Returning to the computer, Sam loaded the Chronivac program again and scrolled down to Tom's profile. She couldn't take him home with her for another couple of months without making Jen worried, and she figured, based off his reaction to her test a few minuted ago, it wouldn't be fair to leave him trapped in a canine body with his human awareness for so long. She could turn it off completely, or maybe she could decrease it just enough that he'd be content to develop as a puppy while retaining a bit of his human intelligence to be able to remember the experience afterwards? She wondered which he'd prefer...
"Well, screw it. He's not here to choose, and I want him to feel a little bit sorry for what he did to me, if I'm honest with myself." Samantha changed the settings, lowering his "Current Mentality" to a (7) so that he was mostly dog but retained a bit of himself.
As she clicked to submit the changes, her eyes were drawn to her own profile, and she wondered about the Chronivac's capabilities as regards to herself for the first time since she'd regained her human body. She'd always felt comfortable with herself, luckily spared from the common self-doubt that society instilled in young girls. But as she reached her mid-30s she'd begun to wonder...
Subject: Samantha
Gender: Female
Species: H. sapiens
Weight: 150lbs
Height: 5'7"
---Build: curvy
---Skin tone: ebony
---Hair color: black
---Hair texture: kinky
---Eye color: brown
...........
Sam realize that each sub-menu could potentially change when you altered a category - when Tom's profile had read "C. familiaris" the options below had specified breed and coloring, among other attributes... this program was complex! Curious, she toggled to the "build" category, changing it to "Athletic" before clicking to submit the changes.
A tingling wave washed through her body as she sat in the desk chair, and she immediately stood, surprised at the sensation. It had been weeks since her temporary interlude as a dog, and she'd almost begun to doubt her memory, despite the proof of Tom's absence. A binding sensation enveloped her, centering on her hips and breasts, and her gaze was drawn downward. As she watched, he cleavage diminished, her boobs shrinking until only a small handful remained. Her pants simultaneously felt loose as her hips slimmed and her plump buttocks flattened slightly.
Quickly running to the bathroom, she stripped off her clothing, stepping onto the scale and standing in front of the full-length mirror in her undergarments. While she had retained her usual height and weight, it appeared that her fat and muscles had been redistributed on her frame, giving her more of a natural athlete's body (something she had never had or honestly desired). Her hips and butt had slimmed down, while muscle definition was much more evident in her thighs and abs. And while her boobs had withered away, she had to admit that she didn't miss the strain on her shoulders and definitely enjoyed the hint of biceps she could now see in her upper arms! Samantha twirled, throwing out a few body-builder poses she'd seen on instagram.