This is the kind of greed they talk about in the Bible

'The smart decision would be to back out.' You tell yourself, while your fingers are already moving to type on the app again. Smart decisions only take you so far, and it's taken you very little time to understand that whether a decision is smart or dumb seems to not matter all that much when you have something as powerful as reality control in the palm of your hand.

{ Casey is extremely voluptuous, like some chubby oversexed bimbo. She's been this way since puberty. }

If a decision goes wrong, you can just delete the entry and do it right. Heck, maybe you can even run back the clock if you ever need to.

The world shudders, and when you blink, Casey changes in an instant. Her body explodes outwards with curves that can only be considered gratuitous, her outfit warping and reworking itself to fit perfectly against breasts twice the size of her head and hips and an ass easily triple the size they were moments ago. Even her belly puts yours to shame, considerably larger despite her expanded frame still sporting an overzealous hourglass shape.

She looks to the side to look through a store window, and it's then that you can see the way her lips have changed. Gone is anything resembling modest, replaced by swollen, fake-looking bimbo lips that dominate the lower portion of her face. The face around those lips too has become noticeably more perfect, her cheekbones perfect and her cheeks subtly concave and contoured in a way that makes you almost jealous.

Her hair puffs and transforms, no longer straight but rather built out of bouncy layered curls befitting of the 80s more than the 2020s. Streaks and highlights of blonde and lighter brown scatter through her brunette hair, and to top it all off you can see the moment her expression becomes more vapid and empty.

Then, you blink, and it's just... normal to you. You glance down at the phone, then back at her. You know she didn't used to look like this thanks to the entry, but.. what did she look like? Probably way uglier if you had to guess, so it's not all that important.

"Oh, we're like, here." Casey's voice sounds breathier and more sultry, giving you goosebumps. "Girl, you sure this is where you wanna hang? We could totes bag a couple of guys and have a good time instead."

That... did sound nice. After all, it was Casey that got you into bed with that boy last year, wasn't it? 'What? When did that happen? That didn't... oh, no, it... did...' All the layers of your meddling with reality are beginning to stack, making it hard to keep track of what's what as you continue to haphazardly phrase your entries.

So, what will it be? The arcade after all, scoring some sex, or something else?