You give her a loud shout, "I go grab them then," to which she yells out a happy "k!" As you stand up to put your cloths back on. But before you do, you look at the flashlight, and begin to think, you might have improved the girls overall, but you've yet to boost anything but your dick and balls. You switch the light to "or" and full blue and shine it over every inch of your body for a good while. When you finally shut it off, the already small flashlight is dwarfed in your now giant hand. Looking around at the now much smaller room at any reflective surface you see the god like tower of mucle you've become. Easily 10 feet, if not more, your just a few inches from hitting the ceiling. Your form was packed with tightly bound mucle, with massive arms like tightly bound steel rope, pecks jetting out like steel plating on shoulders so broad and massive as to equal more than three of your past width. Going down hover, your waistline slimed, giving you a perfect triangle like body build, with an absurd 12 pack pects that looked like they could grind iron. Your legs were tree trunks of mucle that bended down to massive feet, giving credence to the old saying, give the size of your package. It was rediculas, over a meter long when soft and unbelievably thick, it was more like you taped a longer then usual, rubbery bat to your crotch, not to mention the swollen football sized gonads dangling beneath it. Your form was monsterous, but not unhealthy looking, looking perfectly scuplted, with radiant skin. As you bent over to a mirror on the wall, you see a manly face of hanson perfection, with short but lustrous hair on top.
You give a pleased smirk and go and colection your cloths, switching the light to "in" and blasting them to fit your new form. You get the them on, but even with your boosted cloths, it's impossible to hide the mammoth trunk in your trousers, as even soft, your monster makes a massive bulge. But that really doesn't bother you, call it the new testosterone in your system, but you don't see a problem advertising your package to your current and future girls. With a confident strut, you walk back down to sammies room, finding still out in post coidal bliss. Looking down, you appreciate her form, but begin to think. You had kinda went a little overboard with you new form, but give the success in overindulgence, you begin woundering what that would look for Sammie. Turning the flashlight back to full pink and "or" you run it over her form again for a good while. What lays on the bed now was a goddess to match your hights. She had grown taller, about 6 and a half foot, but still dwarfed by you. Her body was curved to inhuman perfection, tiny waist with huge hips and flawless, glistening skin. Her breasts were massive now, like two beach balls, looking big and full and heavy enough to be medicine balls, but perky enough to seem unaffected by gravity as they jiggled free around with her breath. Her ass was massive, and equally perky, her spine bending into a perfect curve for her perfect heart shapped pillow shelf. Her face was inhumanly beautiful, with large eyes, long lashes, and lips pulled into a natural taught pout, yet each as thick as your monstrous thumbs. Her silk like hair reached her knees, long and full enough to act like a long curtain as her right side from her eye down to her knees was hidden, even her massive tit. Her pussy was now massively swollen, capable of giving camel toe on the loosest of pants, and you felt a primal need surge through you, that pussy was yours and you should claim it. You held off however, as your more rational mind thought things through, and decided to mess with other settings.
You flip it over to "sp" and full blue and let the light linger this time, not just a couple seconds, but a couple minutes, just to see what happens, and it sure does. Sammies room, or, Suger's, as you remeber she went by now, warped into a collection of neon colors and latex, in a strip club themed room. The clothes litter around the room changed from simple t shirts and pants to tiny fabric tub tops, and microscopic skirts and g strings, there wasn't any combination that could cover more than 40 percent of a person at best. On the walls where once we're poster of game covers and unique game artworks was now a collection to hentai pictures. A large portrait of samus aran as a big tited, gyaru prostitute hung in a place of honor above the bed, with a label written below that says, "my icon!"
As for the newly minted slut, she was still asleep on the now pink latex bed, with very visible changes. Her skin was deeply tanked dark and her face caked in neon slutty gyaru makeup, her hair was a rainbow of neon dyes styled in sentual shapes. She was cover in piercings, from her lips, brow and massive nose ring, her massive earings, and several teal stone tounge studs that shone when she opened her mouth. Her nipples her pierced with massive rings, as was her pussy, and she was covered in slutty tatoos. This was suger, your personal slut as you remeber, more than willing to whore herself out to anyone and let you control the profit. She was just as intelligent and nerdy as before, able to ace her classes and any game competition without offering sex, but still shagging the teacher and her fellow gamers for the fun. She was still your loyal girlfriend, as you recall, but you were nervous that with her new sluthood, she might just follow the closest cock. You turn the flashlight to "rl" and on the brightness pink, and run it over Suger. Nothing really changed about her except on her perfect ass was a new tatoos that read "property of ..." with your name proudly printed. You now recall Suger not as a girlfriend, but your pet slut, to do with as you please. You say jump, she says which cock, without a hint of hesitation, she was your and she was happy to be owned. A small part of you was off put by this new domination you held, but another, the now testosterone filled part, felt pleased, a sort of primal confirmation. Although you had no plans on harming her, but the feeling of power over one of your harem felt good in your boosted state. You walk over to her and poked her shoulder,
"Suger, time to get up,"
You were slightly suprise by the deep booming bass that was your voice now, it sounded commanding even when you tried to be gentle. As if on instinct, suger shot up on your word and gave a lustful smile, as her eyes were glued to your bulge, her mouth salivating as she seemed ready to pounce, just barely holding back because you hadn't order her yet.
You chuckle at her obviously eager lust and tell her that she, Gracie, and yourself were moving in with Reena. She accepted without a moments hesitatation, and hoped up to get dressed when you said that you were going to collect Gracie. As she dressed and pampered up, Suger intentionally moved as stimulating as possible, hoping for you to reward her with your usual. Eventually she's finished reapplying her makeup and slapped on a tinny black latex tub top, puffy white furred midriff jacket, and micro sized black latex skirt. She had fingerless black latex gloves and thigh high, split hem back leather, lace up 12 in platform heel boots. She walked to the door and you can see she had no panties, and you knew exactly why, as you walked behind her and unziped your shorts, freeing your now rigid monster. It was massive, the length of Suger's torso, and possibly thinker than her tiny waist, but you remebered that she had no problem with any sized cock, a strange gift from the flashlight.
She stood in the open door way, eagerly shaking her ass as she waited for you, looking back with a lust crazed smile as she hungrily Licked her lips. You quickly walk over, easily lifted her with one hand around her waist, bend over to line up the shot, and speared her right into the pussy, her wet maw taking you to the hilt. She gave a muffled moan as she orgazimed instantly, careful not to be too loud, Suger didn't care how many people saw she was a slut, but she didn't want to inconvenience you. Taking your large hand off Suger's waist, your monster member showed off its beastality strength as you stood upright, as Suger was lifted up to rest against your chest, her head resting midway up your pects, her eyes nearly rolled back and her tounge lapping out in extecy. You began walking, completely unhindered by the slut you were railing, as she planted her heels on your hips and used them to leverage herself up and down your pole, orgaziming every time she hilted. You kept walking, not even pained by her pushing off your waist, just feeling the pleasure of the sluts dedicated service, as you felt her trying her best to milk you. But as stimulating as this was, you felt complete control, you wouldn't cum untill you wanted to, but Suger knews this, knewing that while she can't make you cum, you do reward effort. And reward you did, curoius about your output, you decided to give her a treat, and will what felt like a normal blast, and even though you were cuming, you still walked with absolutely no problem. There was an audible rush of a vast amount of fluid, like a firetruck hose as Suger's belly inflated to comical levels. She had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming from her mind shattering orgazim, as by the end of your blast, she was looking to be in her last month of a pregnancy. That thought stirred your primal need, the thought of your own legion of super slut harem girls, each pregnant with your seed gives a sense of hunger, you needed more sluts,
these three? Just the beginning,
You continued unhindered as Suger dutifully resumed her dance, her vacuum tight snatch keeping every drop trapped within. As you walk, you pulled out the flashlight into your massive hand, ready to improve your harem.