Change Me App - Auto Adjusted - Pantyhose TF
Tags: Inanimate, Pantyhose TF, Breast expansion, inanimatecaption
Dorothy Patterson turned thirty today and she celebrated it the only way she knew how… clocking into her lame job at 7:58 AM sharp. Nine years at the same desk, straight out of her bachelor's, morning till late, every day a photocopy of the last one. The lights hummed overhead and her kanban board…
Dorothy Patterson turned thirty today and she celebrated it the only way she knew how… clocking into her lame job at 7:58 AM sharp. Nine years at the same desk, straight out of her bachelor's, morning till late, every day a photocopy of the last one. The lights hummed overhead and her kanban board was full again. Her chest was flat and her hips were narrow, like always. She had hated both for about fifteen years now. 'Thirty years old… no boyfriend, no curves, no work-life balance crap. Happy birthday to me...' A shadow fell over her monitor it was Vicki… of course. The new hire who had decided, for reasons Dorothy never understood, that they were destined to be best friends. Normally Dorothy ignored her. Today apparently that wasn't an option. "Dorothy! Happy birthday! What are you even DOING here? You should be home with your boyfriend or your family! Not staring at spreadsheets!" Dorothy dragged both hands down her face. "Vicki, I've told you like twenty times... there's no boyfriend. Who would date a flat chest like me? And don't give me the 'some guys are into that' speech. I don't have time for that." Vicki sighed and leaned on the desk. "Okay, okay, you're like always, Dorothy. But listen. There's this app I just found out about and it might disappear soon btw. It's called the Change Me App! Nobody knows how it works. It's basically magic. It can actually change you. And the funniest part? Only the editor remembers. You make your breasts bigger and only YOU know they're new. To everyone else, you were always like that!" Something warm and dishonest fluttered in Dorothy's stomach. Out loud, she said, "I'm not installing your weird apps! Go do your job." Vicki pouted and wandered back to her cubicle. Dorothy lasted about ninety seconds before she took out her phone. The app installed almost instantly. Then came the EULAs, pages of them, dense walls of text about 'irreversible modifications' and 'experimental features.' She scrolled past all of it with her thumb, accepting things she didn't read, then accepting even more things she didn't read. Under the desk, her thighs rubbed together. Her sensible brain insisted it was fake, just a silly birthday game. A quieter part of her hoped, hard, that it wasn't. The tabs Editor, Tags, Bio sat at the bottom of the interface. The Editor opened first and there she was. A picture of herself, right now, in this blouse, in this chair. She had never scanned herself. She had never given it the camera. 'How is this possible?!' The Tags were worse. All her base information and properties, laid out in neat rows, including the bust size and the backside she'd been insecure about her whole adult life, each one sitting next to an editable field like an invitation. The Bio was creepy on a whole different level. Her entire life, written out in detail and all of it correct. Her hometown, her degree even her horrible first kiss, the one she'd spent years trying to forget. Her heart pounded. A drop of sweat rolled off her chin and hit the screen. 'This is insanity...' Her finger went back to Tags anyway. She went for the bust size she changed the option to DD, squeezed her eyes shut and waited to see what would happen. Her nipples twitched first. Then a deep warmth spread through her chest, a strange kneading pressure, like invisible hands were massaging her breasts and making them bigger at the same time. And they WERE getting BIGGER! She felt them swell and fill, heavier with every second, growing and growing until her old bra finally gave up and snapped loose inside her shirt. The buttons strained, pulling further and further apart until one of them popped clean off and skittered across the desk. Her nipples, hard as little nubs, rubbed against the shirt with every breath. "Hahhhh~" She clapped a hand over her mouth and looked down. They were real. Huge, round and hers. She cupped them in both hands, squeezing, blushing and smirked despite herself. Hips were the next to be modified. She set the size to L and felt her butt start to expand against the chair. The pants got tight fast, then tighter, and started making ripping noises. A notification appeared: 'It looks like your clothes don't match your form. Allow experimental feature: Auto-Adjustments? ALLOW or DENY?' The seams were at their absolute limit. She clicked on ALLOW. Instantly the pressure eased. The bra climbed back onto her new breasts and expanded to fit them. The shirt repaired itself, buttons closing one by one. The pants loosened and reshaped around her new ass like they'd been tailored for it. Dorothy leaned back in her chair and grinned at the ceiling. She couldn't have been happier. She sat there a while, just enjoying the weight on her chest. 'Should I make my hair longer next or maybe just... edit everything at once!' Her ass gave one last little expanding pulse against the seat. Then another thought arrived, warm and tempting. It was her birthday. A new body deserved new clothes. Something she'd never dar
