You mess with the staff a little first

You did feel somewhat… lacking, to be a woman without the necessary equipment to add alongside your small slit, but for now you felt fine to leave your body as is. You could still remember a time, just minutes before, when you didn’t have this almost primal feeling gently knocking at your subconscious, begging to appear more… feminine?

At the very least you could mess with your own physique whenever the time was right. For now you just wanted to mess around with this new notebook and all the exciting implications of your rampant lack of proper control. Yeah, it would probably be a good idea to lay some “ground rules” to protect yourself and the fabric of reality from being torn asunder or whatever nonsense more “put together” people might do. No, you wanted to get right into the thick of it, to strangle the spaghetti that was this time line and see what bizarre mess came out the other side.

Eyes roaming once more, they landed on the petite fem boy delivering tea or some such. They (It was she in the last one but Idk anymore, sue me but I’m just writing what makes me horny) looked happy enough, smiling when appropriate and waiting on the conversing patrons.

What to write…

Eventually you decided to return to the page focused on this particular shop and while watching the cute waitress bustle about, you wrote…

“New rule: waitresses who work here grow larger dicks, the size of growth will be random, from barely anything to as much as a couple of feet in overall size. The dick growth only happens once because of this rule.”

You bit down on the pencil for a moment, thinking. It was an interesting modification for sure but just having rampant growth wouldn’t be enough for your racing heart.

“Old rule: magical dick growth is seen as a celebratory occasion. People will react to increased girth and size to how they normally would for a great personal event.”

“Oh!”

A clatter could be heard across the room as a tray and a pitcher fell to the feet of the cutey serving up you and your peers.

The yet named woman stood with hands clenched before her and held at a ninety degree angle as she watched the growing tent in between her legs. More and more it became clear that she was hard watching herself add on a handful of inches as her little poker became less little and tearing noises could be heard as whatever she wore for undergarments began to shred.

Her blushing cheeks only turned redder when she noticed the clapping and handful of cheers coming from those around her.

Everyone was staring at her now, watching her pitched tent grow just a little bit larger as she noticed the attention. Looks of both mirth and lust covered the handful of guests’ faces as a few clapped while others just gave her the due attention that such a joyous occasion should give.

You as well felt the social compulsion to at least register her achievement in growing a bigger dick. After all, it was only appropriate. But quickly you mentally re-oriented, remembering that this was a thing of your own making.

You chuckled, how odd it was to watch this blushing woman, now with a bit of dick peeking under the edge of her tiny skirt and balled up fists halfway between her sides and covering her exposure. You could tell that she was enjoying this, however uncomfortable being the center of attention currently made her feel. The warm flush to her cheeks, the way her lips upturned as if she couldn’t help the motion and how her eyes kept roaming down to her standing pride, gaze lingering for long durations as the people watched her.

“Oh my God! Alex!”

An older, almost motherly woman rushed out through the doors of the kitchen, an excited look in her eye and a bouncing happiness to her step.

She clearly was looking for the woman you’d just transformed by accessory… and by the way she was lifting her own skirt, showing off a bump in her panties that was half what the other barista had been sporting before her little change…

Her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands, bouncing in place, doing things to her motherly chest that got the gears in your head turning to all new areas of magical exploration. You shook those thoughts away. One thing at a time.

“OH MY GOD YOUR SO BEAUTIFUL!” she nearly screeched, rushing over to hug her squishy mounds into the shorter girl’s face.

Alex, as the older woman had called her, still had a hard-on that was perhaps as big as anything you’d seen in porn now prodded and poked the thigh before it, smearing something slimy on the squishy skin.

Watching the pair, the way that they both reacted to each other’s improved size and the nearly prideful looks that the other’s in the shop were giving the two of them, you felt mostly satisfied by your testing changes… but you could perhaps go a bit further?