Jeff watched his mother's dot moving on the screen. He clicked into the 'Apparel' tab and started to change the slave collar and cuffs. On the display was a picture of his mother wearing her harem garb. While the software wouldn't show the effects before the changes were saved, apparently it did update things afterwards. On the screen the lacy top suddenly turned a flat red color and an icon began blinking.
Jeff clicked the little movie camera and was rewarded with a real-time image of his mother removing the wispy skirt he'd given her. She'd already removed her top, and bent over to set the skirt on something the chronovac wasn't tracking.
Jeff played with the mouse, managing to get the picture to do a close-up on his mom's face and upper chest, finally getting a clear look at her tits! They somehow didn't seem as impressive without the sheer top. --and the bitch was still smiling! Jeff glared at the screen. His mom shook her head slightly as she looked where she'd set her clothes aside. Then, from the motions she was making, she began hunting through a drawer.
Even bent over and swaying from side to side Jeff couldn't understand how he'd been so mesmerized by her breasts. He clicked over to the 'Body' tab and found the slider for breast size. It was most of the way to the left, and after a moments thought Jeff slid it a few marks to the right. On the screen his mom was standing up and reaching behind her back. Suddenly a pale lavender bra appeared on the display. Jeff frowned, then clicked on the checkbox labeled 'Unaware', and then on Save.
The screen froze for a minute, then showed his mother frowning down at her now larger breasts and too-small bra. She reached back behind her and winced as the straps bit into her shoulders as unhooked and removed the bra. Jeff zoomed the display in and smiled, now those were some impressive boobs! They looked like at least D cups, maybe bigger. He zoomed back out as his mother mimed inspecting one thing after another. Jeff watched her rack jiggle and bounce as she searched. He glanced at the other sliders and nudged up the one for "Nipple size' a few marks, and maxed-out ones labeled 'Perk' and 'Sensitivity'. After a moment's hesitation he moved the Breast Size slider another mark to the right and clicked save again.
When the screen unfroze Jeff felt his throbbing erection begin to return. His mother's breasts looked huge and were barely sagging at all. Best to Jeff's mind were her large, rapidly tightening nipples. "Looking a bit nipply out, huh Mom?" Jeff murmured to himself. He zoomed out the display and watched her walking around looking for something that would fit. Eventually she gave up on finding a bra and pulled on a v-neck sweater. Purchased to be snug with her B cups it was practically skin tight and forcing her huge tits to bulge out of the neckline. As she pulled on a pair of panties Jeff smiled and clicked back to the apparel tab to finish the changes he'd started.
The location dot moved into the bathroom and Jeff watched his mom make funny faces at an unseen mirror, and touch up her makeup. He considered trying to mess with her ass, but after moving the camera for a better view he decided he couldn't improve on it. He clicked into the 'Mental' tab and stared in bewilderment at the arrays of subtabs, check boxes, radio buttons, and a screen that looked like some kind of graphing calculator. Clearly physical changes were a lot easier to do than mental ones. In the display his mom was making kissy-faces at herself and adjusting her rack, trying to stuff it back down in her top.
Clicking at random Jeff found a sub-tab labeled 'Principles' that showed a number of the weird graph displays, and underneath them a text box filled with numbered statements. 'Protects her children' was number three, proceeded by 'Looks for the best in everyone' and 'Does what she thinks is right'. "So mocking me was 'right', huh Mom?" Jeff clicked in the text box and changed the word 'right' to 'slutty'.
He smiled at the screen, then suddenly thought about what all the guys at school would say if his Mom started acting like a slut, especially with her new tits. He restored the original phrase, then moved the curser to the front of the line and began typing. "Does whatever her son wants her to." Jeff read, then hit return. The new principle stayed #1 while the rest re-numbered themselves. Jeff glanced up as he heard his mom walking down the hall towards his room, and clicked back to the main tab.