Jim was very pleased at how his body had grown from teenager to adult. He was a lot better-looking than he had expected. Did the balloon increase his attractiveness as well or was he actually going to look like this when he was 22 for real? Would Angie look just as good if she grew to 15 on her own? Jim's hormones soon latched onto another idea: how good would Angie look at 22?
He walked out of the bathroom and looked for Angie. He spotted her looking at the movie posters for upcoming attractions. He didn't approach her, he didn't want her to see him until she was the same age as him. Jim looked around to see if anyone was looking, but none of the other people in the lobby were looking this way.
With a grin, Jim whispered to the balloon, "Control Angie's age," before he started blowing into it. As the balloon inflated, so did Angie's breasts and rear. Her shirt and skirt soon started to strain against her growing body. And it wasn't just her torso that was changing. Her limbs were also extending and gaining firm muscles. Her legs, which were becoming more revealed as her skirt got shorter, were becoming particularly curvy and her shoes looked like they were just about to pop. A look of discomfort appeared on her face as it became more mature, her lips plumping out as her brown hair got even longer, hanging down to where her very considerable midriff was. There was a slight rip as her shirt started to rip open in the front, exposing her bigger cleavage and her strained bra. Her panties were also on display as her small skirt was failing to cover much and they looked very tight against her round ass.
The veil of obliviousness was keeping her from noticing her change at the moment, but it wouldn't take long for someone to notice this beautiful 22 year old woman in ridiculously too small clothes that looked like they were ready to rip apart. But Jim could fix that easily. "Release," he whispered before letting air out of the balloon, "Control the age appropriateness and size of her clothes." As he blew air in, Angie's clothes changed. Her ripped t-shirt started repairing itself and recovering lost ground. However, the sleeves dwindled to mere straps and the rip in the front adjusted to be a designed feature as her top changed into a white tank top. Her skirt lengthened to cover her bottom, but not before Jim saw Angie's panties change into something much more adult. Her repaired skirt didn't get very long as it became a real miniskirt. The damaged shoes got the biggest changes in her clothing as they were transformed into a pair of cork-heeled pumps. But Percy the pig backpack changed most of all. His body shrank considerably as one of the straps attached to Angie's shoulder disappeared and the other strap grew longer and thinner. His stubby limbs disappeared as he shrank, furry fabric changing to faux leather. Now instead of being a backpack, Percy was just a pink purse with a pig face on one side.
Jim released the balloon's control before walking over to Angie. "Ready to watch that movie?" he asked.
Angie gave him the briefest look of confusion before saying, "Sure, though I don't get why you guys have to watch something so violent."
"We don't have to watch the whole thing. There are other things we could do in a dark theater," said Jim teasingly.
"Save it for later," said Angie, "Let's just watch this movie of yours."
Jim felt rather smug about walking over to the cashier to buy tickets for an R-rated movie with a smoking hot woman on his arm. The only thing that bothered him a little was that the veil of obliviousness on Angie was getting thinner with every adjustment. Just how much longer would it be until she notices the changes?