"She leaves her phone at home while out with Greg. Always stuffs it under her mattress like she's found some super-secret hiding spot, the meathead. Give me a minute. I'll go snag it," Vanessa says.
The app is still there, Greg's enlarged 3D model still rotating slowly in the middle of the screen when Jason launches the app. A few taps through the menus pull up a changelog, and the entry for Greg's growth spurt laid out every part of their warped reality in plain text.
Type: Historical
Main Subject: Greg Friedman
Collatoral Changes (100+):
Laura Friedman
Vanessa Friedman
Jason Dunn
The list of collateral scrolled down almost endlessly. Friends, acquaintances, media personalities, their lives had all changed in some way to accommodate the giant walking among them. Vanessa tapped on her entry, and read dumbfounded through the list of changes that had turned her from haughty, athletic bombshell, to nerdy, kind cosplay-enthusiast. With each line, her eyebrows crept higher and higher towards her hairline, evidence piling up to corroborate with Jason's story. When she finally looked up from reading, Jason braced for anger, backlash, frustration at his stupidity, but instead was met by blank-faced confusion.
"I can almost believe it. It looks like just another lame phone game. But... just... wow," she said, fighting to process the new revelation.
"Why don't we try a small change? Something easy. Just... just to make sure we're right," Jason said. "On me, of course. I'm the... I'm the one who got us into this mess."
Vanessa pondered the suggestion, then nodded. A couple of inches of height felt safe enough for a sanity check. They carefully combed through every setting in Jason's profile, trying to eliminate any chance of disrupting reality again, changing the type of transformation from historical to instantaneous for good measure. Once they had finally finished double- and triple-checking, Vanessa's finger hovered over the apply button as Jason shakily stood from the couch to stand in the center of the room. Her thumb tapped the screen, and they both held their breath.
Jason's spine creaked, and he bent over at the jolt. The second crackle of bones followed, and then a third. As the rush of energy subsided, he stood straight again, and the results were unmistakable.
The app was real.
Jason pondered his new height for a second, then a feeling of uncertainty washed over him. He had truly changed Vanessa beyond the point of recognition. She should be resentful, angry, want to revert back to the way things were before. His face fell at the thought.
"I'm sorry," he said, reflexively.
"You should be mad," he continued, rambling uncontrollably. "I changed... everything. By accident! You, your siblings, our lives-"
He froze as she stood quickly, tossing the phone on the couch and stepping forward to wrap her arms around his torso. With the extra inches of height, he could finally look her directly in the eye. Her arms tightened, and she buried her head into his shoulder for a second.
"It was an accident," she emphasized. "I am different now. But, reading through what changed. I was seemed horrendous, like the self-absorbed pretty girls we always laughed about in school. I'm happy with this reality, if it's all the same to you."
Jason let out a soft gasp of surprise, and Vanessa smiled up at him. She pressed a kiss to his jawline. After a moment, Jason smiled back, slowly coming to terms that this was real now.
"The extra height is kinda nice," she teased. "You don't have to stand on your tip-toes anymore."
Glancing back at her sister's phone, the wheels turned in her head. She trusted herself and Jason not to abuse such a powerful tool, but her siblings? They wouldn't think twice before breaking reality again in their quest for more gains. She flopped back onto the couch and started working on solving the problem. Within minutes, the app was transferred to Jason's phone, and safely far away from her sister. With any luck, Laura wouldn't even remember she had downloaded the app in the first place.
Potential crisis averted, Vanessa decided that with bottomless power safely in their hands, it was time to have some fun.
Grabbing Jason by the hand, she dragged him through the house. Posters lined the walls of her room, comic book heroes, movie stars, and prints from her cosplay shoots covered almost every inch of space. Jason paused mid-step, his new and old memories not quite synced up yet, and Vanessa took the opportunity to send him toppling onto her colorful bedsheets with a well-placed tug on his arm. She leaped on after him, straddling his torso.
Leaning down, she pressed a string of kisses into the side of his neck, trailing upward until their lips finally met, and Jason kissed her back with equal enthusiasm. After a few moments, she rolled next to him, unlocking his phone to open the app. He scooted closer, anxious to see what she was doing. Her grin widened as she pulled up her own profile. Fingers flying through the menus, she made the changes and held the phone out for him to double-check. Jason's mouth ran dry as he read, and he hit the accept button. Vanessa squirmed slightly as the changes took hold.
In a flurry of movement, they both rushed to undress, clothes tossed carelessly away from the bed in all directions. Once disrobed, Vanessa straddled Jason again, leaning down so her full, round breasts filled his field of vision. One hand trailed down her side, scratching all the best spots along her side as he leaned in to suck on the sensitive spot under her left breast.
Above him, Vanessa moaned, and one hand slipped between her legs to give his member a few strokes. The attention was unnecessary. Jason's 12" tool stood at rock-hard attention, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Feeling that he was more than ready to go, her fingers moved upward, between her own legs, working to intensify her arousal as she leaned into Jason's kisses.
When she was finally ready, Vanessa stilled Jason's attention for a moment, and concentrated on slowly guiding herself down and onto his shaft. She let out a sharp pant as the head of his soda-can-sized cock expanded her insides. But unlike the previous times, the pleasure was no longer accompanied by unavoidable pain. She grinned down at him and sat back towards her heels, taking inch after inch of his cock inside until she finally, triumphantly, bottomed out.
An incredulous laugh slipped past her lips, and she leaned forward to plant kiss after kiss across Jason's face before leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"You don't bottom out anymore. We don't have to hold back," she said, softly, excitedly.
And so, they didn't. Vanessa started slowly, long, steady strokes back and forth as Jason planted kisses across every inch of her body he could access. As they fell into their rhythm, they began to accelerate, faster and faster, Jason helping as best he could to help keep the pace up. They both panted from exertion, Vanessa moreso than Jason, driving faster and harder than they ever had before. For all her enthusiasm, she was to be flagging, but neither wanted the fun to stop.
They switched places. Vanessa buried herself down to the hilt on his cock, wrapping her arms around Jason's shoulders as they rolled across the bed until he was on top. Then, after a brief second to catch their breath, it was Jason's turn to do the work. He quickly found his tempo as Vanessa reached between her legs to assist his efforts.
Within a few more minutes, they finally came apart. Vanessa first, losing control in a series of soft pants as her pupils dilated, and Jason moments later, freed from the need to hold on any longer. They collapsed next to each other on the bed, Vanessa winding her arms around Jason's shoulders to pull him close as they both basked in the afterglow.
The implications of an app that could remake their lives were head-spinning. A power to be used with caution, but still so unbelievably tempting. Vanessa's eyes fell to the posters lining her walls: Strong, immaculate heroes and heroines who exuded confidence from every perfectly manicured pore. She turned to Jason, an idea forming in her head.
"We could be heroes," she said. At Jason's confused look, she rushed to continue the thought. "Not... not literally. That change would probably break reality again. But we could look like heroes, anyone we wanted."
He hummed in agreement, catching on to the idea, gears turning in his head as he thought about the implications.
"We would have the hide the change, make it slow enough that our families don't get suspicious," he concluded.
"Slow is fine," Vanessa agreed instantly. "The real question is who should we look like? Got a goal in mind for yourself?"
"Captain America," Jason said instantly.
He imagined himself changing, growing from his current noodly size into a powerful athlete. His heart rate quickened at the mental image: strong, confident, and handsome.
Vanessa grinned, having known the answer before she asked the question.
They retrieved the phone from the floor, and set to work building the new Jason. His extra inches of height disappeared for now, too obvious that something strange was afoot. A year of growth would be unbelievably fast, but neither was willing to go any slower. Jason would begin sprouting from an unassuming, 5' 8" weakling into a 6' 2" powerhouse of muscle as soon as they tapped the button.
After a bated breath as they both searched for any errors, Jason clicked accept.
Nothing felt different, not yet. But in time, a whole new man would grow into existence.
As Vanessa switched to her profile, Jason asked the obvious question.
"So, which hero do you want to be?"
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