I would be lying were I to say, that, other than to double negatives, this doesn’t owe a lot to JR Parz’s Master PC. Other ideas came from an actual program you can download to edit pictures with incredibly simple tools, which is named Virtual Plastic Surgery and was the main inspiration behind this.
Also, first time with a male protagonist. Let’s all see how he deals with his newfound power.
Virtual Cosmetic Surgery
V.0.8
André Rodin was, all things considered, but a boy. Only in time he would understand how to wield the power he found by good luck and chance, and as with many things that chance and good look bestow, it might be too late.
Also, because our good friend André belonged to the ever-growing category of late high-schoolers who approach the end of their last year and yet have no idea what to do afterwards, he filled that existential void by distracting himself with videogames and stupid stuff, and in the moments between a loading screen and the next, by jacking off.
This is when our story begins to diverge from the norm: average boys his age would be content with jacking off to a few *WOMAN*ty starlets, or, given our good friend André lived in the age of Instagram, to the spicy photos of his classmates, who at the same age were already much more worldly than he’d ever be, in all the ways he so desperately ignored. Yet André was cut of different wood from the majority of his classmates, as the one thing that made blood rush to his head and to his virgin dick stand out proud was big, plastic boobies. Fake tits. Breast implants, to say it in a polite way. And beyond that, André was fascinated by every way the modern man has found to improve on one of the most beautiful things in the world, which was to say the female body.
Living in a backwater city in southern France, though, didn’t make for many interesting encounters with fake-titted bimbos. Most of André’s classmates were rather pretty-looking, but nothing like the sculpted goddesses with whom he filled his nights. He often masturbated thinking about a genie, or an alien, or some other kind of odd power descending upon his school and turning all the pretty girls of his year into fake-titted *WOMAN*s, eager to take it in their mouth, pussy and ass.
Were we to ask ourselves: how can such a delightful specimen of good young man, about to enter the most formative years of his life end up in such a degenerate state of mind, where the mere sight of pumped-up boobs and inflated lips, injected cheeks and engorged asses would be preferable to natural beauty (admitted such a thing ever existed)?
We might never know the answer, and by the way our story deals little with finding an answer to the roots of paraphilias and more with trying to describe what happened when André, who was quite the pervert, had the chance to unleash his unbridled lust upon the world.
How? It was by chance. André had taken the habit to surf the deep web, which was just a way for André to feel like he understood the world a little more. Yet, one day, in a soon-to-expire link, he found an interesting executable, named VCS0.8.apk; the file type was a mobile phone program, as it would not work in a personal computer and only mobile. Shortly, an app.
Why was it interesting? Mostly due to the two lines attached to the file: Virtual Cosmetic Surgery, v.08 allows you to apply the most common plastic surgery procedures to people around you! Some restrictions applied in this early release.
The file had an expiration date of about five minutes. It had a download count of zero, and given how deeply-hidden it had been, it was unlikely that in so short a time anyone would download it. Why would they? It was most likely a virus, or a hostile program full of malware.
André downloaded it. It was worth a shot.
It was quite heavy as a program: the download window didn’t give an estimated size, but it took André twenty minutes to download it, and by the time it was complete, it totalled at 523 megabytes.
There were no other downloads from the link and André closed the window, never to care about it again.
He passed the following ten minutes running every kind of antivirus program he knew through the file. Though, to spread a virus, putting it online for five minutes wasn’t the smartest of the moves. The antivirus signalled nothing in particular.
André decided to try it. He created a partition on his mobile – what would his family think if they saw an icon named Virtual Cosmetic Surgery? – and downloaded the program into it.
By the time he rebooted his phone, the partition already housed the program. He didn’t even needed to execute it; sure, he had chosen his root folder well, but…
Whatever.
He put his finger on it, and the program launched, changing André’s life, and as we will see quite a few more people’s, forever.
The program welcomed him with a picture of a young smiling girl, blonde with mesmerizing green eyes, and dotted lines traced all over her head and chest, the same kind of lines André knew doctors and surgeons used before operating on beautiful women, soon to be made all the more beautiful.
Welcome to VCS!, an automated message informed him. Please read these instructions carefully: the current program is in beta, and most of its functions, while almost finished, may present unforeseen effects or- André swiped the text away. Whatever. The next window asked him a series of permissions to access his social media profiles. He accepted it. What was the deal of this app, by the way? What did it… oooh.
As window updated, André saw a red circle with his name around it: and his age, occupation – student – and physical statistics: height 172 cms, weight 70 kgs. An outline of his house surrounded the circle, giving an approximate location: two rooms away a blue circle signalled the presence of his twin sister, Marie. Height 169 cms, weight 59 kgs.
How could it...maybe it was because the app could access his profiles? But he never wrote his vitals there! Or maybe it was connection to the medical database… or something else?
His finger trembling, he tapped on the blue circle of his sister.
A window opened, displaying Marie’s pretty face, her dark hair wore in bangs around her brown eyes. She was pretty, but average; nothing exceptional about her. The app though opened up another window, displaying more information about his sister:
* Marie Rodin
* Female
* Age: eighteen
* Completed operations: none
* Advised operations: cosmetic surgery - base, mental surgery - base.
The cosmetic surgery option was in blue, the mental surgery red. At first André tried to tap on the mental surgery option, only find a short message informing him it was an early alpha! Coming soon!
Thus André tapped on the cosmetic surgery option, and list appeared:
* Breast implants: silicone, 325 ccs
* Nose job
* Lips fillers: 2 ccs
* Brazilian butt lift
And again, each option carried with nested choices. André tapped on the breast implants choice:
* Visible scars
* No visible scars
* Silicone
* Saline
* Overfilled (saline only)
* Profile
* Positioning
* Rate of expansion
And then, just out of wonder for the rabbit hole he seemingly fell into, he tapped on the last option:
* Normal (100 ccs per minute)
* Quick (600 ccs per minute)
* Very Quick (100 ccs per second)
* Instantaneous
* Slow (100 ccs per day)
* Very Slow (100 ccs per week)
* Planned Growth
Uhm… what was planned growth?
Welcome to the Planned Growth program. This allows you to plan the growth of the implant inside the selected tissue, so that it follows natural tissue properties and allows for a more enjoyable, personal look. Advantages of the Planned Growth program include:
* Serotonin is released as the implant grows, stimulating pleasurable association with * breast implants and cosmetic surgery
* Complete control over the rate of growth
* Enhanced nipple sensitivity
* A ‘second puberty’ experience
Below André found a menu with options for starting time, ending time, final size, final shape, and other options.
It was all so absurd.
He closed the windows, and put his phone on the bed.
His heart was racing. It was impossible. It had to be a scam, a virus, something.
Either that, or all his darkest dreams came true.
Trembling, André opened the app again, looking for more options. Thank God, he found a revert option under a menu under the completed operations choice. This way he could… but whatever, there was no way in hell this could work.
No harm in trying, then, right?
He scrolled back to the breast implants menu, and selected his options:
* Size: 400 ccs
* Silicone
* Profile: medium-high
* Positioning: under the muscle
* No visible scars
* Planned Growth
Under the Planned Growth menu he selected the time and day, and chose to make it start a couple seconds from now, and last about a minute. Then he took out his dick and began stroking, already hard from the thought of actually being able to do such things, feeling a huge pervert.
After a short loading time, a three-dimensional picture of his sister Marie, surprising life-like (was his mobile even able to render things that well?) started to focus on her naked breasts. They were quite alright already, he esteemed a B-cup, and rounded-up, in a cute look pointed by rosy nipples and small areolae.
Then the changes began to take place.
Marie’s breasts shifted and expanded upwards and outwards, fat bouncing as something was being pushed inside them, seemingly from the centre, growing, growing.
André began to masturbate furiously, holding his phone with one hand as he desperately tried to keep it upwards while he went all-out on his dick.
Marie’s breasts kept on expanding, as her underboob rounded up, soon followed by the upper part of her breasts, which took on a spherical profile, skin so taut it took on an almost reflective sheen, as fresh her new boobs were. The implants were too small to cause a true bolt-on look, but it was enough that if Marie tried to say they were natural, she’d be hard-pressed.
Marie’s new breasts were at last displayed in all their augmented glory. They stood high and proud on her chest, signalling her silicone preference and her choice of getting her upgraded to make cocks hard. His very sister was now a fake-titted bitch.
And André came on that thought. His phone slipped from his grasp and fell on the bed as he was filled with the throes of orgasm.
When it was over, he took the phone and looked at the display. Whoa! Impressive sight, and even more since he saw them grow right before his every eye-
A high-pitched scream ruptured his eardrums.
It came from Marie’s bedroom.
While our good friend André was busy playing with forces beyond his comprehension, his sister Marie was busy trying to study inside her room, an operation made oh-so-harder by Marie’s phone, which from time to time blinked, chirped, and took her away from her attempts at concentrating.
Marie tittered as she sent a few more emojis to her friend, and then came back to scowl at the math in front of her.
Now, it might be the right time to describe how Marie Rodin looked in the blossom of her youth, before her brother changed her. Marie was slender, of normal height, but she was blessed with quite long legs for her body, so that she appeared even more alluring in a pair of tight jeans; her face was oval-shaped, showing still hints of baby fat, her cheekbones tall but not prominent. If anything, her nose was a bit too strong for her face, her nostrils a bit too large (and this was among the others a point the VCM app had detected), but it was something you could easily forget. Her lips were large and red-painted, and her breasts, a simple A cup who had been trying for years and years to try and cross over to a B cup, were a nice round shape, with her cute nipples pointed up and out.
All in all, Marie Rodine was a pretty girl, and when she showcased her best assets, she easily made more than one head turn. All this, thank to her pervert of a brother, was about to change.
It began with a simple itching of her nipples, against her white crop top: it was late spring already. Marie answered yet another message from her friends, and passed her hand, absent-mindedly on her ches- yow!
“Ah!” Marie looked down at her nipples. That… was so good it almost hurt. Marie had quite sensitive nipples to begin with, due to her small breasts, but never so… what was happening? The phone, forgotten, was put on the desk as Marie’s tentatively explored the outskirts of her breasts. Her skin was taut and sensitive. Small hisses passed through Marie’s lips as her fingers elicited sparks of pleasure. Why this, why now?
And then… her breasts bulged out a little, in the middle of her breath. Marie breathed out, and when she did, for sure, her breasts were bigger, not by much, but… and again. Her breasts, both of them, bulged out, as the strangest sensation came from Marie’s chest. It was as if something was being pushed inside her breasts, as if it was growing from inside them. Marie yowled and cupped her breasts, shock, fear and arousal battling inside her. What was happening? Why her? Why now? Her breasts surged out even more, and Marie felt that even if she gritted her teeth and tried to push back with all her might, there was some mass, something squishy and yet unyielding inside her breasts which pushed back, and now pushed outwards and out.
Breathing hard, Marie cupped her growing breasts, her nipples turning up and out, erected and buzzing with pleasure and arousal.
“Ah… ah… ah!” Marie lost her words as yet another pleasurable surge of breast growth came over her. She looked down. By now her hands could cup her breasts, but barely. They stood out proudly, round and jutting out in a way that defied gravity and proved way too perfect for them to be… the though hit Marie like a thunder… for them to be natural.
She was growing breast implants.
The though would have been enough to send her out cold, but one final surge of expansion sent her flesh, skin and fat and silicone all out and up. Marie’s fingers brushed against her nipples and another jolt of pleasure, stronger this time, passed through her.
Marie panted as her new breasts settled on her chest. She looked down. She could still see her feet, her breasts might have grown little more than two cups… trembling, she looked at herself in her mirror. Marie sported two quite large, spherical breasts, completely at odd with the rest of her slender body. She didn’t wear a bra, thankfully. They touched themselves right in the middle, and her nipples stood at attention, erect and shivering at the mere touch of her breaths.
She had grown breast implants. And her nipples were sensitively turbo-charged.
Marie took her head in her hands and screamed.