Laura's view of Rachel was interrupted by the boyish waitress from earlier stepping between them, as she brought Rachel her order. She took a cup and saucer from the tray she was holding and set it on the table in front of the goth girl. Laura noticed the waitress lean down, as if Rachel was whispering something in her ear. The waitress gave a quick glance at Laura before turning back to Rachel.
As the girl returned to the kitchen, Rachel's and Laura's eyes met for a moment. The goth girl gave a slight smirk from her purple-hued lips, then turned her gaze to the cup of coffee, putting her end of their informal game on hold. Laura decided to take this opportunity to make more changes, as Rachel began pouring cream and sugar into her cup.
She focused on Rachel's butt, which she had a slightly worse view of since moving her seat. She quickly used the remote to apply the changes, then watched in anticipation. Rachel was taking a careful sip from the coffee cup, staring straight ahead of her. She didn't even react as her bare legs and ass began to grow thicker. Her butt-cheeks grew as large and round as her breasts, forming a shelf of an ass. The purple bikini bottoms were stretched, sinking into her ass-crack. She shifted in her seat a bit, her leg flesh jiggling as she re-adjusted her chair.
"God damn," Laura muttered to herself. She squeezed her legs together a bit, trying to calm her twitching cock.
She thought about what else she could do, and pulled up Rachel's stats. She was 19 years old, a few months older than Laura. The idea of an age difference intrigued her. She decided to double Rachel's age, as well as make a few other physical changes. She wondered what to do about her occupation: a 38-year-old college student wouldn't be unheard of, but she had to have some kind of way she was making money for herself. She decided to add a second job: "Camgirl." At least it wouldn't require much more explanation or backstory to make sense.
She took a quick look through the girl's personality settings, where some sliders caught her eye. Rachel was dead center on the "Shy/Assertive" spectrum, and slightly right-of-center on "Submissive/Dominant." Laura was a bit hesitant to mess with Rachel's personality. Even if they weren't directly acquainted, she didn't want to make too drastic of a change to her new muse's mind. But it was hard not to think with her dick, which was currently poking into the underside of the table. Its throbbing made it clear that the mental image of Rachel becoming a thick goth dommy mommy was turning Laura on like nothing else.
"Maybe just a little tweak," she thought, as she moved both sliders halfway between the center and the rightmost position. She obsessed over the physical changes she had entered, adding a few more adjustments. She applied the changes, not wanting to waste any more time.
Laura looked up at Rachel, who was still nursing her coffee. The goth girl took a look at Laura, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile. As Rachel set the cup back down with grace, Laura noticed that her lips were becoming more plump. They jutted out from her face in a permanent pout. Her face gradually matured, looking more like that of an older woman than a girl on the cusp of adulthood.
Rachel lifted her arms as she stretched. With that motion, her body seemed to respond, growing taller and wider. She grew to 6-and-a-half feet tall, standing well above most men, and even taller with her platform heels. Laura watched as a chubby paunch grew in. Rachel gained a little more weight overall, her breasts and ass thickening further. Her hips widened, giving her even more luscious curves. Her bikini top was stretched, covering even less of her pendulous tits, while her bottoms all but vanished beneath her new flab. She didn't react to any of this, instead returning to typing away on her tablet.
"Miss," a voice interrupted. "Here's your order."
Laura's view was suddenly blocked by the waitress from earlier. The tomboy stood between her and the absurdly large, curvy woman she had crafted. Laura shifted in her seat, trying to see past her.
"Your coffee, Miss," the waitress said, paying little mind to Laura's squirming as she set a cup and saucer on the table in front of her. "And a slice of cheesecake, courtesy of the lady at the table over there. She said she'd take care of your check. Please, enjoy."
She placed a plate with the strawberry-topped cheesecake on the table, then moved to Rachel's table to give her a slice of her own. After the waitress left to perform other duties, Laura could finally get another look at the object of her desires. She watched the MILF take a bite of cheesecake, then start typing on her tablet. As she took another bite, she let out a loud, exaggerated moan, clearly intending for Laura to hear how much she was enjoying it. The sound made a shiver run up her spine.
Laura was starting to have reservations about this. The beautiful, confident, curvy woman that Rachel had become was also strangely intimidating to her. It didn't help that Rachel towered over her half-pint body more than everyone else in the cafe already did. As if she wasn't insecure enough about her height, having been ridiculed for her shortness throughout high school. The only assets that puberty had bestowed on her were a giant penis that was almost half her size when fully erect, and a pair of ostrich egg-sized testicles hanging between her legs, not that they did her reputation any favors. She took on bodybuilding as a hobby, but it was obvious to everyone that she was mostly just doing it to overcompensate for her petite frame. The skintight blue Zero Suit she started wearing every day to try to show off her body did little to counter this notion, especially when she started wearing a pair of high-heeled boots along with it. Those years of mockery had made her a bit of a wallflower. Thankfully, most people in college left her alone, aging out of their childish rudeness, but she still struggled to socialize.
She let her stubby, muscular legs swing back and forth above the floor, as she stared ahead at the slice of cheesecake. She tried not to indulge in sweets too often, but it was a nice gesture, and she could always work off the calories later. She took a bite. It didn't really taste as orgasmic as Rachel made it seem, but it was still pretty good. As she ate, she glanced up at Rachel's table. The massive goth woman was staring straight at her with piercing blue eyes. A wide smile spread across her plump, purple lips, as she licked them from end to end. It was clear what she wanted. Laura's face turned bright red, as she shyly averted her gaze.