Greg decided that his new muscles were just to awesome not to share. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Sara’s face when she saw his new dimensions. Also, he realized he could use her help with finding something to wear that would fit over his new physique.
He scanned the floor looking for the remnants of his torn shorts. When he found them he searched the pockets looking for his cell phone. When he found it he regarded it with minor contempt; not only was it old, but it wasn’t able to perform the miracles that Laura’s could. On the other hand it was the number that Sara knew, so he would need to use it in this case to get her to respond.
Quickly, Greg punched in a text message that read: “Hey baby, u busy?”
He hit send and waited for a response. Just as he was about to try curling some of his larger dumbbells his phone buzzed with her return message: “Not really. Just finished my cardio at the gym. I was going to get some food. What’s up?”
Greg sent: “I was wondering if you could help me. I had some MAJOR gains today and I don’t have any clothes that fit anymore. Could you grab me something really, really big to wear.”
Mere seconds later he got a reply: “LOL! Whatever you tease! That is HOT though! You know I love your big sexy muscles!! ;)”
Greg smile was huge now. He activated the camera on his phone and held it up to the mirror with his left hand while he flexed his right arm. The picture he captured was from the top of his chest up and he made sure his face was visible along with his bicep which was now nearly 10 inches larger now than the last time Sara saw him. He sent the picture with the caption: “I’m serious, baby. I’m way bigger.”
Almost instantly his phone buzzed again, but this time Sara was calling him.
“Hello?” Greg answered as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
“What the hell?” Sara sounded shocked and even a little angry. “That picture has to be a fake, right? You really shouldn’t mess with me like this.”
“It’s completely real,” he said. “I’m now 390 pounds of thick.. bulging.. massive.. muscle.” These last for words he drew out knowing that it would drive Sara wild, and he could hear it in her voice. When she spoke again she sounded slightly out of breath.
“You.. that’s not possible. I saw you yesterday. You’re not doing drugs, are you? We talked about this.”
“No drugs, I swear. I really don’t know how it works, it seems impossible, but Laura has some crazy app on her phone that can change people’s bodies in any way they want.”
“Stop messing with me. It’s not funny!”
“Baby, I don’t understand it, but it’s real. It works. I’m huge. And I want your hands on my muscles.”
“I don’t know....” Greg could tell she still didn’t believe him, but she was close. He decided he would have to convince her.
“Ok, I can prove it. Hang on a second.” He put his phone on speaker and set it on the table next to one of the weight benches. He grabbed Laura’s phone and sat on the bench. “I don’t know if this will work over distance, but I’m going to give it a shot.”
“Wait, you’re what?”
“Just wait. And go somewhere private where no one can see you.” Greg was tapping through the Alterations app looking for a way to bring up a different person’s information. Finally he found the search function and put in Sara Auster. A list of matching names appeared with addresses listed so he could pick the right one. This helped convince him that this app would not only work across town, like he now needed, but around the world. He saw Sara Auster’s from as far away as England listed. He chuckled at the thought of some random Brit walking down the street and suddenly growing watermelon sized boobs or something like that. His Sara, though, was listed right at the top since she was the closest in proximity to him. He clicked on her name and was returned to the main screen with her body in place of his own.
Greg took a moment to take in her beautiful form. While he was tall and buff she was petite and fit. Sara was 5’ 4” and walked the line between sexy and adorable perfectly. Her hair was light blond and hung in straight layers down over her shoulders and onto her chest. She had perfect “girl next door” good looks and a smile that was warm and charming. Her cheekbones were round and rosy, her nose slender with a slight button tip and both were smattered with a field of freckles. Her eyes were a smokey hazel that, when complemented with the right eye makeup, were downright mesmerizing. Her body was slender and toned with a tight tummy and slim waist but still some nice rounded hips. Her breasts were perky B-cups that fit perfectly to her body and her legs were long, in spite of her short stature, and were quite strong from her years on the track team. One of the things that Greg loved most about Sara was her ability to go from cute and cuddly to sexy diva in seconds. Sometimes all it took was a turn of her head or change of expression to take her from the most innocent little girl to the naughtiest woman you ever met.
The image of Sara on the phone screen was wearing her workout clothes: black, skin hugging lycra shorts and a pink tank top with her white tennis shoes. Her golden hair was tied back in a pony tail.
“Ok,” Greg said, “I pulled you up. And I can see you’re wearing your black shorts with your pink top.”
There was a brief pause where Sara considered this. “Lucky guess,” she said with uncertainty, “I told you I had just worked out. You know my workout clothes.”
“Alright, fine. What would you like me to change?”
“What?”
“Your body, I can change anything. Do you want to be taller? Do you want red hair? Bigger butt? I think I can even paint your fingernails for you if you want. Name it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She paused for a second, allowing herself to give in to the fantasy for just long enough to pick a change she would make. “Okay, give me bigger boobs.”
“I can do that. How big? Are you somewhere private where no one will see you growing and freak out?”
“Just a little bigger, a D-cup at most. I don’t want to look like some fake porn star. And I’m in my car, no one will see. Oh, what am I saying, this is all fake anyway. Why are you messing with me?”
“Just trust me, baby.” Greg was tapping away and making adjustments to her body that would allow her to fit an enormous 13 and a half inch penis completely inside her. He figured she wouldn’t mind once she found out. To make up for the secret adjustment he also gave her a gift by doubling the number of nerve endings and increasing their sensitivity throughout her vagina. He then quickly switched over to her chest and tapped on her breasts. A slider appeared that allowed him to increase their size and he slowly moved it upward. The slider was very sensitive and his finger was thicker than he was used to and he had difficulty settling on her desired D-cup. After going too high and too low several times he stopped on a DD-cup setting and hoped she would be understanding.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” Greg said then sent the changes to Sara’s body.
There was a half second delay and then he could hear Sara gasp in shock and surprise.
“Oh god,” she breathed and then Greg heard a clomping bang that could only have been the sound of the phone dropping to the floor of the car. In the distance he could hear Sara moaning louder and louder. Then moans gave way to short heavy breaths that starting coming faster and faster. In mere seconds he could hear her screaming as what he could only assume was an intense orgasm brought on by her new sensitivity ripped through her body.
After a full minute Sara’s breathing slowed and she began to mumble a bit, “ooh, oh god, oh oh, oh greg, i, i, oh.”
Finally Sara picked up her phone, “Oh Greg! They’re incredible. They’re perfect. I love them. That’s felt sooooo gooood. I’ve never felt anything like it. And I look amazing. My shirt is so tight around them, and I have cleavage! Not a lot, but just the right amount.”
In his minds eye Greg could see Sara running her hands over her DD-cup breasts, playing with them, and his monster cock awoke and began to raise to attention.
“Sara? Do you believe me now?”
“I do,” she shouted, “I’m sorry I didn’t, it’s just so crazy.”
“Awesome, can you do me that favor and find some clothes for me? Doesn’t have to be classy or anything, just big enough to fit. If they’re too big I can always just grow into them.” This last statement elicited a low growl from Sara. “Come over soon, my muscles are the only thing that’s grown, you know.” | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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