Here we go with yet another new chapter! I hope you truly enjoy this one, and I wish to send you all just one big huge THANK YOU for your support. I enjoyed all of your posts and all of your eagerness to read my little escapades. Thank you. Your words reinforced my confidence as a writer and a person, and I am truly grateful. Hope you'll enjoy this one too!
On a related note, given the interest around this new method of transformation, feel free to use the VCS app in your own stories, renders and whatnot ... consider it creative common by now. Keep also in mind:
- The app is a beta by now. The newest version is 0.8
- The next version of the app might have less bugs and also add a mind-altering function, like installing fetishes and whatnot
- The app (by itself) is not suited to alter anything more than bodies and memories. It does not work on reality itself, and is filled with limitations and other problems, like unintended effect. This is to give the reader and the write both more of a challenge. (then again, in the future, who knows? plugins and patches DO exist )
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Happy reading! \/
Turns out, André didn’t last long. The feeling of Marie’s new fake boobs as they hid his hard dick, their firmness, the feeling of the inert mass inside them… it was enough to make him shoot his load into her new cleavage in just a couple minutes. Marie pushed her left boob against her face and tried to lick it away, but she couldn’t so she scooped it up with her right finger, putting it against her mouth.
“Hm, not bad,” she said, “salty.” She puckered her lips. “Hey. My lips are still too thin for my taste. Let’s see what you can do.”
“R-right,” André answered, still coming back from his orgasm. He brought up the phone and backtracked to the lips options. They were less then breast ones, and mostly defaulted to either:
* implants
or
* fillers
“D-do you want implants or fillers,” André asked. Marie inched closer to look at the screen, her big boobs wobbling, but not too much, still touching at the top, where the implant gave them their domed shape.
“I just want big. What’s the difference?”
“Fillers may create a more natural shape, while implants are shaped like… small thin bananas, and are inserted into your lips.”
“What gives the best results?”
André, thinking back to his encyclopedic knowledge of plastic surgeries, answered:
“I think… I think fillers are best.”
“Are you sure? Can I go big enough? I want to have huge cock-pillows you know!”
She said it with such confidence… this wasn’t his sister. Something must have had happened. Something to do with all those warnings he skimmed through…
“Hey!” Marie brought him back to reality. “Are you finished daydreaming? I want better lips for my next blowjob, so you can tell me how good it is. Come on, select a size!”
“All right, all right, calm down,” André pushed the fillers options, and he found himself in front of a slider. A slider? The other version didn’t have sliders. Maybe this was yet another difference between versions? He was using the 0.7 one…
“So?”
“Here we go. Two ccs lower lip, one upper lip...” that did not sound too bad, did it?
“Hmm maa leeps are hingwy…” Marie said as she touched her lips. They curled out and up, slowly filling up with filler. The lower lip bulged out a little more, giving her mouth an experienced look that made André’s dick twitch. “Hmmm…” Marie puckered her new lips as they stopped growing. “Not bad. Could you, like, give me a little more on upper lip?”
“Okay…” André pushed the slider yet further, setting it to two ccs for Marie’s upper lip, which grew and rounded up, losing its cupid’s bow and giving her an inflated, polished look, as if the doctor had made sure to give her the most plastic appearance possible.
“’hey feel soo hood,” Marie moaned as she passed her fingers over her puckered lips. “So, bro, ‘ow do I ‘ook?” The slight lisp her new lips gave her was almost too much for André, who almost came then and there.
“G-good,” he gulped.
“Only good? With these new large lips and my fake tits? In fact…” Marie weighed her options, something akin to doubt crossing her mind, like a shadow. “… maybe you went a little too small.”
“Too small?”
“Why are so doubtful? Don’t you like your new and improved sister?” Marie struck a pose. Her tits wobbled against each other, but kept their round shape, unmistakeably fake. “Maybe you should improve me a little more… give me one more cup size!”
“One more cup size…” André only could wonder what his sister would look like with one more cup size! She was already pushing D territory, and with another cup size… she would have been impossibly busty for a teenager like her! Something no girl could have, unless she went under the knife… and she wanted all people to know… “… alright.” He came back to the breast menu, ignoring the flashing warnings popping up here and there. One more cup size… that ought to be about 150ccs, right? Maybe a little less.
“I’m putting 150ccs more in, okay? That would put you to 550 ccs total.”
Marie made her tits wobble.
“Nah. Let’s go with 600ccs.”
“… okay.” André’s finger hovered over the button. He bit his lip and passed the phone to her sister.
“What?”
“You… you do it. I want to see you do it.”
“Why should I?”
“You said you would be nice to me!”
“Alright…” the same odd glint flashed from Marie’s eyes. She grinned. “You want to see you big sister making herself even bigger, don’t you? Naughty boy. Here… we… go.” Marie pushed on the phone. Immediately, her breasts started wobbling and pushing out, a new amount of silicone being filled inside them. They shed what little natural shape they could have kept, turning at last into two large spherical orbs that had nothing to spare with home-grown tits. And tits they were his sister did not have breasts any more. Marie wobbled and almost let the phone fall, quickly caught by André.
“Look out!” he said, but Marie was too engrossed with her improved rack to really pay attention.
“Ooh look at them… what have I done to me… I’m such a
*WOMAN*! Like, a huge *WOMAN*!” she licked her new lips. “Hmm… I gotta make use of these, like, right now!”
Marie put her newly enhanced lips to work, puckering them and sucking André, cock, who believed he was now in paradise, or some related neighborhood at any rate, one filled with plastic babes. And his improved sister was mewling all over his cock, slobbering from her fat lips.
The phone flashed red. André tried to see what it was warning about, but before he could, Marie, hand went up to caress his cheek, then go down towards his neck and chest. She lifted her eyes. The same odd light shone in them, an oddly hungry light, hungry for… for what? Cocks, and silicone, and then… what?
“Like, sooo good! My new lips are so puffy and good! I’m such a cock*WOMAN*!”
“Well, maybe we should…”
“Yeah, like, do my tits next!”
“I… already did your tits.”
“Uh?” Marie blinked, with all the intelligence of a cucumber behind her blue eyes… were her eyes always so blue…? And then she cupped her breasts, making the silicone inside them sway out and up. “No, like, you totally need to do them again!” She giggled. “Marie wants boobies!”
André ought to put an end to this madness. Warnings or not, the app was definitely changing more than Marie’s boobs. He had to stop this. His fingers wriggled towards the phone… approached the Revert button… his eyes wandered towards Marie’s expecting smile, her eyes so vapid, her smile so genuine… she breathed in and out and her ample tits jiggled, what little they could. She was so nice. She had been so nice as of late. Very nice, kind, cock-sucking aside.
He needed his sister, though.
“Alright,” André said. “Alright,” he repeated, with more strength in his voice. “This ends now.”
“Uh? What do you, like, mean, Andy-poo?”
“One
THOUSAND ccs tits coming right up!” André tapped on the phone, tossed it forgotten on the bed, where it jumped out of sight, out of mind.
“
Eeeep-!” Marie tossed her head back as her tits exploded forward. There was no subtle adjusting of mass this time, they simply ballooned to a size almost equal to her head, all pumped up and ready, shedding any pretence of realness or similitude. “… eeaah! My tits! My tits are
huuge,” she said, too preoccupied with the orgasm she was having from her turbo-charged, thumb-sized nipples to care. Her mouth curled up in a huge smile.
“Like, thank you so much, baby bro! You like know always what’s better for me! Can I suck your cock?”
“Use…” André gulped, and cupped her left tit. It stood firm and unyielding beneath his fingers. This was more silicone than flesh, anyway. And his sis was more bimbo than Marie by then. “… use your tits,” he commanded.
“Like,
sure!” Marie tittered and slowed down her huge tits, covering André’s cock as they massaged it, coaxing every last sperm out of it. André lost of all sense of time. The bedroom dissolved, and for the longest time, he couldn’t say how long, everything that was in his room was just his sister, his sister’s tits, his sister’s warm tits, and her pussy, and the throbbing, red-hot pleasure around his cock.
Then, all of a sudden, not even lust could sustain André’s spent body. He collapsed on the bed, Marie falling seconds after him, her body covered in cum and sweat, her face lit up by a vapid smile.
“Hee hee…” she managed to murmur as her hands roamed her enlarged, pneumatic chest. “… so good, so good…” then her eyes closed down and she began softly snoring.
André looked at her. Her hair was, well, not blonder, but it looked a lot softer. Her skin was now perfect, as it was her ass. She was a vision. A vision he would enjoy forever, if only he did not need a drink.
André, still wheezing, sat up from the bed.
Crack.
Something broke.
Looking down, André found out it being the phone, first, and his heart, second.
“Oh no no no fuck no no no please no…” he pleaded as he picked up the broken remains of the phone, fragments of the display littering the floor. A sparkle or two frizzed from the shattered case, and from the fried circuits inside. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He… he was fucked now.
“Yep… fuck…” answered Marie from her peaceful sleep.
André turned away from his phone and towards her form. He had never seen her so relaxed. A soft smile puckered her plumped lips. He hands were cutely held together in front of her plastic chest. She seemed so unreal, now. So cute and sexy at the same time. André let go of the phone, putting it on the bed.
He turned towards his sister and spooned her on the bed. His cock rose at the touch with her booty, but he ignored it. Well, maybe he could have given her a little more down there. No use for it now. Oh well squats were still a thing. He put his trembling arms around his sister, who wiggled contently against him. She was so warm and soft, and so firm around her chest. Her smile grew and she lifted a hand to suck on a thumb. “Blblbl…” she muttered in her sleep. André snickered.
His whole world had crashed around him. There was no telling what his parents would say as soon as his new sister was revealed to them, in all her plastic glory.
“Blblbl…” Marie bubbled again, and again André laughed. Whatever.
He took her in his arms, plastic boobs and all, and she whispered “… love you baby-bro…”
André hiccuped and held her closer. She was so warm. And so cute and happy…
Maybe he really could get used to this.
“… love you too, sis,” he admitted, and then closed his eyes.