I heard the familiar 'ping' of Chronivac's notification and I knew that meant Daniel just gained a new trait, whatever that meant.
"God, please let it be something..." I whispered only to be interrupted by Amy's boyfriend.
"Strong Mammary Intercourse Fetishism added?" he read out loud. "What the fuck does 'Mammary' mean? What the fuck even is this program??"
"Mammary means breasts." I said timidly. That much I remembered from biology classes back in high school. Mammals are called mammals because they use mammaries to feed their young.
Then I thought about it for a second more.
"Wait a second..." I thought. "If 'mammary' means breasts... tits... then 'mammary intercourse' would be..."
"Tit-fucking?" Daniel also realized what the phrase meant. "You think you can use a piece of software to make me into tit-fucking? It's not like you could ever provide and besides you know I don't really care about boobs..."
He sat down on the bed next to me, placing my laptop on his lap.
They way his voice trailed off at the end wasn't encouraging. It sounded like he was just beginning to realize what he said was not quite true anymore.
I looked down at my chest. Underneath my sundress, my pencil-eraser nipples rested atop not much more than some slight pudginess. Not really anything I would seriously call 'breasts', which I was grateful for because I didn't particularly feel like dealing with two bags of fat strapped to my chest. Once again, a sinking feeling appeared in my stomach as I came to realize my chest was unlikely to stay flat for very much longer. I wondered - "Will they be heavy?" - and a wave of sadness, resignation and disappointment of the outcome of my experiment washed over me as I thought that boobs of any size, really, would be just uncomfortably hefty given how petite and weak I now was.
The sudden influx of emotion completely overshadowed any arousal my body was experiencing. I felt a ball in my throat and my eyes started filling with tears. I sobbed quietly and crawled from the edge to the back of the bed. I sat on the pillow and hugged my knees against my chest with more sobbing following.
"Amy," Daniel turned around and looked at me. "What is this all about?"
But I had no words that I could say. What, was I supposed to announce that up until an hour ago I was a confident man and I just *made* myself this way? Or explain how Chronivac was a powerful tool, capable of changing people's physiques and minds? He probably knew the latter anyway. He seem to have realized the his change of attitude towards... things.
"Whatever" He turned back to the laptop. "You're useless right now."
Yes I was. This was unfamiliar. It was a few years since I cried out loud as a man but now the tears and sobs just kept coming and coming. I hugged my knees even tighter. I wanted to be so small I disappear. Another new, unfamiliar feeling.
"Lets test this..." I heard Daniel mumble to himself. "Seven three... Proportionally..."
I tucked away behind my ear a strand of hair which stuck to my face wet with tears. I looked up at Daniel's back wondering briefly between my sobs what he was doing. The answer came when I realized that with each inhale, he seemed... ever so slightly larger. And he didn't get smaller with an exhale. The dent in the mattress where he sat also seemed to be getting deeper as more and more man flesh was added to Daniels subtly growing shape.
"Did he say..." I thought about his mumbling. "Seven-three?"
I covered my face in my hands as another wave of crying came over me. What a better way to make your 4'11' girlfriend feel even more minuscule than making yourself way over two feet taller? As if just a foot wasn't enough...
What I didn't know was he was also getting started with me. Slowly, so he can savor each moment of my gradual descent into a life of a sax toy.