy the look of herself once more. Was this how she had always wanted to look? An ideal version of herself, a wish that the suit had brought to life without a conscious wish of her own? She liked what she saw, of course. Her breasts were large; large enough to be an object of envy for women and of jealousy for men, yet just barely within the realm of reason, helped by their natural perkiness. Her waist was slender, but healthy-looking - it was the result of a perfectly shaped body, not of being underweight. Her belly was fit, clearly seeming athletic even through the latex, though not enough to display muscle tone. A perfect balance of refined femininity.

What surprised her most, however, was her eyes. Something had nagged her about her mirror image, but it was only on closer inspection that she realised her eyes had gone from brown to bright blue, the same colour as Anna's had been. That couldn't be right, could it? Were Goddesses always supposed to have blue eyes? Perhaps the suit hadn't given Yana her optimal body - but simply applied some of the features that Anna had had last time she wore it? As much as she had loved Anna, she did not want to be Anna. With a moment of concentration, her eyes changed back from the almost electric blue to their good old brown, and suddenly her face felt a lot more familiar. Even with her cheeks rounded out and all the imperfections removed, she was now recognisably Yana again, albeit a far more beautiful Yana.

One final adjustment. While the suit had grown her breasts, her ass had actually been slimmed down. It had lost a bit of fat, and the shape was certainly far more pleasing now - but it could do with regaining a bit of its size. Placing her hands on her ass, she kneaded her latex-covered fingers against its likewise latex-covered surface for a few moments, then pulled her hands outward - and a warmth filled her asscheeks as they followed along, growing while maintaining their new perfect shape. A perfect bubble butt, one that any other woman would need to work out for. Muscle, covered in a pleasant layer of softness. The perfect ass, balancing out her grown breasts.

Now Yana was ready. Or at least, she thought she was. But how did one go about doing a photoshoot? She could simply will a camera into existence and start posing, of course - but perhaps it would be better to have a photographer along, at least for the first time. But that was one thing she didn't even need omnipotence for - her friend, Sara, was a photographer after all! Granted, she was more of a hobbyist wildlife photographer, not a professional fashion photographer, but surely it was better than nothing, and Yana did enjoy spending time with her. Reaching for her phone, her suit obviously had no pockets, and she realised that it would still be in her handbag, which she had taken off when changing to the latex suit. She was about to go and pick it up, but then stopped in her tracks. She could do better.

She held out her hand, intended for her phone to be right there, and then it was. She looked it over for a moment. It was an older model, and even then it had been one of the cheaper options at the time. It had served her well, but the cover was starting to tear apart, and there were a few scratches in the glass. She didn't want to have the best, most expensive phone of the fanciest brand. She wanted something better, something more exclusive. She brushed her finger across the screen, and the worn glass became brand new. She ripped the worn cover off, then gave the backside the same treatment - erasing any branding and leaving it only shiny, reflective black. Indestructible, of course. Computing power to rival the greatest supercomputers, storage potential greater than any datacenter. All fitting in the palm of her hand.

Beeeeeeep. Beeeeeeep. Beeeeeeep. Calling still worked exactly the same. Perhaps she'd have to make that more efficient at some point. For now, it would do.

"Hiya Yana," came Sara's rather excitable voice from the other end of the line. "What do I owe the call? Anything wrong?" When had they last had a call? Years ago? Probably. It seemed everything happened over text these days.

"Oh, not in the slightest," Yana replied. She was again slightly surprised by her own voice; it wasn't normally that sultry. Even just innocent words like these made her feel like she was trying to seduce Sara.

Maybe she was.

"I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to hang out? And, well, I'm a bit excited. It turns out that Anna left me quite a bit of an inheritance. Including her entire villa," she continued.

Sara hesitated for a moment. It had to be the voice, right? Yana figured that she still sounded Yana-like, but the difference was undeniable, and Sara would certainly have picked up on that. "What, seriously? No way. That's crazy, girl. You aren't pulling my leg here?"

"Nope, it's all true! She left me some other things too. And uhh, I got a bit inspired, so I wanted to ask you... have you ever considered photographing people before?"

"What, fancying yourself a photomodel now? Well, I did take an odd job as a wedding photographer once..." Sara sounded a bit sceptical, but open to trying something fun with her friend.

"I'd say that places you firmly in the top-1 of photographers that I know," Yana chuckled. "Wanna come over? I'm at Anna's... well, my house right now; I'll send you the address."

"What, right now?" Oh, right. Sara had never been one for too much spontaneity.

"Well, it's Saturday..."

"Alright," Sara relented without much pressure, "but only because I want to know what's gotten into you. I'll go get my things ready. See you in a bit!"

With the address sent to Sara, Yana had nothing to do but wait. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was plenty that she could prepare! The villa was a rather grand thing; three stories, a cellar, and way too many rooms. A professional cleaner would have work for the whole day, but for Yana it was done in ten minutes, and only because she was taking it slow. She walked through every room, taking a moment to pass through the memories of each. There was the dining room with its high ceiling; Anna's cooking had been impeccable, even without the power of the suit. A flourish of silver-sparkling mist shot out from Yana's palm, filling the room before dissolving into thin air, taking with it any dust, dirt and cobweb. There was the main living room. Memories of cookies and tea. Another room too, the one she'd played in when she was a little girl and had been allowed to bring friends along to Anna's place. One after one, effortlessly cleaned up and put in pristine condition.

To pass time, she ended up re-reading the letters that Anna had left for her. This whole thing was still felt like a dream; a dream that she would never want to wake from. Finally, a knocking on the door brought her back to reality. With an excited spring in her step, she bounded towards the front door, and opened to see Sara's smiling face, framed by her golden-blonde hair.

That smile instantly disappeared, replaced with a look of complete and utter surprise. Sara almost dropped her bag with the camera equipment in it, before getting a grip of herself and taking a step back to look over Yana.

"What."

For a moment, Yana considered if she should have changed the suit into something else first. But this look on Sara's face was rather priceless, and her reaction of disbelief caused the young goddess to break out in a warm, pleasant chuckle. She stepped out onto the porch and pulled Sara into an embrace, hugging her for a moment. Sara was once the more well-endowed of the two, but now it was clearly Yana who had the bigger breasts.

"Didn't expect to see me in a catsuit, did you?" she asked with a smile, stepping back from Sara and making eye contact. That seemed to bring a bit of calm to the blonde photographer, at least.

"Well - no! But I also didn't expect you to have gotten a boob job! You're like, the least vain girl I know," Sara exclaimed. Excited, but not judgmental. Her voice was teasing, but warm.

"Not a boob job. You can try feeling them up," Yana said. Sara rolled her eyes. This was very much not like Yana, but... well, extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, so just after kicking her shoes off in the entranceway, Sara placed her hands on Yana's tits and gave them both a squeeze. She gasped. They were, undoubtedly, real flesh all the way through.

"Ah-hah. Alright, I think you owe me a big explanation then, catwoman."

Yana rolled her eyes, then waved Sara along to follow deeper into the house. "Sure, I'll explain it all. But first, come have a seat. Want something to drink?"

Once in the living room, Sara took a seat in the wonderfully plush couch, while Yana went to the kitchen and came back with two hot mugs of tea shortly after. There hadn't been any milk, but a brief thought was all that she needed to conjure up a little flask in her hand. She had yet to explore the suit's powers to anywhere near its full potential, but even just the sheer convenience it offered in everyday life would be priceless. She went to sit down in a reclining chair, across the coffee table from Sara, and crossed her legs with a broad smile on her lips.

"Spill the beans, then," Sara said after taking a sip from her cup of tea.

"Alright, so Anna left me this catsuit as part of her will."

"Anna? She owned a catsuit?" This almost seemed even harder for Sara to believe than Yana's breasts having suddenly grown.

"Yeah. Trust me, I was equally as surprised as you. But it fit me perfectly. And also? I have some superpowers now."

Sara rolled her eyes... but she couldn't deny that Yana's breasts had somehow grown. "Are you trying to tell me that the suit turned you into a shapeshifter?"

"Yeah. Sorta. Among other things."

"Right... well, what're you waiting for? Give me a demonstration. And you know damn well what I want you to do."

Yana chuckled. "Alright, as the lady commands," she said, then sat up straight and pushed her chest forwards - and willed her breasts to grow. It was the same sensation as before; warm and pleasant. She felt the weight on her chest become greater, felt how latex stretched and morphed to accommodate her changing size, felt how her already very large breasts became two, then four cup sizes larger. Sara just sat there, mouth agape - but shook herself out of it quickly enough, reaching across the table and giving Yana's tits a firm squeeze while they were still growing.

Yana let out a yelp and pulled back at the sudden grope, stopping the growth in its tracks - and given how firmly Sara had grasped those breasts, she was pulled down right along with Yana, ending up lying sprawled halfway across the coffee table, only barely avoiding faceplanting into Yana's cleavage.

But wouldn't it be fun if she'd done just that?

The goddess visualised the scene; Sara's head smothered between a pair of latex-clad breasts... and her cheeks flushed red. It would be easy to just rewind time and then push herself a bit forwards, ensuring a direct hit... but for now, she merely chuckled at the scene, helping Sara to get back up.

"Alright. So you're making yourself the most beautiful woman on Earth, and enlisting the help of the most mediocre photographer to help you get on the fashion magazines, is that it?" Sara asked while getting back into her spot in the couch. By now, both Yana and Sara were blushing a bit more than they were really comfortable with. Yana took a moment to shrink her breasts back down to the size they'd been when Sara arrived. Shrinking them felt just as good as growing them.

"Not the words I'd use, but... essentially, yes."

Sara wasn't into girls. Or, rather - she had never before realised that she was into girls. Well, she'd watched some lesbian porn now and then, but that didn't really count, did it? She would often even imagine it was a guy eating a girl out in one of those videos! That surely meant she wasn't gay.

Sara was, of course, very very bisexual, and while this realisation hadn't broken through to her yet, Yana's presence in that stupid, sexy catsuit was giving it more momentum for every passing moment.

"So what about it? Wanna get that camera out and start having some fun?"

Yana might be all-powerful now, but she wasn't a stylist. Despite the changes the suit had made to her body, Sara still wanted to apply a bit of make-up here and there, but instead, Yana simply had her direct what changes she wanted, and then shapeshifted them into being instead. "SO jealous," Sara exclaimed, while she finished setting Yana's brown hair. "You don't even look like a supermodel anymore. There's always something... ever so slightly artificial about them, some sort of pretense. Like being pretty is something they do rather than something they are, if you follow? You don't just look prettier, but also more natural. Like some sort of Goddess of Beauty. Better be careful, Aphrodite is known to be a jealous woman."

Yana laughed, that warm pleasant laughter that she'd always had, and which hadn't changed the slightest. "Please, don't oversell me now." Feeling suddenly a bit nervous, she realised that she didn't really know how to pose. And Sara, having mainly taken pictures of insects rather than people, didn't know much about it either. Still, they tried out some things - leaning against a doorframe, lounged across a chair. The first many pictures ended up looking rather awkward, but after looking up some images online and comparing, Yana gradually figured out how to control her facial expressions better, and how to pose to really show off her boundless sex appeal to Sara's camera. Sara got better at handling the angles and composition, if only a little at a time - but most importantly, she was having lots of fun as well, and before the pair knew of it, it was the golden sun of the late afternoon that filtered in through the windows.

"Sheesh, I'm hungry all of a sudden," Sara complained when her belly let out a loud grumble. Yana couldn't help but agree. "Yeah... we should get some food. I'll order something delivered for us."

"Sounds good. Anything specific on your mind?"

"That'll be a surprise," Yana said with a smile, tapping away at her phone. She put it away just two minutes later, then looked her friend in the eyes. "So... you said that you were jealous of me. What part, hm? My perfect breasts? My cute face? My lovely butt?"

Sara blushed. "Hufff. All of it, I guess. But mostly how effortlessly you could just remove every little imperfection. No big changes, just removing all the little flaws while remaining, in broad strokes, the same. Well, that and your, uh, perfect breasts..."