Some refinements

Joana sat at the kitchen table, coffee now forgotten as she watched Sonya move about the space. The new roommate was as comfortable in her body as Joana was in her own. Still, there was something about Sonya's natural beauty that made Joana itch with curiosity. She couldn’t help but want to refine what the system had created—shape her into something more... something that would put even Joana's own office siren status to the test.

"How was your day?" Joana asked, leaning back in her chair, eyes studying Sonya as she poured a fresh cup of coffee. She was careful to make her tone casual, but she was already beginning to assess Sonya’s figure in detail. The more she watched her move, the more Joana wondered how much she could push things.

Sonya looked up from her cup and flashed her a soft smile. "Oh, you know, typical meetings, some student complaints. But hey, I’m just here to unwind now."

Joana’s smile was slow and calculating. "How do you unwind, exactly?"

Sonya blinked, tilting her head. "You know, catch up on my shows, maybe read a little. I’m pretty low-maintenance."

Low-maintenance. Joana’s fingers hovered over the RAC console, and she couldn’t help herself. She was already fantasizing about turning Sonya into something even more alluring—a true rival to her own image. She typed in a subtle alteration request.

"Refine roommate to enhance physical beauty—more busty, more model-like proportions, but still graceful. Slightly shorter in height, around 5'7". Keep her confident, but not aware of changes."

The RAC buzzed as it processed the request. Joana was careful, though, only altering Sonya bit by bit—just enough to keep the changes subtle.

Sonya blinked and stretched, her posture shifting slightly. Joana couldn’t help but watch as her body seemed to become fuller, more defined. The curve of her waist was more pronounced now, her bust subtly swelling, shifting to a fuller, rounder shape. Her hips widened just enough to maintain that hourglass figure that Joana herself was known for. Sonya was no longer just the graceful, athletic woman she’d created; now, she was a model, a showstopper in her own right.

Joana felt a thrill run down her spine, the soft hum of the RAC adding an undercurrent of electricity to the room. Sonya was completely unaware, sipping her coffee, lost in conversation as if nothing had changed. But Joana saw it—Sonya’s bust was fuller now, the gentle swell of her chest much more pronounced under the thin fabric of her top. She was becoming more and more the kind of woman Joana had secretly fantasized about.

Sonya leaned forward to grab a biscuit, and Joana’s gaze tracked every movement. Her fuller chest pushed out just slightly more as she reached across the table, the subtle curve of her cleavage now more noticeable, but still tastefully modest.

"How’s the work at the university? Do they keep you busy?" Joana asked, keeping the conversation flowing while her thoughts simmered beneath the surface. She had to keep things natural.

Sonya took a sip of her coffee, completely unbothered by the changes, but Joana could see the shift in her—her hips were subtly more pronounced now, creating a silhouette that was nothing short of tantalizing. Joana noted the swell of Sonya's chest, which had clearly grown larger, and couldn’t help but compare it to her own—she was getting close now. A perfect, well-proportioned rival.

Joana couldn’t resist; she made another slight adjustment through the RAC.

"Increase bust size further, making it more noticeable and balanced with her new figure, but ensure she maintains a sense of grace and elegance. Keep the changes gradual so she stays unaware."

Sonya shifted in her seat, absently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her top pulled just slightly tighter across her chest, and Joana couldn't help but admire the tasteful display of cleavage that peeked out from the neckline. It was just the right balance—she looked incredibly alluring, yet her confidence remained unshaken. The RAC had created the perfect balance between beauty and grace, without going overboard.

"Wow," Joana said, the words slipping out before she could stop herself. "You look—uh—amazing, Sonya. Did you change something with your wardrobe or…?"

Sonya’s lips quirked into a smile, oblivious. "Nope, nothing like that," she replied, flashing Joana a playful wink. "Just the usual stuff."

Joana’s heart raced. Just the usual stuff. She was so close now. Just a few more touches to make Sonya’s look rival Joana’s own near-unparalleled beauty.

Joana’s fingers once again hovered over the RAC controls, her mind racing. This was fun—too much fun, really.

Her roommate was unaware of every alteration, every change, and it made Joana’s pulse quicken to watch Sonya grow more and more stunning with each subtle adjustment. In a way, Sonya’s transformation into this more seductive, model-like version of herself was like a personal victory for Joana. Not that Sonya would ever know it, of course.

"Hey, Sonya," Joana said, a little breathlessly, "What do you think of, you know, dressing up a bit tonight? We could grab a drink after work."

Sonya raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eye. "You offering to be my wingwoman, Joana?"

Joana smirked. "I think we could make quite an impression together, don’t you?"

Sonya shrugged, perfectly unaware of the shifts in her body, and smiled. "Sure, sounds fun. Maybe I’ll even let you take the lead for once."

Joana watched her, barely containing the rush of arousal as she studied Sonya’s body, perfectly transformed by her own hands through the RAC. The thrill of it all—the power, the beauty, the control—left Joana breathless as she settled back into her chair, her fingers resting on the console, already imagining what else she could do.