Brendan finds a magic tablet that can alter reality. He uses it and gives himself boobs, then a huge feminine booty, then feminizes his whole body. After, he shows his wife, Elisha.

Chapter 2: More Tablet Fun

You continue to admire your new body in the mirror , running your hands over the curves, the softness, the firmness. You’re surprised to find that you’re enjoying this transformation, enjoying the way your body looks and feels.

It feels strange, but also exhilarating, like running on a new pair of legs for the first time. The yoga pants cling to your skin, the fabric molding to your every curve, accentuating the movement of your thick thighs and your enormous, round bubble butt. You run your hands over your hips, feeling the muscle and fat shift beneath your fingertips, the softness and firmness of your new body. Everyone you pass thinks nothing of your changes, because to them, this was your normal body. You even saw some women checking you out, since they still viewed you as male, despite your anatomy from the neck down. Your confidence grew with each stride, each bounce of your enormous, round bubble butt. You could feel the weight of each step, the shift of your hips, the jiggle of your thighs, and the sway of your breasts. Your sports bra held them in place, but they still bounced gently with each step, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body.

When you arrive back home, you admire your big booty in the mirror, grabbing onto it with both hands, giving it a good squeeze.

The flesh is soft and firm, like a perfectly ripe peach, yielding slightly under your touch before bouncing back into place. You can feel the weight of it, the solidity, the jiggle. It’s like having a built-in trampoline, and you can’t help but grin at the sight of it, the way it sticks out from your body, the way it sways and wobbles with each movement. You turn to the side, admiring the way your ass cheeks jut out, round and firm, the seam of your yoga pants pulling tight, accentuating the curve.

You give your bubble butt a good smack, watching as it jiggles and wobbles, the flesh rippling beneath your touch. The sound echoes through your living room, a deep, resonant thud that makes you chuckle. You can't help but walk around the room, watching as your ass bounces and jiggles with each step. You reach back, grabbing a handful of your new bubble butt, feeling the weight and the give of the flesh. You give it a squeeze, watching as it wobbles and settles back into place. You go back to the tablet and add more to your hips and ass until it measures 60” around. Your pants adjust to accommodate your new girth, the yoga pants now sit so tight that they look like a second skin. You watch as your bubble butt now sticks out even more, like two giant peaches hanging from your body. You turn to the side and admire your new body in the mirror. As you admire it, you decide to have some fun and turn the jiggle all the way up to “Anime Physics”. The tablet flashes, and your ass instantly becomes a lot more bouncy, the flesh jiggling and rippling with every tiny movement. You can't help but laugh, watching as your buttocks wobble and jiggle like gelatin, the effect so exaggerated that it's almost comedic. You turn to the side, and your big bubble butt jiggles and wobbles so much that it's like watching a water balloon filled with jelly. You can't help but marvel at the sheer physics-defying display. You turn around and look at your reflection in the mirror, your big, round bubble butt jiggling and wobbling with each step, the yoga pants now straining to contain your massive, jiggly posterior. The sight is so absurd, so hilarious, that you can't help but let out a laugh, a deep, belly chuckle that seems to come from your very soul.

You recheck your measurements again :

- Breast size: 34C

- Waist: 26 inches

- Hips: 60 inches

- Thighs: 20 inches

- Inseam: 27 inches

- Height: 5'8"

- Weight: 160 lbs

- Shoe size: 7

You smile at yourself in the mirror, loving the way your new body looks and feels. Your big bubble butt is the star of the show, jiggling and wobbling with every little movement you make. You reach back and give it a squeeze, marveling at the way the flesh gives way under your touch before bouncing back into place. You can feel the weight of it, the solidity, the softness. It's like having a built-in stress ball, always there to squeeze and play with.

You decide to take a break from exploring your new body and sit down on the couch, your big butt sinking into the cushions, making you feel like you're sitting in a giant marshmallow. You look through old social media posts to see how your new body has retroactively changed your past. One of the things that had changed, was that women still saw you as an attractive male, despite you being female from the neck down. They looked at you the same way men would view a woman with the same figure.

There are pictures of you at the Olympics in 2014 in your luge spandex; your huge booty and boobs filling out your suit, despite you still competing in the men’s event. Because of that, your big booty gained you a lot of fans, mostly women who saw you as a sexy, athletic hunk. Comments range from "He's got such a great ass!" to "I'd tap that in a heartbeat!" to "Damn, I wish I had an ass like that!" and many more. You watch the video of you walking off the track, you ass jiggling with every step , the spandex doing nothing to hide your massive butt. You laugh, it's absurd and funny, but you can't help but feel a sense of pride. This body, this big, jiggly butt, it's yours. You're the one who created it. Another post from a fanpage catches your eye—a meme with a picture of you from the Olympics, your luge suit stretched taut over your giant, jiggly bubble butt. The caption reads, "When your man has a bigger ass and tits than you do." You click on the image, enlarging it, and can't help but let out a laugh. The image is so absurd, so exaggerated, that it's hilarious. But at the same time, there's something undeniably sexy about it. You can't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that this body, this big, jiggly butt, it's yours.

Another change you realize is that due to your Olympic fame, you were also on the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition back in 2015, with a photo of you in a tiny bikini, your massive, jiggly bubble butt on full display. You click on the link, and the image loads, making you chuckle at the sight of your absurdly large, round buttocks, barely contained by the tiny bikini bottoms. It’s a thong bikini, and the story is about you being the first male in the swimsuit edition. The photo is iconic, you are standing in the water with your back to the camera, your enormous, round bubble butt on full display. The thong does nothing to hide your massive, jiggly posterior, and the water just highlights every curve and ripple. You can’t help but laugh at the sight, the absurdity of it all. But there’s also a thrill running through you, a sense of pride and accomplishment. Another picture from the shoot pops up—you in a tight, low-cut one-piece, your C cup breasts practically spilling out of the top. You can see the outline of your nipples through the fabric, your large, round buttocks somehow even more pronounced in the shot. The suit is a deep blue, the color complementing your tan skin and making your eyes look even bluer. You look like a goddess, a sexual being built for pleasure and power.

You find another picture from Halloween in 2015 where it looks like your costume is “Slutty schoolgirl” but the skirt is so short that it doesn’t even cover your big, round bubble butt. You can see your fishnet stockings, your big jiggly thighs and your high heels. Your big boobs are barely contained by your tiny top and abs are on display. You look like a Victoria's Secret model doing cosplay. You laugh, it's absurd and hilarious, but also sexy as hell.

You look over the pictures then sigh. “I think I need some big tits to go with my huge ass.” You mumble to yourself, a grin playing on your lips as you reach for the tablet again and remove your sports bra to get a good look at them. You navigate to the "Breast" section, and your eyes widen as you see the various options available. You can adjust cup size, perkiness, shape, nipple size, areola size, and more! To start, you decide to play with cup size, trying out each on to see what you like. You increase your cup size to a D. Your breasts swell immediately, the flesh expanding and lifting, pushing outwards. They’re a bit bigger, now the same size as someone like Amouranth. You admire them in the mirror, running your hands over the curves, feeling the weight and the fullness. You notice a slight change in your stance, your shoulders and hips adjusting to the new balance, your big, jiggly butt now complemented by a generous D cup rack.

Next, you try DD cup size. Your breasts swell even more, the flesh pushing outwards, the weight of them making your shoulders and neck feel heavier. You watch in the mirror as your breasts grow, the cup size increasing to where you're now staring at a set of double Ds. They look like they belong on a centerfold model, big and full, with a slight lift to them, perky enough to make them stand out. You can't help but reach up and cup them, feeling the weight and fullness in your hands. You run your thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden beneath your touch. You marvel at how sensitive they are, how every touch sends jolts of pleasure through your body.

You go to the next cup size: "F". The same size as someone like Mia Malkova. Your breasts grow even larger, the flesh pushing outwards, making your shoulders and neck feel even heavier. The swelling is significant, and you watch in awe as they reach a size that seems almost impossible for your frame. They look massive, almost cartoonish, but still maintain their perkiness. You cup them, feeling their weight in your hands, marveling at the sheer size of them. They're huge, almost comically so, but there's something undeniably alluring about them. They're big, bouncy, and full of life, like two water balloons ready to burst.

You pinch your nipples between your fingers, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple through your body. Your nipples are hard and sensitive, standing out against the soft flesh of your breasts.

You continue to try cup sizes, all the way up to "J", the largest size available. Your breasts swell to the size of basketballs , the flesh so full and heavy that you have to brace yourself to keep from toppling over. The weight of them pulls your shoulders back, your posture changing to accommodate the new balance. You watch in the mirror as your massive, jiggly breasts sway with each breath, the skin stretched taut, veins visible beneath the surface. They're so large, so round, that they seem to defy gravity, standing out from your body like two enormous, soft moons. You reach up and cup them, feeling the weight and the fullness in your hands. They're massive , like two watermelons attached to your chest. Your nipples are large and prominent, dark and erect, standing out against the pale skin of your breasts. You pinch one between your fingers, and a wave of pleasure ripples through your body, making your breasts sway and jiggle. You can't believe how sensitive they are, how every touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

You look back to your same pictures to see how the past has adjusted again . You now see how your new huge tits paired with your big ass has changed your life's trajectory. You were a viral sensation, memes and jokes flying around about your assets.

You were invited to late-night talk shows, magazines, and even a few NSFW websites. Your debut in the men's luge event at the Olympics had been a spectacle, with fans and athletes alike unable to take their eyes off you. The photos from the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition had become iconic, your jiggly, round bubble butt and massive breasts the talk of the town. The swimsuit, a tiny thong bikini, did little to hide your enormous assets, and your confidence as you posed for the camera was infectious. The water lapped at your curves, highlighting every ripple and valley, every dip and swell. Your breasts, now a size J, were barely contained by the tiny triangles of fabric, your dark nipples visible through the thin material. The water made your breasts look even more impressive, the droplets clinging to your skin and rolling down your curves.

You walk around the room to get a feel for them and realize that the “Amine Physics” you gave your booty also applies to your tits. They jiggle and wobble comically with each step, defying gravity and reality. You laugh at the absurdity of it all. You looks like a character from an anime, with your massive, jiggly breasts and your even more massive, jiggly ass. You decide to go back to the tablet and make it so that your nipples are always hard and erect , a feature that you find particularly appealing.

You also decide to make them lactate at a rate of about 20ml/hour. Your nipples swell again as the milk ducts form, the skin around them becoming more prominent and the areolas darkening even further. You can feel the change, a slight tugging sensation as your body starts to produce milk. You reach up and squeeze one of your nipples, and a small drop of milk dribbles out. You smile, running your thumb over the nipple, feeling the milk well up and drip down your breast. It's a strange sensation, but also oddly satisfying. You pinch your other nipple, and a stream of milk shoots out, hitting your chest and dripping down onto your thigh.

You check to see how your social media has changed again . There are new pictures and video clips of you from various events, all showcasing your new, massive assets. There's a video from a charity event where you're wearing a tight, low-cut dress, and your breasts are practically popping out of the top. The camera pans down to your cleavage, and you can see your nipples pressing against the fabric, the outline of them clearly visible. You laugh at the sight, the absurdity of it all. But there's also a thrill running through you, a sense of pride and accomplishment.

You take the tablet and look at some more options. You see one for “Figure” with options like “Hourglass”, “Slim-thicc”, “Thicc”, “Chubby”, “Athletic”, “bodybuilder”, and a bunch of others. You decide to try out a few, curious to see how they'll affect your body. You start with "Thicc," , just like Jen Wolfie, the popular internet personality. The tablet flashes, and your hips and thighs begin to grow wider, the flesh spreading and reshaping itself. Your waist expands , and your stomach becomes rounder. Your body redistributes fat and muscle in all the right places, giving you the perfect hourglass figure. The yoga pants adjust to fit your new body, the fabric tightening and molding to your curves. Your ass becomes even more pronounced, the extra weight and fat making your bubble butt look even more exaggerated.

You turn to the side, admiring the way your body now curves in all the right places. Your muscle is hidden beneath a layer of fat , giving you a soft, plush look. You can see the definition of your abdominal muscles, but they're just hints, teases beneath the smooth, round surface of your belly. Your waist is thicker, but not so much that it takes away from your hourglass figure. Instead, it complements it, giving you a lush, voluptuous look. Your hips are wider, your thighs thicker, and your ass is even more pronounced. The yoga pants strain to contain your new curves, the fabric so tight that it looks like a second skin, every inch of your body on full display.

You rub your belly , feeling the softness and the firmness, marveling at the way it curves out from your body, round and full. You turn to the side, admiring the way your hips jut out, the extra weight and fat giving your hourglass figure an even more exaggerated silhouette. Your big, jiggly butt looks even more pronounced, the extra weight making it appear even more comically large.

You walk around the room, feeling the way your new body moves, the way the extra weight and fat shift with each step. You can feel the way your thighs rub together, the way your hips sway with each step. Your ass continues to jiggle, even after you’ve stopped moving , the “Anime Physics” effect making it seem like it has a life of its own. You notice how your belly now sways gently with each step, the extra weight and fat shifting and moving in a way that’s both hypnotic and erotic. You go back to the bedroom, and decide the change into a bikini to really see how you look. You dig through your drawers and find a neon green bikini, with a tiny top that barely covers your massive breasts and a thong bottom that leaves nothing to the imagination. You slip it on, feeling the soft fabric against your skin, marveling at how it clings to your every curve and ripple.

You admire your new “Thicc” figure in the mirror. The bikini top strains to contain your massive, jiggly breasts, the fabric stretched almost to the point of transparency. Your nipples, always hard and erect now, are clearly visible through the thin material, the dark points standing out against the pale flesh. The top is a triangle shape, with little support, so your breasts sway and wobble with every movement, defying gravity in their sheer size and weight.

The bottoms, a tiny thong, do little to hide your enormous, round bubble butt. The neon green fabric cuts into your flesh, accentuating every curve and dimple, every ripple and valley.

Your big, jiggly butt is on full display, the thong doing nothing to hide your massive, round cheeks. The fabric is so tight that it looks painted on, every inch of your body visible, from the curve of your hips to the small of your back, to the swell of your buttocks.

You watch in the mirror as your body jiggles and wobbles with each movement. Your big, round bubble butt jiggles and ripples, the flesh seemingly alive with its own energy, the “Anime Physics” effect making it seem like it has a will of its own. You twerk , just to see how it looks, and you're not disappointed. Your buttocks clap together, the sound echoing through your bedroom, the jiggle and wobble almost hypnotic. You turn to the side, admiring the way your ass cheeks jut out, round and firm, the seam of your bikini bottoms cutting into your flesh, accentuating the curve. You run your hands over your hips, feeling the softness and the firmness, the extra weight and fat shifting beneath your fingertips.

The sensation is strange, but also pleasurable.

You walk around the room, enjoying the feeling of your new body. The extra weight in your hips and thighs gives you a different kind of energy, a slower, more sensual kind of movement. You notice how the "Anime Physics" effect seems to have extended to your entire body, making every movement exaggerated and fluid.

When you watch yourself walk, your hips sway more dramatically than before, and your breasts bounce and jiggle in a way that defies gravity. Your ass, however, remains the star of the show, jiggling and wobbling with every step, the flesh rippling and rolling as if it were made of liquid.

You can't help but admire the way your new body moves, the way the extra weight and fat shift and sway with each step. It's a mesmerizing display, hypnotic in its rhythm. You decide to test the limits of your new "Anime Physics" body and do a little dance routine in front of the mirror.

You start with a simple twerk, but the movement sends your ass cheeks into overdrive, clapping together so hard that the sound resonates through the room. You laugh at the absurdity of it, but the sensation is exhilarating. You feel like a cartoon character come to life, all exaggerated movements and over-the-top reactions.

You go back to the tablet and look at some more menus. You find one for “Body Age” with a slider from 18 to more, with it currently set to your current age of 38. You select your body from the neck down, then go to the slider. You move the slider to the left, decreasing your body age to 25. The tablet flashes, and you feel a tingling sensation spread throughout your body. You watch in the mirror as the wrinkles on your neck and face disappear, your skin regaining a youthful, taut appearance. Your breasts defy gravity, perking up and becoming fuller, the nipples becoming even more prominent. Your ass tightens, the flesh firming up and lifting, making your hourglass figure even more pronounced.

You turn to the side, admiring the way your body looks now. Your skin is smooth and unblemished, with a youthful glow.

Your muscles are toned and defined, but still soft and supple, with a slight layer of fat covering them. Your breasts are full and perky, the nipples dark and erect, pointing straight out. They jiggle and bounce with every movement, defying gravity, the "Anime Physics" effect making them move in a way that's both erotic and mesmerizing.

Next, you select “Career” and change it from “Personal Trainer” to “Cosplayer/Influencer/Streamer” using a copy of Jessica Nigri’s and Amouranth’s careers (but an an “male”) over to yourself. The tablet flashes, and you feel a shift in your perception. Suddenly, you have a whole new set of memories, of conventions, photoshoots, and meet-and-greets, having become a cosplayer after retiring from luge in 2014. You look at your social media, and you're astonished to see that you've amassed millions of followers, your fame attributed to your daring cosplay outfits and your incredible, exaggerated physique. You have a legion of horny female fans, mirroring all the men who love Jessica and Amouranth. You scroll through your posts—photos of you in skimpy outfits, your massive, jiggly breasts spilling out of corsets, your big, round bubble butt accentuated by tiny bottoms. You're the one who's living this surreal life.

On Twitch , you're a sensation, your latest streams averaging over 10,000 viewers at any given time. You watch clips from your latest stream, where you're doing a hot tub stream in a tiny, neon green bikini that barely covers your massive, jiggly breasts and your enormous, round bubble butt. The water makes your breasts look even more impressive, the droplets clinging to your skin and rolling down your curves. The jiggle and wobble of your breasts and your ass are hypnotic, and your viewers can't get enough. They spam the chat with compliments and requests, begging you to jiggle more, to twerk, to do anything that will make your assets bounce and wobble. You grin at the sight, the absurdity of it all.

You also have an OnlyFans account, which is absolutely thriving. You scroll through your latest posts: selfies of you in various outfits, bikinis, lingerie, cosplays, and sexy cosplays. Your latest post , a video of you twerking in a tiny thong and a sports bra, has over a million views and tens of thousands of comments. You watch as your enormous, jiggly butt claps together, the flesh rippling and wobbling in a way that’s both absurd and arousing. The comments are filled with exclamations of shock, lust, and admiration, with your female fans declaring their love for your assets. You can’t help but grin at the sight, this newfound fame and adoration giving you a thrill as you read their comments:

@ariannejones90: OMG! I’d love to suck on his tits!

@sexykitty123: Brendan, you have the most INSANE body! I want to fuck your pussy so bad!!! 🤩

@ tessa_rose: Brendan, you're a fucking work of art. I want to fuck you like a ragdoll and suck your tits dry.

You laugh at the comments, the absurdity of it all. But there’s a heat growing in you, a fire igniting in your belly. You’ve never felt this desired, this wanted. You’ve never been this sexual, this… fuckable. Online, you’re known as “The Internet’s Boyfriend”.

You decide to do a little more exploring, a little more experimenting. You want to see what else this tablet can do, how else it can transform you.

You find one menu called “Milk Letdown Triggers” with normal options, as well as more interesting and sexy ones like “Female Moaning”, “Arousal”, and “Arousal of nearby women”. You decide to try out all three just for the hell of it, so now you start leaking whenever your hear a woman moaning, you are turned on, or if a women nearby is horny.

Satisfied, you decide to go out and explore your new life in this new reality, where all of this was considered normal. You put on a skimpy cotton tank top, with no bra, and a pair of low rise cutoff denim booty shorts that barely cover your massive, jiggly ass. The shorts are so small that the waistband cuts into your flesh, giving you a bit of a muffin top, and the denim fabric is stretched thin, molding to your every curve and ripple. You can feel the material digging into your hips and thighs, the friction of the fabric against your soft, smooth skin sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You decide to wear a pair of cute Nike high-tops to complete the look, the bright colors and bold design complementing your new, exaggerated figure.

You admire your reflection in the hallway mirror, grinning at the sight of yourself. You look like a walking, talking anime character come to life, a caricature of a woman with your massive, jiggly breasts and even more massive, round bubble butt, but still with your male head. You can't help but laugh, the absurdity of it all tickling your funny bone. But there's also a thrill running through you, a sense of excitement and anticipation. You're curious to see how the world will react to your look, how they'll treat the Internet's Boyfriend in the flesh, since to everyone, this is normal, so you head to the mall (Chinook Centre, in Calgary).

As you walk through the sliding doors, a cool breeze hits your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but shake your hips a bit, feeling the swish of your shorts against your thick thighs, the gentle rub of your tank top against your firm, jiggly breasts, and the jiggle of your massive booty with every step.

You saunter into the mall, grinning at the sight of people barely noticing you—as far as they're concerned, this has always been your body.

As you pass by a group of women, you hear a soft moan—one of them must have been aroused by your appearance. Instantly, your nipples tingle, and you feel a warm, wet sensation in your breasts. You hide your smile as you subtly reach into your tank top and feel the milk dripping out. You run your thumb over one of your nipples, and a stream of milk shoots out, hitting your hand. You quickly lick it off, enjoying the sweet taste.

You glance at the group of women, noticing a few glances thrown your way. You smile innocently and continue walking, feeling the weight of your breasts and the pull of your nipples with each step. You hear one whisper to her friend “Damn, that is the fattest ass I’ve ever seen. I wish my boyfriend had a booty like that…”

You can’t help but chuckle at the comment and the irony of it all. You’re a man, and you’re the one with a massive, jiggly bubble butt. You also notice, with some amusement, that you’re starting to walk with a bit of a feminine swagger, your hips swaying more than usual, exaggerated by the Anime Physics effect. It feels kind of good, though, like you own your body and the way it moves. You feel a strange mix of pride, embarrassment, and excitement.

You decide to use the tablet to alter reality so that starting in the year 2000, 25% of women born after 1980, start a second puberty when they turn 20, that causes breast tissue to develop on their abdomen, giving them a big, jiggly, pregnant looking belly, ranging in size from looking 4 months pregnant, to overdue with triplets. You also make bellies considered as sexy as boobs, and it’s sexy to show them off with crop top, baby tees, tight shirts or dresses, and other accessories. Bellies can be perky and sit high, or carried low, just like boobs. Sometimes they correspond with breast size, other times they are wildly different from each other.

You hit send, and watch as women in the mall between the ages of 20 and 45 instantly change as the past is rewritten to have always been that way, and no one knows different. You see a group of women in the food court, all proudly displaying their new, pronounced bellies, some in crop tops and others in tight dresses, showing off their new assets with confidence and pride. You can't help but grin, the sight a testament to your newfound power and influence. You check your phone to see what celebrities and influencers now have bellies, and see that Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Meg Turney, Jessica Nigri, figure skater Kaetlyn Osmond, and Amouranth are among the 25% with bellies, all of varying sizes. Taylor’s big, low hanging belly makes her look to be 9 months pregnant, while Selena’s belly is high and perky, like a pair of perfect boobs.

Meg and Jess both have their bellies sitting low, adding to their already curvaceous figures. Amouranth’s belly is massive, like a watermelon strapped to her waist, while Kaetlyn’s sticks out, proud and prominent, like a trophy. You feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you’ve altered reality to make these changes.

You continue to walk around the mall, enjoying the sensation of your new body. The weight of your breasts, the jiggle of your ass, the sway of your hips—it’s all so different, so new, yet so exhilarating, but you wonder what it feels like to have a boob-belly too. You decide to give yourself a belly to match your massive, jiggly breasts and booty. You pull out the tablet and navigate to the "Belly" section. There are options for size, shape, perkiness, and even skin tone. You decide to start with a size that's comparable to a late-term pregnancy, around 8 months. You hit send, and watch as your stomach begins to expand, the flesh pressing outwards, creating a rounded, jiggly belly that sits low on your hips. The tablet flashes, and the past is rewritten to reflect this change.

The sensation is strange, like a balloon being inflated inside your body.

You watch in the mirror, fascinated, as your stomach swells, the skin stretching taut, creating deep indentations around your navel. Your belly button deepens as the flesh pushes outwards. The jiggle and wobble of your breasts and your ass are now accompanied by the gentle sway and roll of your new belly.

You reach down and touch it, feeling the softness and the firmness, marveling at the way it curves out from your body, round and full. It's like having a built-in pillow, warm and comforting against your touch.

You poke it gently, and it jiggles, the flesh wobbling and rippling like gelatin. You can't believe this is your body now, your new normal. You run your hands over your belly, feeling the smooth, soft skin, the gentle curve of your hips leading down to your massive, jiggly booty. You turn to the side, admiring the way your belly sticks out, low and round, the flesh firm yet soft to the touch. You can see the outline of your belly button through your tank top, a small, round bump underneath the thin fabric. You want your new belly to be bigger. You increase the size slider to 9 months, and then to the next size up, labeled "Overdue with Triplets." The tablet flashes, and your stomach continues to swell, the flesh pushing outwards even more. The skin stretches taut, the deep indentations around your navel now even more pronounced. Your belly button is now almost non-existent, swallowed by the sheer mass of your belly. The jiggle and wobble of your breasts and ass are now accompanied by the gentle sway and roll of your massive, round belly, which seems to have a life of its own. You want it bigger, like the size of a yoga ball. You set the slider to "11 months" and quickly adjust the "Perkiness" to "Low", so it hangs heavy and loose. The tablet flashes, and your stomach expands further, the flesh spreading outwards like a water balloon being filled to the brim. The skin stretches thin, the deep indentations around your navel now more like craters. Your belly button is now completely swallowed by the mass of your belly, a small, deep hole hidden beneath the taut, translucent skin.

You continue to walk around the mall, adjusting to your new belly. It feels heavy and cumbersome at first, but you quickly get used to the additional weight. You notice that your hips sway more dramatically with each step, the added burden forcing you to change your gait. Your massive, jiggly breasts and your even more massive, round bubble butt now have some competition for attention. Your belly is low and heavy, hanging from your body like a pendulum, the flesh wobbling and rippling with each movement. The sight of it is both absurd and mesmerizing, the sheer size of it making you feel like a living cartoon character.

You walk with a noticeable waddle now, your center of gravity shifted by the massive belly, your hips swaying more dramatically with each step. Your breasts and ass jiggle and wobble in sync with the belly, the three areas working in harmony to create a symphony of flesh. It's a sight to behold, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You walk past a group of college girls , and one of them whistles at you, "Damn, girl, that's a big ol' belly! You ready to pop yet?"

You chuckle, placing a hand on your massive, round belly. "Not quite yet," you respond, taking in their admiring glances. You can see the envy in their eyes, the desire to have a belly like yours. You've always been a stickler for body positivity, and now, with your newfound assets, you're a living testament to that.

As you continue your stroll through the mall, you notice the tablet vibrating in your pocket. It's a notification from your new social media accounts.

You pull out your phone, a sleek, custom device with your name engraved on the back, and swipe to open the notification. It's a message from Jessica Nigri, including some new pictures from her latest shoot.

You've always admired her, and you're thrilled to see that she's following you back. You click on the notification and open the message. It's a series of behind-the-scenes photos from her latest photoshoot, showcasing her new belly. She's wearing a tiny crop top that barely covers her massive, jiggly breasts, and her belly is on full display, low and heavy, just like yours. The sight of it sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of admiration and arousal. she has also sent you some bonus nudes, that she would never release to the public.

One of them is a pic of her with her big belly out, and her massive tits, and her huge, jiggly ass all on display.

You admire her curves, the way her body moves and how she carries herself with such confidence. You can't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that you share a similar body type now. You quickly type a response, your thumbs flying over the screen. "Wow, Jess! You look incredible. That belly is a work of art. I'm absolutely loving it." You hit send, feeling a thrill run through you as you wait for her response.

As if on cue, a reply pops up almost instantly.