Talia Simpson was standing in the alley behind the restaurant smoking a quick cigarette before her shift began. Out of boredom she started playing around with an app she had downloaded recently. It promised to change one thing about anything
Talia thought that was a pretty hilarious claim. But she was curious what it actually did, so she started playing around with it.
She picked herself from the map of available options and had it generate a sentence. “Talia Simpson is wearing a push-up bra to show off her B-cup tits” the sentence read. Talia almost choked on her cigarette. How the duck did it know that? That was one hell of a lucky guess.
She wondered if it was one of those apps that showed you pictures of what you might look like with different attributes, like the face aging ones. Curious, she changed B to DD and hit confirm.
She felt a sudden weight in her chest. She looked down. Her breasts were swollen and barely contained by her tight black work uniform. She cupped her tit from underneath. It felt much heavier. Talia’s mouth hung agape. Was this real?
“Hey Talia! Get your lazy ass in here” she heard a voice shout through the door. “We got tables to cover.”
Talia tolled her eyes. Roger Willis owned the restaurant. It was an upscale bistro in a trendy part of town. Roger himself was tall and muscular. He wore his hair in a stylish undercut and took pains to dress in the latest fashions. He was also quite a ladies man, exuding confidence and strength.
Talia hated him. He would pinch her ass and make lewd comments all the time. But the restaurant catered to upper income folks who tipped very well.
Talia brushes a strand of curly red hair from her eyes and rushed into the restaurant. Roger was standing by the sink in the kitchen. He eyeballed her chest. “Tits are looking nice tonight, Talia!”
“Umm.” She wasn’t sure how to respond. “Thanks.” She said curtly.
“Maybe after the dinner rush you can let me have a closer look.”
Talia grimaced. When she had first taken the job she had let Roger talk her into bed one night. He was quite handsome and knew how to use his large dick expertly. But behind his charmer facade he was an asshole. Talia wasn’t going to go down that road a second time.
Talia left the kitchen and entered the dining room. There was a party of two seated for an early dinner. Who comes into a restaurant right when it first opens, she pondered but it was her job. She took their drink order. While she was waiting for the bar to mix the drinks she pulled her app back out. She selected Roger.
“A confident restauranteur with a nine inch penis.”
Talia giggled as a thought popped into her mind. She changed “nine” to “quarter.” She hit confirm and continued her shift.
As she waited on tables that evening she would periodically run into Roger. There was something different about him. He didn’t excuse the same confidence. His clothing was a bit rumply. His hair needed a trim. He seemed like he looked softer and paler and smaller.
Eventually, the dinner rush came and went and the evening was slowing down enough to take a break. Talia slipped out to have a smoke and looked at the app.