the next day

Before you log off, you pull up Ms. Ford's profile again to double check your work. You notice a "suggestibility" line and drag it far to the right. You then pull up Chelsea's profile and increase hers a bit too.
The last thing you do is increase your muscle mass and decrease your body fat. A few hours later, you go to bed thinking you probably just played around with some adolescent fantasies on a strange piece of software.
The next day is Saturday, you wake up and notice something feels different. You look in the mirror, and your body feels firmer and stronger. You look at your cock but it looks still the same. You check the clock. It's been only 14 hours. You spend the morning loafing around watching TV and feeling weird tinglings in your body. Once again you go to your room and check yourself out. You are definitely more toned. You shower, jack off thinking about what you did to your neighbors, and get dressed.
You go to the Ford's house. As you walk up the sidewalk, you see the carport door open and the two women hurry to one of the cars. Chelsea jumps in the driver's seat, and her mom gets in the passenger's seat. You walk over the driveway. As they pull out, they stop, and Chelsea rolls down the window and smiles at you. "Do you need something?"
"Oh, just coming by to say hi. You look like you're in a hurry."
"Yeah," said Chelsea, "I'm taking mom to the hospital. Something is happening to her."
You bend down and see Ms. Ford in a panic. She's covering her chest with her arms, but you can tell her once magnificent breasts are diminished.
"I hope everying turns out OK. Chelsea, can I come over later?"
"Sure," she said with a smile. She has always been friendly towards you, but now she seems even more warm with you.
They back out and drive off. You smile.