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Chapter 3 by 1Futa1 1Futa1

Does he tell her?

What kind of dumb idea is that!?

Phbbt! I chided myself for even thinking about it. This was the ultimate power I had between my fingers! What idiot would share something like that?!

“Sorry, just got a bit distracted by your oh-so beautiful eyes. Of course I’m still good to hang out today.” I said, putting my best smother on.

She rolled her eyes, slapping me in the chest (a bit too harshly I might add, she is an athlete afterall) before turning to walk with that natural bounce of hers away from me down the boardwalk.

“Alright come on loser, I want to get some headway before the afternoon crowd shows up!” she called back.

I only took a moment or two longer to stand there watching the way her tight little ass swayed slightly with each eager step.

It was while I was following her closely, taking in the view, that I once again pulled “master pc” up.

“So what did you want to come here for again?” I asked while I scrolled down to the target that had helpfully popped up while I’d been distracted.

“Ugh-” she grumbled.

so hot.

“I swear I’ve told you like a hundred times already. It’s only like my life and everything.” she continued to grumble.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too honey” I said, as my gaze lingered back and forth between the digital and real before me.

What to change, what to change?

Her groan at my offhanded words gave me shivers.

“Like I’ve said- the soccer team is meeting up here tomorrow for the official beach party. It’s not as crazy as that sounds, its a school event and all so there’s no **** or anything like that, it's just that I find myself in the unfortunate place of not having a swimsuit that isn’t… well… ‘trendy’ enough.”

That drew my attention, if only slightly.

Was she talking about…

“Basically I got talking with Sam and I guess it’s not popular to wear a one-piece to something like this. You know, for whatever popularity is worth…”

“Ah… that’s just how these things go… besides you’d look sexy as hell in a bikini-” I said.

It hurt me a little to hear her guffaw. Despite how sincere my words might have been, she didn’t seem to even consider the possibility…

Well I could change that…

Just, not yet. Might as well enjoy a few well-deserved transformations. Thinking of her in her svelte, athletic form with nothing but two specifically placed pieces of cloth covering the essential bits only made me think of what could be done to further improve that inevitable unveiling…

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What does he change?

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