Jeremy was a simple man. He liked breasts and he liked them big. He was fond of other things, too. But, nothing got him going like a big pair of sweater kitties. So, he got to working on his vision of a new humanity.
But first, a decision had to be made. Exactly how big would he want women's breasts to be? Melons? Beachballs? Bean bags? Cars? Hot-air balloons? Celestial bodies?
Jeremy simply shrugged. If he made a change and then decided that he did not like it, he could always undo it. Nothing he changed had any permanence to it. Jeremy dictated that an average female's, fully-developed breasts would be 20 inches in diameter or the size of a medium-sized beachball.
Of course, Jeremy had other concerns, too. Such as, how would women be capable of surviving with such a massive weight? He did not want women to be rendered immobile because of his enhancements. He did not want to cause anybody any excess discomfort. He just wanted to make women sexier. Jeremy was an idealist, not a sadist.
So, Jeremy hatched the second part of his plan. Boobs would become less dense. They would be lighter and be less effected by their own inertia. Not only would this change take some of the strain off of women's spine, but it would also make boobs more perky and bouncy, too. It would be like every women really had a pair of beachballs hidden in their clothes. Jeremy was as hard as diamonds just thinking about it.
One, quick break later, Jeremy returned to the device. Everything was set and ready to go. All he had to do was press a button. Then, his wildest dreams would become reality. He could picture them now. Big-tittied babes as far as the eye could see. It would be heaven. He pressed the button and the world was imperceptibly changed.
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Or, that's what Jeremy thought. He was not a woman. So, we was unaffected. He did not have any empirical evidence in front of him to prove it.
Sure, he could take a quick glance at the internet. That would confirm things. But, he decided not to do that. Jeremy would not be satisfied with pictures and 2D simulations of flesh. No, he wanted to see the real deal, up close and in person. So, Jeremy sent his girlfriend a 'Would you like to hang out?' text.
She responded a few moments later. She said that she was too busy at the moment. But, she could stop by in an hour-and-a-half. Jeremy was excited. He had never been this thrilled in his life.
Jeremy's next 90 minutes were agony. He couldn't kill time looking at social media as that would spoil things. He couldn't watch TV or play video games, either. Because media like that had been retroactively altered as well. So, all he could do was sit on his hands for a long, brutal 90 minutes.
2 hours later, there was a knock on Jeremy's apartment door. Jeremy froze. Truth was knocking on that door. It scared him a little. He swallowed his anxiety and greeted his girlfriend. But, did she know how things have changed?