The Demonstration Continues...

Author's foreward: This is the second part of the previous update! It's still a little long, but the ones going forward wont be. Thank you for all the amazing support! I've had so much great creativity coming from the discord that I'm ahead of schedule. I'll be posting a bonus chunk of the story tomorrow to catch up! Remember, if you want to help me choose which direction to take this branch, come on by share your ideas!

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Zap!

The sound of the remote going off sent a shiver down Aaron’s spine.

A mental swap? This stupid horny pussy Amanda had given him was bad enough with the way it kept pulsing, with how eager it was for more. But if she was messing with his brain directly - would he even notice?

He opened one eye - He hadn’t realized how much he’d flinched.

He looked at Amanda’s shit eating grin. A lump rose in the back of his throat. But no, that wasn’t quite right, was it? It was too sudden, to immediate -.there was no rising, it was just there.

“What did you…” His eyes fell unbidden down to her body and his lips curled in distain. Had her tits always been so round? So perky and perfect? He let out a breath, but it wasn’t one of arousal. “What did you to do me?”

“I gave you that girl’s jealousy.” Amanda waggled her eyebrows. “She's been glaring daggers at me ever since I walked in. How does it feel?”

How did it feel?

He stared back at her tits. It made him angry. Who did she think she was, flaunting those things? That whole body. Didn’t she have any shame? How dare she go around waving those tits around when he… when he what? When he didn’t have any? He wasn’t supposed to have any!

But god, what he wouldn’t give for a body like hers…

It was enough to make him ache. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to make the emotions go away. But knowing they were artificial did nothing to stop them.

Jealousy? Is that what this was?

He turned to get a better look at the girl in question. No wonder she’d been so jealous. She was so flat he wondered she hadn’t been a boob-swap victim herself. She wasn't bad looking, she just didn’t stand out. None of the guys paid her any mind.

Not that she seemed to notice.

Maybe… he turned back to Amanda, back to the device. He thought back to what she'd said earlier about giving him boobs. Maybe he could use the thing to get some tits of his own? Tits even bigger than hers. Then they’d see who the jealous one was.

“Okay, no," He rubbed intently at the bridge of his nose. "I can’t deal with this. You’ve made your point. Can you swap that back please? This is not fun.”

“Right?” She let out another laugh. “It’s crazy isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll swap you back once I’m done with this little demonstration. We’re at the big stuff now! See,” She put her teacher voice back on. “Swaps between people are small beans. You want to see how far this thing can go? Let’s do something big!”

There was that manic tinge in her eye again. The one that made him feel like he needed to grab hold of something, that this ride was about to get all too wild.

“Concept stuff can be hit or miss,” she continued. “You get to decide how much oomph to put into it, but don't always have direct control. Am I swapping the color of this brand of napkin, or am I swapping the color of all napkins? It's like… throwing a paper plane? It requires a delicate touch.”

“Is this a bad time to mention I have a bad track record with paper planes?”

“Just watch. See those tvs?”

The bar’s two big ultra-def tvs had been set to the sports channels. One had the football game on while the other showed a bunch of bikini-clad babes cheering and cooing and flirting as they tried to sell the audience on the sexiness of drinking beer.

Aaron tried to suppress the tinge rising in his heart. Those girls all had such great bodies. Why couldn't he have a body like that?

“Perfect example.” Amanda bit her lip, her eyes had also taken to those bodies, though for a very different reason. “Wouldn't it be fun if football was a lot - sexier?”

Aaron’s eyes furrowed, trying to catch her meaning.

"Hold on, isn’t this dangerous or something? What if there’s some kind of weird knock-on effect?”

“You worry too much.” She waved a hand dismissively. "Reality's a lot more resilient than you’re giving it credit for. Besides, there's an undo button, even if I've never used it before. Now come on, do you want to see this or not?”

He gulped. He did. He really did, as low-key terrified as he was. He squeezed his legs together and gave a weak nod.

"Good," she swallowed hotly. “Because this is always way better with an audience. First, take note you can swap through any media. TVs, movies, pictures, whatever.”

She pointed the remote at the tvs.

Zap zap zap!

It was like for a moment the beer commercial and the football game had traded places, focused as they were on closeups. But as they played out it became all too clear what had happened.

On the commercial, on that fictitious beach, the entire team of jocks danced and cooed and flirted, having giddy fun and pouring beer on each other’s fully-padded football jerseys.

Out on the field, two teams of bikini-clad girls were scowling and focusing as they lined up for a scrimmage. The ball was hiked and flew through the air, though with little grace or accuracy. Another girl fumbled after it, her boobs heaving, barely contained by her bikini as she ran like crazy to catch it - only to be dogpiled by three other similarly clad beauties.

A cheer went up from those watching.

“Oof -” Amanda flinched in sympathy as the girl went down. “Okay see? Maybe this could use a little more work.” She slipped her phone from her back pocket and started typing something into her search bar.

"What are you - "

"The internet is a vast resource of potential swap material.” She nodded sagely. “See?" She flipped the screen around. A video showed two girls making out hot and heavy. “What's say we add just a little bit of love to this equation?”

“Wait,” he balked. “Your swapping people with porn?”

Something about that sounded unfair.

“What’s wrong with porn?” she held up her free hand defensively. “You don’t like porn? Look, sometimes you're out swapping people at the grocery store, and you just need something sexy, okay?”

“It just… I don’t know. It feels like cheating?”

“Well,” She laughed, “I could try swapping someone local, but the only people making out around here are those two.” She gestured to the corner where the college guy with the tits and the dress was lifting a leg daintily as he and his well-dressed paramour sucked face. “And what I’m going for is a little more nuanced than that”

“Nuanced?”

“Yes!” she bounced. “See, it’s tricky sometimes. Like, in this case, I want to swap the specific goal of this make out - to sexually titillate a male audience, with the goal of the game of football in general.”

“You can do that?”

“Well, so, I can try. I won't be quite sure what it gives me until I…”

She pointed the remote at the tv.

Zap!

In the brilliant 4k of the bar’s television, beautifully breasted bikini-clad bodies crashed together. Breasts heaving and jiggling and swaying. Those guys watching - and there certainly were a lot more of them watching - threw their hands up in excitement.

But then, rather than fight and struggle for the ball, the buxum babes started making out instead. They were wrestling sexually instead of physically, and bringing all the performative verve of a professional porn star to that football pitch.

"God, our team sucks." One of the awestruck patrons sighed.

“You wish they sucked.” Another consoled. “If they sucked with any skill, we'd further in the season.”

Aaron laughed. He couldn’t help it. There was something giddy welling up inside him, despite the fear and the jealousy and the arousal. It was like seeing a magician in action. He was speechless. Spellbound. He wanted to see more.

“So basically you just turned the game of football into…”

"Softcore lesbian porn?" Her face was more than a little flush. The boner in her pants was straining beyond her ability to restrain it. Down on her phone a naked girl’s titties bounced as celebrated a touchdown. "Maybe?"

"That's so…” He swallowed dryly. “That's so..."

“Hot?”

“Yes!” He hadn't’ intended to draw the word out, but there it was.

“So - ” She licked her lips. “Are you starting to see the potential here?"

He nodded.

"Finally ready to give it a try?” She waved the remote in his direction.

“Wait, Me? What?”

"Yeah. Come on, it couldn't be easier. There’s only one button. Just point and click. "

He looked hesitantly down at it.

"I'm telling you, you're worrying too much. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Why would you say that!?" The hackles raised on the back of his neck.

"I'm saying don't worry!” She gave another dismissive wave of her hand. “Anything that goes wrong we can fix. I mean, unless you get unlucky and run into a genie or a fairy or something."

“... what?”

“But what are the odds of that happening, hmm?”

He couldn't’ tell if she was serious or fucking with him. He suddenly felt very unsure about the people around him.

“Aw, I'm teasing you. The odds are very low. You'll be fine. Now here, catch!"

She tossed the remote at him from across the table. For her it was such a casual gesture. For him? Time seemed to slow down as it tumbled through the air.

He reached out to grab it. Such a simple thing. How hard could it be?

But his hands fumbled.

It slammed against his chest.

Zap!

“Ow, hey! Are you seriously /throwing/ the swap remote around?”

“Sorry!” Only too late did she realize what she was doing. “I can’t believe you’d miss that badly!” She shook her head. “Well, at least it landed somewhere soft. You don’t want to be around one of these things when they break.”

“Just - be careful, please?” He looked down at the thing. “The last thing I want is for this to just go off on its own without one of us realizing.”

He reached down between his boobs, his thin red bikini string keeping them tight enough that the remote stuck straight out of his expansive cleavage like Excalibur. His breasts shook and jiggled as he pulled it free, gripping it delicately and giving the thing all the respect it deserved.

"Aright, alright.” She rolled her eyes. “Don't get your titties in a twist. Everything’s fine, see?”

Right. He had the remote. He looked at her tits jealously. Maybe now he could give himself a girls body? Would that be... would that be so wrong? He could finally have some real melons instead of these ugly things.

But no - that was the jealousy talking, right?

He looked down at his body, considering it with an objective eye for probably one of the first times. His fat titties, his round hips, his hourglass figure. He shifted his weight, adjusting the string on his bikini bottoms.

He was the height of masculine mediocrity. Not bad, just nothing that really stood out.

But ah, that was all about to change, wasn’t it?

The question came back to him. All the stronger now that he held the thing in his hand.

If you could change anybody - If you could change anything - What would you do?