Jill had found the motherload of transferable assets: womanhood. When Sue had aged her to 18 and taken all the attributes of her grown up body, she had done it the crude and ineffective way. She had stolen Jill’s looks one by one and left her with the ones too specific for the gun to take individually. Things like the smoothness of her skin, the shine and thickness of her hair, the tone of her muscles. Jill now knew she could take every outward sign of womanhood from another woman and add it to her own.
She strolled the food court, enjoying the glances her now much prettier face was getting, but irritated by the fact that no one’s gaze lingered because that was about all she had going for her. Jill picked a table behind a pillar where she had some cover and looked at all the women around her…or targets, as she thought of them. She decided to do her stealing systematically, and take the same small amount from woman and girl over the age of 14 that she could see. Starting from the left she fired a 10 second burst at six different women and then checked her results. She looked at her victims and the difference was barely noticeable. A bra was slightly less well-filled, a belly protruded a bit more, a ponytail didn’t bounce and shimmer quite as much. On Jill, however, the difference was definitely there. Her hair had grown back down to her shoulder blades and was much healthier looking. Her face was prettier, with slightly fuller lips, higher cheekbones and arching brows. Her arms and legs were slimmer, with no fat on them. Her breasts looked to have grown another half a cup size. Her waist had also lost some fat and pulled in a tiny bit and her hips were a little bit wider with a slight flare. Her butt had gained a bit of padding and was heading towards a heart shape.
Pleased with her progress, but still not satisfied, Jill continued stealing from another 9 women at 10 seconds each and checked herself again. She was well on her way to being a grade A hottie, she thought. Her breasts were now a B cup and her much silkier hair had grown down to mid-back. Everything else had continued apace, but it still wasn’t enough. Another 14 targets later and she was looking like she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine. She had C cup breasts, a gorgeous face with a flawless complexion, wavy hair down to her waist, a flat stomach, flaring hips, a full, heart-shaped butt and long, lightly muscled legs. Everything was great; she had the body she’d always wanted…but why stop there? She needed something to grow into, something to look forward to. Jill turned on the girls under the age of 9, too young to have started puberty yet and drained the six little girls she could see for 20 seconds each. Most of what she got was potential, but her face did get a little bit prettier, and her hair grew another 6 inches or so, becoming softer and more luxuriant in the process. Those last thefts would give her an even more killer body and even better looks in years to come, but she realised her boobs would still be a problem. Again at a C cup, she would grow to at least an F as she got older, probably bigger with the potential femininity she’d just stolen from the little girls. Once again the magical breast fairy blessed the unhappy fast-food girl with bigger boobs, taking Jill back down to an A cup and boosting the downtrodden teen up to a shirt-bulging D cup.