Mandi sat in the computer chair, confused as to what to do next, trying to ignore the wetness in her loins and the more... "adult" thoughts trying to claw their way to the surface of her mind, beating them back like unwanted imaginary friend, when she heard commotion at the front door. Mandi looked at the clock and saw it was 4:20. She was SO glad the clock was one of the digital ones and not one of those old fashion one with the hands, because she she, like, totally didn't need the headache of trying to figure out how to tell the time on one of those at the moment. Mandi knew from the time that almost certainly the person about to come through the door was...
"Mommy!!" Mandi Pounced on her mom, forgetting she was roughly twice as tall and carrying massive milk jugs on her chest, knocking both of them down, with Mandy's mom pinned under Mandi mountainous mounds.
"You have five seconds to tell me who the fuck you are, where my daughter is, and to get off me, or I'm going to bite you in the boob, you bitch." Mandi's mom coldly declared underneath Mandy's chest.
"But, I'm like, right here." Mandi said, a bit upset her mom would talk to her like that.
"Bullshit."
Mandi looked down and saw her titanic tits smothering her mother's face, and finally realized she might not recognize her like this. "But, I am!! I AM Mandi, er Mandi, er Amandy... I can totes prove it and everything!! I like in the second grade at Shadowbrook Elementary an' my teacher's Ms. Gerringer, but like they closed the school for the week because like some 'rodie pipes or something..."
"Are you stalking are family or something, you..." Mandi's mom retorted, but was interrupted when Mandi finally remembered the best way to explain this mess.
"...Hold on mommy!! Come with me and I can like totes show why I'm all, you know, boobies!! You know computers!!" Mandi jerks up her mom, still unaware of the enhanced strength the Chronivac imparted her, and dragged her to the computer.
"How the hell are you so strong?! Your practically ripping my arm out of my socket, you..." Now that she was no longer buried under bimbo breasts one could make out what she looked like, dressed in jeans, a faded black Pink Floyd t-shirt, horn-rimmed glasses, and sneakers, with brunette pixie cut hair, possessing a petite figure and B-cup breasts.
Mandi suddenly interrupted her as she put her mom in the computer chair and held up the box the Chronivac came in. "See, like, the mail lady came today and said I had a package, which was totally funny because I'm six. Six year olds don't like, normally get packages, right? Anyways, like, she gave me this package, but also it wasn't the usual mail lady. She said the normal mail lady was sick today. I said okay and took the mail, 'kay? So, like, I opened it, and inside was that Chrono-thingie!! It said it let me do, like, pretty much anything!!"
"Chrono-thingie?" Mandi's mom finally takes heed of what Mandi was saying and looked at the discarded packaging that Mandi somehow had the foresight of saving, part of which possessed the name "Chronivac" on one side, as well as the manufacturer "TransDem Industries" elsewhere. "TransDem Industries?! Didn't I..." She realized this TransDem Industries was the very same company she worked for years ago in their IT department and in her last year in their R&D department. She had worked there for several years before leaving the company over disagreements with the company and taking an IT job at rival company Metasystems Technologies.
"I got all like, jelly Stephie made fun of me for being so little and making fun of me for not having boobies yet, and I remember hearing people call her a 'bimbo,' so I tried using the Chrono-thingie to make me like, the bestest bimbo I thought I could be. I didn't know THIS was what a bimbo was!! Now it says I have to be like this for a whole week. Mommy, like, how long is a week again? I totes forgot."
Mandi's mom, after looking at the name "Chronivac" as she listened to Mandi's story, suddenly dropped the box and turned to the computer, seeing the still-running Chronivac program on the screen, with Mandi's profile front and center. Right away in the name field Mandi's mom saw the proof needed to confirm Mandi's story; the person standing next to her was indeed her six year old daughter Amanda, now some 20 year old ditz with tits larger than her head dressed like some slutty schoolgirl. She now recalled seeing the name floating around in the TransDem servers just before she left, and hearing rumors of a reality altering program on the dark web being made some time after she left. If this wasn't shocking enough, Mandi suddenly leans in and whispers, "So, like, is it totally true I was made by daddy sticking his cock in your pussy?"
Mandi's mom fell out of the chair aghast. "The hell, Amanda?!"
"I'm sorry, mommy!! Sometimes I have bad sexy adult thoughts like that!! Like, I got all dumb, but I also learned all this sexy hawt grown-up stuff!!"
"Well, if this day couldn't get any more awkward..." Mandi's mom sighed, "...not only has my daughter been turned into a bimbo, but she basically not only got the sex talk several years before I planned to give it to her, but the same thing that did it took it a million steps too far and basically downloaded the Kama Sutra into her brain without any context."
"Like, what's the Kama Sutra?"
"Nevermind..." Mandi's mom sighed again. She got back up into the computer chair and looking at the Chronivac, only to notice alongside Mandi's profile it had added a second one, hers.
Name: Kaitlyn Peterson
Age: 42
Weight: 129 lbs.
Species: Human
Sex: Female
Breast Size: B
Hair Color: Brunette
Current Chronivac Modifications: None
There were many more details, pages more, but for the time being, we won't bore you with them.
"The fuck? How did it upload my information as well?!" Kaitlyn ponders. "I have to data mine the software to see how this works..." She looks over and sees Mandi honestly trying to keep interest in what her mother was doing, but also, whether or not she was aware of it or not, was also slowing grinding on the corner of the desk the computer was on, requiring Kaitlyn to clap her hands in front of Mandi's slowing ahegao-ing face. "...seeing as you're going to be stuck like this for a week, I'm going to have to have a very awkward conversation with you about your body."
"I'm like, sooooo horny, mommy!!"
"Dear Cthulhu, that is a sentence I never thought I would hear from my own child. Chronivac, TransDem Industries, now you pissed me off." Kaitlyn went back to the Chronivac program, and right away using her coding knowledge pulled away the veneer of the Chronivac operating system to see the code underneath to see that while some of it was running seemingly incredulous insane code, but a large chunk of it was actually based in code SHE wrote. TransDem kept a bunch of her code from her days working there and used it as the framework of... THIS. If she was careful, she might be able to hack it, but there was still that mystery code to deal with, plus she was dealing with software that can transform and warp reality itself. One slip-up and...