Todd manevered the menus on his device, moving past the many types of body augmentations he imputed into it. He settled on ass, a system popping up for a variety of changes. The shape feature he left alone, assuming she already had a fine figure from what he had already witnessed from beyond the counter. A X2 option seemed fine, doubling her ass from roughly 40" to 80", along with auto adjustment for hips and thighs. He hovered over the apply button, and pressed as a customer gave her an order.
Her hands grasped the top sides of her pants, and she adjusted them to fit tighter. They'd felt a little loose all day, new pants with a little wiggle room. Gwen washed her hands and went back to the mocha machine at the counter. As she navagated the buttons to near perfection, she felt a tingle run through her spine, a warmth forming down below in her waist. A blush came across her face as she focused her mind on work. She finished the drink, feeling her loose pants begin to tighten to her hips. She went to grab a wrapped straw for her customer, but realized the holder was empty. She turned and bent over to open a cabinet for a new pack, her ass swelling visably. Her kakis were strained against its growing mass, a small hole begining to form dead center. Before the man in front of the counter could look down, she raised herself back up with the new pack. Her ass tore the small hole bigger as she opened the pack of straws, the seams splitting as she emtied the pack into the holder. Her ass began to settle, a 4" hole between her thick, meaty thighs. The man looked back, grabbed his drink and left. She moved her hands down, feeling her ample supply of flesh that begged for release of their fabric confines.
Todd watches as she felt herself, shamelessly, almost seeming to enjoy the change as much as him. Her eyes went wide as she found the hole, her cheeks a flourecent red. Todd decided to-