Feeling a little vindictive, you set the flashlight to "or " and set the brightness to full pink, blasting the nerd for a good few seconds. The change is rapid, as his pudgy form warps into a bombshell beauty. His waist shrank to become ludicrously thin as his fat hips flared out into a perfect hourglass shape. His shoulders caved in as his arms, hands and feet became delicate and beautiful. It seemed his fat was squeezed into new places, as a pair of giant breasts bounce as he moved, easily double E in size, yet perfectly perky. The rest went down to form her massive, perfectly shaped, ghetto booty, that blended perfectly with her large thighs and waist, creating a sentual thigh gap between her legs. Speaking of which, her track suit pants where now audibly straining to contain her new plush, making her stop and turn around in to look in annoyance, allowing you to bast both sides and completing the look. Her toned stomach was exposed, due to her breasts lifting the shirt up, showing a midriff that was tight, but not stacked with mucle. Below, she was tugging on her strain pants, as the Bagan to ride high and she a puffy camels toe, her new pussy a puffed pocket of warmth. She was starting to breath a litte hard, as her now perfect face seemed flushed from her now newly sensitive sex being forced into a wedge. Her face was a sculpted picture of beauty, smothered and thin, with large eyes and puffy, pouty thick lips that due to her shape, made her annoyed scowl look more like a cute pout. As she worked with her pants, she absent mindedly brush aside her long hair, as what was once a mop of scraggly black and grease hair was a flowing river of black silk, reaching down on her perfect ass and framing her amazing beauty. She gave an annoyed huff,
"Why'd I Ware these stupid things anyway?"
Her new voice was a high pitch, string of beautify cords, drip with a natural sentuallity.
As you turn off the flashlight and look on to the new Sam, your in awe of the model you've just made. But your not done yet, keeping the brightness on max and switching to "mi", you blast her again, staying a few good seconds. Not much changes visually, her shirt begins to reshape, taking her massive mamories into consideration as the sleaves shorten, it's still a dnd shirt, just now for her appropriate sex. Her track suit changes into a pink pair of elastic work out shorts, small but sensible, but showing off more leg. Her face had a light touch of makeup, nothing fancy, just some casual touch ups, with some reasonable nail polish. Her hair shined with obvious care, curled in a few key locations. Her look of pained aggravation quickly morphed into embarrassed discomfort as she tried, and failed to look at anything but your monster cock, pink dusting her cheeks as you could faintly hear,
"I should have put on something cuter,"
It seems the now female Sam had a litte crush on you, just not the conference to act on it. Well, you thought switching the setting to "sp" and the light to full blue and shine it for a good few seconds longer than even grey. Now there was an obvious change, both in her dimener and person. The shirt had shrank again becoming a tiny, loose tank top that bairly covered her nipples, as her pink shorts became full on booty shorts, cut low enough to nearly reveal her pot below. Her makeup went from conservative to caked, her puffy lips in bright pink as teal hilights ran through her hair. Her nails where bright pink and around her where an assortment of sexy, slutty tatoos.
Her cute confusion melted into a lust longing, as she looked at your monster a gave a hungry lick, "say stud, got enough in your for one more slut? Or did you spend you self out on the bimbo." You chuckle at the new Sam, as you quickly switch the light to "rl" give her one more long blast,
"Always have enough for one of my sluts."
Sam gives a confident, if not elated smile a being called yours, and saunter on into your room. As she does ,you notice below a rose tramp stamp, on an exposed upper part of her massive ass, is a heart shaped tattoo with the phrase "property of ..." with your name at the end. You look at her quick undressing, getting ready for her turn, and concider what to do...