When you reveal to your girlfriend that your 6-month-long physics project is that you’ve been developing a reality-shifting device, she is doubtful – to say the least. You present to her a small handheld computerized device. Sitting idly in your hands, it whirs and beeps. Your girlfriend is clearly not impressed, as usual.
“So you’re saying that little thing can change reality?” Christina says obnoxiously.
You nod. You explain that all she needs to do is to speak a verbal command. You switch it on, hoping your final tweaks removed any glitches.
“Alright. Well I’ve always hated my flat chest….” your girlfriend ponders with a smirk.
“Make my boobs bigger.”
COMMAND RECEIVED: MAKE CHRISTINA’S BOOBS BIGGER.
Suddenly, your girlfriend’s once-baggy top is being stretched in all directions by a humongous pair of silicon tits.
“Holy SHIT!” she yells, wobbling forward from the weight of her new tits. You stare at your girlfriend’s new cleavage, and feel blood rush to your groin.
“What the hell! These are way too big! And fake!!! I wanted natural boobs!” she whines.
You explain to her how the device needs specific instructions, or else it will make assumptions.
“Yeah, well you should’ve made it smarter!” Christina complains, inspecting her new bimbo tits. “Make my tits natural looking!”
COMMAND RECEIVED: MAKE CHRISTINA’S TITS NATURAL LOOKING.
Immediately, Christina’s round tits deflate. They keep their overall size, but their plastic look and feel immediately change to that of flesh, or fat.
“What the FUCK!” Christina yells again. “My tits are still just as big, now they sag a ton!” She sways her shoulders side to side, watching in disgust as her huge droopy tits wobble across her chest. Your cock hardens even further…
You explain to her again that the machine will take all commands literally. Because she didn’t specify a change in size, it simply made them natural. You also warn her that this prototype can only make 3 changes…
“Well fuck that!” she screams. “Your stupid machine has given me cow tits! Change me back!!!”
At this point, you’ve had enough of her whining. You didn’t work this hard for your masterpiece to be mocked. You stand up and walk behind Christina, embracing her from behind.
“What are you doing…” she asks, puzzled.
You grab a hold of her white shirt and begin to tear it in half.
You grab a hold of her white shirt and begin to tear it in half.
Then, you say aloud:
“Make Christina a human cow.”
“What the fuck did you just s-”
COMMAND RECEIVED: MAKE CHRISTINA A HUMAN COW.
Before Christina can finish her sentence, her eyes go blank. A dumb, drunk look replaces her usual resting bitch face, and she becomes completely compliant.
You continue ripping her shift in half, revealing her enormously plump cow udders.
“Mmmmm…” is all Christina manages to mutter from her now drooling mouth.
Almost instinctively, she leans forward and positions herself onto all fours, letting her udders hang below her torso. You oil your hands and grab a hold of one of her humongous tits. My God, do they feel amazing. A lot better than her flat chest, that’s for sure.
Using both hands, you grasp her giant breast and squeeze it, as if you are milking a cow.
“Moooooooooooo…” Christina lets out. You continue kneading and milking her huge tits until you see the first droplets of milk. Christina continues to moo and mumble, blankly staring off into the distance. It sure beats her constant nagging. You don’t think you’ll be changing her back any time soon.
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