Mike, still grinning, reached over to the side table and picked up a glass bottle. He was an inconsiderate man of action, not words, and he had always been a bit rough around the edges. He looked at Jeff, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. Without warning, he swung the bottle, hitting Jeff squarely on the head. The impact was enough to knock Jeff out cold. As Jeff slumped in his chair, unconscious, Mike turned his attention back to the Chronivac program.
His fingers danced over the keyboard as he navigated through the various options. He found the 'reality unawareness' setting and turned it on. A wicked smile spread across his face as he began to make changes. First, he adjusted Jeff's intelligence level, dragging the slider down to 'below average'. He watched as the 3D model of Jeff on the screen began to change, his features softening and his eyes taking on a vacant look. Next, he moved onto physical changes. He increased Jeff's height slightly, making him taller and more voluptuous. He adjusted the 'breasts' slider, watching as Jeff's chest swelled into a pair of large, round breasts that strained against his shirt. He tweaked the 'weight' setting, redistributing it to give Jeff a slim waist and wide hips. He then moved onto the 'gender' option. He hesitated for a moment before selecting 'female'. The transformation was immediate and dramatic. Jeff's body became curvier, his clothes morphing into a tight, revealing outfit that left little to the imagination. Finally, Mike adjusted Jeff's personality traits. He made him more outgoing and flirtatious, with a strong preference for men. He also added a touch of naivety and gullibility, just for good measure.
Satisfied with his work, Mike pressed the 'save' button. The changes were instantly applied, and when Jeff woke up, he would have no memory of his previous life. He would believe that he had always been a busty, slutty bimbo with below average intelligence. Mike, feeling a sense of accomplishment, quickly unplugged the Chronivac USB from the computer. He navigated through the system files and promptly deleted the Chronivac program, ensuring that his newly transformed daughter would have no way of reversing the changes he had made.
With a few more clicks, he pulled up a pornographic website and maximized it on the screen. The explicit images and sounds filled the room, creating a believable scenario for when his daughter woke up. He then turned his attention back to Jessica, who was still unconscious in her chair. He gently shook her awake, putting on a concerned expression as her eyes fluttered open. “Jessica, honey-“ he began, his voice filled with feigned worry. “You fell asleep watching porn again. You really need to be more careful.” Jessica blinked her large, vacant eyes at him, her lips parting in a confused pout. She looked at the screen, then back at Mike, her expression one of innocent bewilderment. “I… I did?” she asked, her voice soft and breathy. She looked genuinely surprised, as if the idea of her watching porn was completely foreign to her. Mike nodded, patting her on the shoulder reassuringly. “Yes, sweetheart. But it's okay. Just try to be more careful next time, okay?”
Jessica nodded obediently, her large breasts bouncing with the motion. She gave Mike a sweet smile, completely oblivious to the drastic changes that had been made to her. Mike couldn't help but grin at the sight. His plan had worked perfectly. His once nerdy son was now a busty bimbo who had no idea of her past life. As Mike excused himself to his office, Jessica was left alone in the room, her eyes still glued to the explicit images on the screen.
She felt a strange warmth spreading through her body, a sensation she couldn't quite understand. It was as if the porn was somehow affecting her, making her feel things she had never felt before. She reached down between her legs, her fingers brushing against the fabric of her skimpy panties. A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to rub herself, her body responding eagerly to the stimulation. As she pleasured herself, her clothes began to change, becoming skimpier and more revealing. Her top shrank until it was barely covering her large breasts, and her skirt became a tiny piece of fabric that did nothing to hide her ass and pussy.
Suddenly, she remembered the vibrator she kept in her desk drawer. She reached for it, pulling it out and turning it on. The powerful vibrations sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp and squirm in her chair. As she continued to pleasure herself, the porn on the screen began to change. It became freakier, more intense. Tattoos began to appear all over Jessica's arms and legs, intricate designs in the form sleeves and a provocative tramp stamp.
Her speech became fragmented, her vocabulary shrinking until she could only utter simple sentences. Suddenly, her vibrator disappeared from her hand. She blinked in surprise, but before she could react, reality shifted around her. She was no longer in her chair, but sprawled out on a bed in a room that looked like it belonged to a cheap escort. Two muscular men were having their way with her, their hands roaming over her body as they pleasured her. In front of them was a video chat screen, broadcasting their actions to an unseen audience. None of this seemed abnormal to Jessica. In fact, it felt perfectly natural. She was a slutty bimbo who loved sex and didn't care who knew it. She moaned and writhed under the men's touch.
Suddenly, the scene took an unexpected turn. The two muscular men were suddenly clad in diapers, their muscular bodies dwindling into emaciated husks. Their confident demeanor vanished, replaced by a pathetic, loser-like attitude. Their hands, once firm and strong, now trembled as they touched Jessica. Their once deep voices turned whiny and weak, their words stuttering and filled with uncertainty. They looked at each other in confusion, their expressions mirroring the shock and disbelief that Jessica felt. The room filled with an awkward silence, broken only by the soft whimpers of the two men. They looked at each other, then at Jessica, their eyes pleading for help. But Jessica could only stare at them in disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. The transformation was complete. The two muscular men who had been pleasuring her moments ago were now nothing more than emaciated losers clad in diapers. The sight was both shocking and amusing, a stark contrast to the erotic scene that had been unfolding just moments ago.
As Jessica watched, another bizarre transformation began to take place. The two men, already reduced to pathetic figures in their diapers, began to sprout branches from their heads. The branches grew rapidly, twisting and turning in all directions, leaves sprouting from them in a lush green cascade. The men cried out in surprise and fear, their hands reaching up to touch the branches that now adorned their heads. They looked at each other in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. The branches continued to grow, soon reaching the ceiling and spreading outwards, creating a canopy of leaves above them. Jessica watched in awe as the men transformed into living trees right before her eyes. Their bodies remained human, but their heads were now crowned with branches and leaves, giving them an eerie, otherworldly appearance. The room was filled with the rustling sound of leaves and the soft whimpers of the men. Jessica could only stare at them in fascination. As Jessica continued to watch the spectacle before her, she felt a strange sensation in her mouth. She ran her tongue over her teeth, only to find that they were becoming crooked. She gasped in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth as she felt the changes taking place. Her once perfect teeth were now misaligned, giving her a distinctly unattractive appearance. But that wasn't all. As she opened her mouth to speak, her voice came out in a thick, ignorant redneck accent. “Well, ain't this some shit?” she drawled, her words slurred and heavy with the accent. She looked at the two men-turned-trees, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Y'all look like a couple’a fuckin’ freaks I can’t believe I thought you two were hawt!”
As Jessica castigated the two diapered tree men and reveled in the bizarre spectacle before her, another transformation began to take hold of her. She felt a strange tightness in her clothes, and looking down, she saw her body expanding. Her once slim figure was rapidly filling out, her stomach bulging outwards and her thighs thickening. Her clothes strained against her expanding body, the fabric stretching to accommodate her new size. Her top, already skimpy, was now barely able to contain her large breasts, which had also grown in size. Her skirt was now more like a belt, riding up to reveal her plump, cellulite-ridden thighs. Jessica could only watch in fascination as her body transformed. She ran a hand over her new curves, feeling the soft flesh beneath her fingers. She was now a fat, trashy whore, a stark contrast to the sophisticated young woman she had once been. But despite the drastic change, Jessica felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking in her new appearance. Her crooked teeth were becoming bucked with freckles smattering her fuller cheeks , her redneck accent seemed to fit perfectly with her new persona. “Well shiet, y’all better figure sumthin’ out I ain’t going out like this!” she drawled, her voice heavy with the accent.
The transformation of the two men continued, their bodies gradually becoming more and more tree-like. Their skin hardened, turning into rough bark, and their voices became dry and raspy, like the rustling of leaves in the wind. Their limbs stiffened, becoming branches that reached out in all directions, while their feet rooted themselves to the ground. Jessica watched in awe as the men transformed into full-fledged trees. Their faces were still visible, etched into the bark, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. But they could no longer move or speak, their bodies completely taken over by the transformation. As Jessica looked around, she realized that she was no longer in her living room. Instead, she found herself standing in a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees and lush vegetation. The air was filled with the scent of earth and leaves, a stark contrast to the sterile smell of her apartment. She looked down at herself, her trashy clothes now seeming less out of place in the rural setting. Her fat body was barely covered by her skimpy outfit, her large breasts spilling out of her top and her plump thighs visible beneath her short skirt. Well “ain't this a hoot..” she drawled, her accent echoing through the forest. She looked at the two men-turned-trees, a wicked grin spreading across her freckled face. “Y'all look right at home here now at least, I gotta get the fuck outta here though!”