As she came down from her sexual high, she began to worry. Earlier that afternoon, she had shrank down to fit in a smaller uniform. If it hadn’t been for her bra not fitting quite right, she might have forgotten her original size. She had long forgotten how it felt to have a dick tongue or four legs. She could remember having them and remembered fucking Suzy, but trying to imagine how each dick felt, or how it was to walk on four legs was impossible. It seemed like each form gradually rewrote her brain to accommodate it. With that in mind, Jen decided to use her powers to imprint a default body into her brain.
She went to the bathroom to strip off and clean up. As natural as the four arms felt, she had a little trouble with her shirt. With a sigh, she retracted them and tried again. Two arms made it easier to slide the shirt up and off. Her bra came next. Her breasts looked as perfect as ever, aside from a hint of red around her nipples. It was just a product of vigorous pinching and rubbing and it would go away soon enough. Jen decided to hold off on her default imprint idea until after her shower. Her pussy was dripping excess cum and her body was hot and sweaty. She really didn’t want that to be part of her default appearance.
She slid off her skirt, then began to peal off the damp panties. Several orgasms worth of fluid clung to her lips as the fabric came free. It made her feel gross and she didn’t spare any time turning on the tap. When the water was at a comfortable temperature, she stepped in and began to lather soap onto her arms and torso. She took her time wiping the sticky mess out of her crotch. Once satisfied that she was free of sweat, dirt, and soap, she stopped the water and stepped out.
She didn’t know if her transformations could affect the moisture on her body and was very thorough with the towel. A hair dryer and brush came next. Jen wanted to make sure everything was clean and comfortable before she committed to a default. When she was satisfied that she had removed any excess moisture and had sufficiently combed any tangles from her hair, she went back to her room.
She had forgotten to grab some clean cloths, but wasn’t too worried since her parents were downstairs. Plus, her room was only a few yards down the hall. She slipped out quietly and moved towards her open door. There was a moment of panic when she heard feet falling on the stairs nearby. Had her sister come home? She had no way to know without looking. She quickened her pace and barely avoided getting caught naked in the hall.
She leaned against her door and laughed, recalling her “mission impossible” moment with Suzy a few days prior. Once refocused, she went over to her mirror. In it, she saw her ordinary looking self, of course with perkier breasts. She was happy to include that in her default appearance. She decided to plump up her ass and widen her hips as well, but not more than an inch or so. Once satisfied, she used her powers to create a permanent image of her current form in her mind.
Now whenever she transformed, regardless of how long she spent as something else, she could always just push a mental button to go back to normal. Jen tested it by growing six large breasts down her torso, then recalled her default. They flattened out and disappeared, leaving only the two she started with. One more test with additional fingers and toes was enough to convince her that it worked. She smiled at her handiwork and decided to share the idea with Suzy next time they met up.
It wasn’t quite time to turn in for the night, so she decided to have some more fun. She grew back her extra arms. It was somewhat underwhelming how normal they felt. Nothing she changed had to be learned and new arms just weren’t all that exciting. Maybe it was because she had no real need for them at the time.
As she lay there twiddling her four thumbs, she remembered her tongue cocks from that weekend. What was the point of being able to change her body if it only ever became interesting when she was horny? Jen let out a long sigh and retracted the arms. She already masturbated and couldn’t think of anything else worth trying. In her boredom, she decided to turn in for the night. It was only eight and she usually slept closer to nine. If anything, she’d be able to wake up easier with that extra hour of sleep. She pulled on a pair of panties, then flipped off her lights before sliding into bed. Sleep came easily...