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People think they understand the Net, and by extension, they think they understand jackers like me. ‘Oh, you see the same stuff I do, only faster, right?’ It’s hard to even explain how wrong they are. They didn’t know about the code, the protocols, the exploits that could steal all their data in the fractions of a second between turning on their messenger app and their friend’s complaint about Frogurt Dome running out of strawberry appearing on their screen.

Even the idea of seeing isn’t exactly right. We have to talk in visual metaphors for people who’ve never been Inside, but that’s a painful simplification. It’s like being part of the Net. You can feel the edges of systems like different textures. Operating over a high-latency link is like having your own limbs respond with a delay. You get deep, and there’s no better way to do the work I do.

Most of my jobs are penetration testing. Companies hire me to test their networks against intrusion. It’s like getting paid for breaking and entering, but confined to cyberspace. If I can get in, I give them a detailed report on how they failed, and how to keep people like me out in the future.

It’s good money, but not quite as good as the other jobs I sometimes get. I have contact information I don’t put on my business card, for jobs I don’t advertise. These other jobs are essentially the same, except that I break into other companies than the one that’s paying me, and while I still let them know their security is bad, my notice is less of a ‘detailed report’ and more of a ‘total deletion of their live data and exfiltration of R&D projects.’

It’s wildly illegal, of course, but jackers are very difficult to stop. When you can track and intercept every packet as it leaves, logging servers don’t have much hope of following you.

I was on my way to a meeting now to arrange one of the shady jobs. I liked to meet in person to discuss details, particularly since I always insisted that any information I needed be delivered on paper, hand written. Nothing about what I did was ever to touch a computer. While I trust my own data security, I think I can be forgiven for not having much faith in anyone else’s. Paper can be burned, but with a properly paranoid backup system, bits are forever.

It’s always fun to see how clients react to me. It’s always the huge, stuffy corporations that hire me when they can’t compete fairly with some new tech that has shown up. Hiring me is cheaper than buying out a startup company, so the VP that makes that decision gets to claim savings on his review and pick up a bigger bonus. Which all meant that they hated paying my rates to someone so young that their company wouldn’t consider hiring her for anything better than first line tech support.

It didn’t help that I looked like I could violate every item in their company dress code at once. I didn’t even have the decency to look like the hackers from the movies with their perfect hair and stylish club clothes. My hair was shaved bald in the back to keep access for the jack, and that wasn’t in style anywhere. My clothes were mostly second-hand, chosen for comfort over looks. Yoga pants -- without the ass to fill them out, unfortunately -- and an oversized t-shirt that labeled me ‘#1 Dad’ didn’t get me any attention on the street, which was the way I liked it. I’ll dress up a little for the legit clients, but I’m not making money on professionalism in the underground market. It’s all about the skills, and it’s not like they’ll be posting a public review of my work. Illegal wares acquired as requested, but poor customer service skills. C-. Would not conspire with again.

I made serious money from my work, both the legal and illegal, but it all went toward early retirement. I didn’t bother getting a lot of fancy clothes, or eating at the trendiest restaurants. When you live mostly on the Net, your physical needs can be pretty modest.

The meeting place was my choice, a little hole-in-the-wall noodle place in a part of town that was not very reputable but not quite dangerous. The kind of place where you don’t really trust the Health Department grade posted on the front window.

I walked in and sat down at the only table that contained a guy in a suit. To his credit, it was a nice suit, but the clean-cut, slicked-back hair look really didn’t fit in. Maybe the company thought sending a vaguely handsome guy would help them when dealing with a younger female contractor. Maybe it would have been, if he was more my type. I stared calmly at him as his expression shifted from confusion, to disgust, to careful stoic indifference as he recognized who I was. I didn’t bother hiding a smile. “Good evening. Are we ready to do business?”

The suit stiffly removed a manila folder from a briefcase and set it in front of me. He looked around like he really thought someone would be watching us in this run down restaurant. Absurd. “Here’s the information, produced according to your specifications.”

“Aww, no talk? If you’re going to be my contact, I should at least have something to call you.”

He cringed. “Call me John.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nice joke, but I’ve heard it a lot.”

“It’s my real name,” he mumbled.

“Oh. All right then.” I took the folder and flipped through the pages inside. I already knew the basics of the job. The target was a relatively small startup that had developed some new tech that my client wanted, and my primary goal was exfiltration of the research project, with both chemical formulae and software to run the equipment to create it. As requested, the documentation was all hand-written, with occasional diagrams to accompany the precise, square handwriting of a draftsman.

That’s what most of it was, at least. The last couple pages looked like they were written by a teenage girl, complete with pink ink and all the lowercase Is dotted with hearts. That section was a preliminary report on the cyber defenses I’d be facing. It was helpful, but really weird to see net defenses described in such a format. I didn’t think they even allowed pink pens inside the building at stuffy companies like I was dealing with. “Looks good, but who did your scouting, the daughter of some middle manager?”

The company rep looked nervous for a moment. “No. Don’t let the handwriting fool you. Our internal crew was pro. They just couldn’t crack this one.”

‘Was’ pro? They must have gotten fired for their failure. Harsh. “You know that if you guys tried this job once and failed, there’s a good chance the target will know who it was that stole their data when it actually goes missing.”

The suit shrugged. “They’d know anyway when we’re suddenly competing with them. All that matters is that they can’t prove it.”

“Of course. Well, this all looks in order. Do you have the deposit?”

He nodded and set a credit chip on the table. They were theoretically untraceable, but I’d still launder it anyway. Paranoia pays off.

I slipped it into my pocket and put the documentation back into the folder. “All right, we’re done here. I’ll see you here again in a few days to hand over the results.”

The suit stood up, then hesitated when I didn’t do the same. He looked around. “You aren’t going to...actually eat here, are you?”

“I sure am!” I announced. “This is some authentic greasy noodle cuisine. Great stuff!”

He shook his head in disbelief. “But for what we’re paying you, you could... Never mind. Best of luck with the job.” He turned and left the restaurant.

His loss. The noodles were delicious.

I sat naked in the middle of my secondary office, a mostly empty apartment across town from my actual residence. When jacking in, it’s best to remove all distractions from your physical body. The floor had a comfortable rug, and the air conditioning kept the temperature pleasant.

I reviewed the documentation one last time before I began the run. The pink writing still bothered me, but the information looked good, and I could tell from the descriptions that it was written by someone with actual infiltration experience. It just sounded strangely upbeat for a report on a failed operation.

It was time to begin. I unspooled the cable to my Net interface and plugged in.

The apartment disappeared and my awareness shifted into my local machine. I ran the usual system tests, verifying that my local Net connection was running at full speed, and that my hardware was all functioning properly. A failure at the wrong moment would mean failing my job, as well as possibly being tracked down. Not to mention that suddenly dropping a jack connection results in a killer headache for a few hours.

I was given the Net location of the target, but of course I didn’t go after it directly. That’s amateur style. I spread my awareness over an array of secure connections to my remote bots, and attacked from there. My infiltration programs augmented my senses, and I could feel the vulnerabilities like running my hand across a brick wall and finding where some were missing.

As I was told to expect, getting into the edge server was easy. I suspected it was intentionally left unpatched as a honeypot, but I knew better than to follow the obvious path. I slipped inside and felt the greeting banner boom through my head. When you normal people log in with a terminal you just see some allcaps text warnings. I get a stern voice shouting in my head.

WARNING: USE OF THIS SYSTEM IS SUBJECT TO MONITORING. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL HAVE MEATSPACE CONSEQUENCES.

Every system has a warning like that, but it was all talk. Nobody had actually managed to track me down so far. The chances of these guys being the first to get me were pretty low. It wasn’t that much more effort to reach their internal network and find the subnet that was supposed to be the R&D servers.

The problem was that the mount points were all empty. The servers were bare, a fresh install with no added users or data. If there was research happening here, it wasn’t where my intel said it would be. I cursed mentally, angry at my client for directing me right into a honeypot. I’d have to find the real servers on my own, and fast.

I tried to verify that I was still blocking outgoing packets, but started getting lag over my link. That usually meant either an ISP problem or link saturation. I checked my local stats and got scared. Something was coming in to my system fast enough to take up all my bandwidth, and it wasn’t anything I triggered.

Time to abort. I started clearing my tracks on the remote system, closing firewall holes and file writing blocks I had put in place, but the lag held me just a moment too long. My concentration started breaking as my thoughts scrambled. There was a terrifying moment where I couldn’t focus on anything and random memories and images flickered through my mind, just jumbles of words and ideas and disconnected concepts, and then it was over. The remote link dropped and I was dropped back into my own head, just as the disconnection headache crashed down on me.

I barely had time to pull the jack from my neck before I blacked out, curled up in a ball on my floor.

***

I woke hours later, head still throbbing. The situation was bad. If I failed to clean up any traces on the remote system before I was disconnected, they had a chance of finding me. Either the cops or private security could be knocking on my door at any moment, depending on how much I had pissed them off. I got to my feet, quickly dressed myself again, and staggered out the door.

My advantage was that the apartment was rented in a fake name, and they would have no idea what I looked like. That would give me a chance to watch for any response without being recognized. I rushed into the convenience store across the street to buy some painkillers. I’d never accomplish anything if I didn’t get rid of this headache.

With that done, I walked to a small cafe next door. I could keep an eye on the building for a couple hours and see if it was safe. I sat at an outside table and ordered some water and a sandwich. As soon as my water came I pulled the painkillers from the bag and downed a few. Oddly, there was a bottle of nail polish in the bag along with my painkillers. I didn’t remember buying it, so it must have been someone else’s purchase mixed in with mine. Oh well, it would give me something to do while I waited.

For the next couple hours I sat at the cafe, slowly eating a sandwich and painting my nails this super-cute cherry red. They looked so much better than when they were plain that it made me wonder why I didn’t keep them painted all the time. Nobody showed up at the apartment, so I must have covered my tracks well enough.

I went back inside and assessed the situation. I disconnected my terminal from the Net and checked it for malware. As far as I could tell it was clear. Nothing different from my usual setup. I felt a weird tingle as I connected to it, but chalked it up to nervousness. It was tempting to make another attempt immediately, but that would be unwise. I needed more time to plan, and I was also in the mood to bitch at my employer. Their instructions said they had good intel on the data, but the report still sent me right into a trap.

I took the documentation and returned home, leaving my infiltration equipment behind. Reviewing the report from the original team, I couldn’t see any sign of deception. It was an entirely plausible report of what might have happened. Either the target rearranged their network after the first attack, or someone went to a lot of trouble to generate false intel.

If they wanted me to fail, they could have just not given me any information. These guys clearly had great security, so the odds were against me to begin with. My client must have thought their info was good, and still wanted me to succeed, or they would have just turned me in or had to police show up during my op. The target seemed to know I was coming and was ready, but didn’t do any worse than disconnect me. Nobody’s actions made any sense to me.

I sighed in annoyance. Not even sticking my hand down my pants and gently rubbing myself helped me think. I’d felt unusually needy since waking up after the disconnect, and it looked like I’d be making an appointment with long-neglected Mr. Dildo before bed.

In fact, concentrating really wasn’t working for me at the moment. I stripped off my pants as I headed to my bedroom, one hand rubbing at my wetness. Yeah, a couple orgasms would really clear my head, and probably knock out the last remnants of the headache.

I woke up naked the next day, in a much better mood. I carried the dildo to the shower with me to wash it, and got ready for the day. The status meeting with the client was in the afternoon, which gave me some time.

I decided a walk would clear my head, so I threw on some comfortable clothes and set out on a quick trip around the neighborhood. My mind was dwelling on how to handle the meeting. I still suspected that they knew something ahead of time that they didn’t warn me about, but I didn’t know the best way to get it out of them.

My reflection in the window of a roadside shop caught my eye and I paused. Whoa, was I really planning on meeting a client while looking like a college student stumbling into an 8 AM class? No no, that wasn’t acceptable. I pulled up the location of the nearest salon on my phone and hustled over.

The salon was a high end place, and from the look on the receptionist’s face, they didn’t get many people who were starting from such a dismal state as I was. She cheered up quite a bit when I explained that I wanted to look more respectable (and had the money to pay for their high-end services), though. The receptionist ushered me to a private room, and I was soon joined by a personal stylist who gasped at my appearance.

She paced around me, assessing what she had to work from. “Oh honey, you need a lot of help, don’t you? Well, you certainly came to the right place. I’m Brie, now tell me what you need.”

I blushed. “I’ve never really put much effort into my looks, but I realize I’m not presenting myself to clients very well. I need to get cleaned up a bit. And I guess I’d like to actually look like a grown woman.”

Brie ran her fingers along the back of my head where my hair was shaved off. “Girl, you are lucky we can do growth accelerators here.” She touched the short hair I had remaining in front. “You have a nice rich brown color, so I don’t think we need any tinting. I can definitely get you looking better.”

A thought popped into my mind, and I somehow knew a great look for me. “Actually, do you think I could go blonde?”

Brie looked at me for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, that would look great too.”

Other than that, I trusted Brie’s advice, and got some fantastic treatment. The hair growth accelerator felt really weird, but it was worth it for the head of long, thick, blonde hair I left with. Eye catching, and with a slight curl, the only downside was that it covered my jack port. It was worth that minor annoyance, since I looked so great.

I also had Brie help me out with a bit of makeup. I thought she went a little light, but had to bow to her expertise. She also did some touchups on my nails, since my painting job was a little lacking in skill.

I felt much more relaxed when I left, though I’d have to get used to feeling my hair brushing my shoulders as I walked. One short cab ride had me at a local department store where I could get some better clothes. The sweats I put on in the morning were just crap, and the suits I had at home were too stuffy.

Shopping usually wasn’t very fun for me, but it turned out to be way more enjoyable when you actually try to look fashionable. I didn’t have the curves to pull off anything too showy, but everyone likes seeing some skin. I picked out a few short skirts and tank tops in bright summer colors to display what I did have. I didn’t even bother wearing the sweats out of the store, since what I got was so much better.

My little makeover almost made me late for my meeting, but I still made it on time. I swished into the noodle shop and sat opposite my contact again. He stared at me in surprise, and I quickly crossed my legs. Oops, wasn’t used to wearing skirts. I looked at him sternly. “Your intel had some issues.”

He nodded, and I thought I detected a stifled smile. “You didn’t succeed.”

“Of course I didn’t succeed,” I scoffed. “Your operation report led me right into a honeypot. I was lucky to get out without being tracked.”

He sighed. “They didn’t track our team either. We expected you to complete the operation on your first attempt, so we didn’t warn you, but after our team failed they exhibited some odd behavior. You should be careful.”

Odd behavior? Now he was repeating urban legends to me. Everyone’s seen those chain letters about computers hacking back into people via their jacks, but that’s just absurd. I laughed. “Yeah, sure. You want me to believe the little company you had me go after has figured out jack-based brain programming when nobody else has? Please. Your team was just making up excuses to avoid getting fired.”

The company rep looked me up and down. “Right... Well, we’re still willing to pay you if you can complete the job. Are you willing to try again?”

I tapped my bright red nails on the table while I thought. “Yeah, I’d say I can. I’m, like, real curious about what they’re hiding now too.”

He nodded. “We’ll expect your next report in two days.” He paused, then gave me a smile. “Oh, and that’s a nice look for you. Quite an upgrade.”

I blushed. Cute guys don’t usually give me compliments like that. “Right. Two days.”

He walked away and I sighed. A smile and a compliment and I was puddling my panties? I must have been really neglecting myself lately. I’d definitely be spending more quality time with my little plastic friend tonight.

I was back in my rented apartment, ready for my second attempt at the job. Usually it was a bad idea to go back to a system where you were already caught once, but I really was interested now. I’d done my own recon this time, and verified that their actual corp network was where I thought it was.

I jacked in, being careful not to catch my long, blonde hair in the port, and started up my bots. This time I planned to go through some user machines that had access to the Net. Every machine has vulnerabilities, and these were no exception.

Again it wasn’t difficult to get into their corporate network, but once inside it was strangely empty. The warning banner boomed through my head again, and interestingly, they had changed it since last time.

WARNING: USE OF THIS SYSTEM IS SUBJECT TO MONITORING. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS WILL HAVE MEATSPACE CONSEQUENCES. REPEAT OFFENDERS WILL RECEIVE INCREASED PUNISHMENTS.

Like that was going to scare me. I started watching traffic, hoping that an important part of the network would be seeing heavy use. My connection broke up for a moment and I cursed. I was getting closer!

The traffic led me to another server, and I finally found what I needed. Tons of files, and probably not just copies of the employee handbook. I started dumping the file list to my deck when the interference started up again. I got strange flashes of phantom sensation from my own body, interspersed with mental images I couldn’t make out.

I didn’t even have a chance to try for a clean exit this time. My connection dropped suddenly and I again fell into blackness.

***

It’s a bad week when I wake up with a plug-pulling headache twice. I groaned and slowly stood. I probably didn’t need to run, since they hadn’t come for me before, but paranoia is hard to shake. I quickly pulled on my tank top and skirt (bright yellow today!) and stumbled out of the apartment building onto the street. I tossed my bra and panties in a public trash can; I was way more comfortable without them, even if my nipples were slightly tenting the tank top.

I grumbled about screwing up as I stalked my way home. If I had been annoyed last time, this one was way worse. I’d need to cum, like, a dozen times to feel better. Ooh, there was a sex toy shop near my place! That would help me out.

It was only a slight altering of my path, but it did improve my mood a ton. The shop had lots of cool stuff, and I walked out with even more items than I expected. I got a really spiffy vibrator, and some special undies, and some clothes that would be really daring but oh so cute.

There was a spring in my step as I finished my walk home, and the bounce of my skirt got me some surprised looks as it exposed my naked lower half. It felt good to give a bit of a show, and I could already feel myself getting all wet for my new toy. It was all bumpy and gel-covered with prongs to touch just where I wanted.

I didn’t even bother stripping when I got home. I almost couldn’t even wait to load my new friend with batteries. My pussy burned with need, and the moment my door closed I threw myself on my couch, spread my legs, and buried the vibrator deep inside me. Even before I switched it on I was moaning in satisfaction, but when it started up I bucked like an animal. The prongs pressed right against my clit, making me cum, like, right away.

The second cum wasn’t far behind, but I was insatiable. I fucked myself all evening, until I nearly passed out from being tired, and there was a damp spot that covered most of my couch.

I ordered some Italian delivery and took a quick shower. I was drying off when the food arrived, and I forgot to put clothes on before answering the door. Oops! The delivery boy was pretty cute, but I was way too tired to give him a naughty tip, so I just let him have a good look. I may not have very good curves, but I’m in good enough shape to be fun to look at.

I slept naked that night, and decided I really needed some silk sheets. I still woke up really refreshed and ready for the day. While I was getting dressed in my adorable pink outfit, I gave my body a look over and realized I was being super dumb. My figure wasn’t the greatest, but there were ways to fix that, especially when you have as much money saved up as I did. How could I have forgotten the Reshape Clinics when they have ads all over the place? I couldn’t make it to my appointment with the client in the afternoon if I hit the clinic, but I’m sure they’d understand. A girl has to look her best!

I stopped by the restaurant first. Handing the cashier a few credits and giving him a sexy smile was enough to make sure he’d give my card to John when he arrived. I didn’t usually give out my home address, but I wrote it on the card because I was sick of the dumpy eatery and having a cute guy in my place would be so much more fun.

That taken care of, I hopped a cab to the nearest clinic. I was so excited! I couldn’t wait to pick out my new look.

The receptionist looked at me skeptically when I entered. “Welcome to Reshape, do you have an appointment?”

I shook my head. “No, but I’d be totally grateful if you could fit me in. I mean, I need some serious upgrades. I’m sure you can tell.”

She was either naturally blessed with a sexy body, or had made good use of an employee discount. “I believe we could find room for a client with a large job.” There was an unspoken ‘that will make us lots of money’ on the end of that sentence. “Have you been to one of our clinics before?”

I shook my head. “Nopers! This is my first time.”

“Well you’re in for a treat.” She handed me a brochure that was kind of boring but had some fun pictures, but gave me an overview anyway. “One of our techs will work with you to decide on the exact improvements you want. Once you have it nailed down we’ll use our special outpatient process to get you looking good and have you back on the town tomorrow at the latest.”

I smiled. “Super! I’m really excited.”

She made a quick call, and a cute guy in a Reshape-branded lab coat came out of a side hallway. He walked up to me and shook my hand with a bright smile, eliciting a flattered giggle from me. He held my hand lightly and led me back to a private room, which had far more computer equipment than I had expected. “Greetings, miss. My name is Blake. What can we do for you today?”

I looked intently at the computer equipment, which was really cool. Lots of graphics power and displays. I bent over to get a closer look at a holo table, making my skirt ride up and expose part of my ass. “Ooh, the RSL Holoviz 490! This just came out. Are we gonna play with it?”

Blake laughed, looking slightly impressed at my knowledge. “We certainly will.” He locked the door and gestured to a device in the corner. “First step is to get your current measurements. Please undress and step into the scanner.”

I coyly raised an eyebrow at that, then did my best sexy walk over to the scanner and quickly dropped my light garments to the floor. I made a sexy pose in the scanner, kinda hoping that he could see my growing arousal about showing off.

Blake seemed surprised at my complete lack of underwear, but recovered quickly. His face quickly fell into the look of concentration I’d seen from plenty of people doing troubleshooting. He was figuring out how to fix me.

The scanner pole lit up and spun in a circle around me. I saw the holo table turn on at the same time, and a 3D image of me appeared. As soon as the scan was done, I bounced over next to Blake and looked at myself. “Yeah, that could be a lot better.”

He glanced over at me. “You can get dressed now if you want.”

I shrugged and leaned against him. “Maybe later. I like showing off.”

Blake cleared his throat. “Well then, we have some preset shapes that are fairly popular. I recommend this one for you.” He tapped a few keys at the Terminal and my body in the holo table shifted, getting a little bigger in the tits and hips. Even my ass looked a little rounder. My face was subtly different, but nothing major. “Relatively subtle, but quite attractive.”

It looked pretty good, but I was sure they could do better. “Nice, but show me what else you have.”

He nodded. “All right, here are some other choices.” A couple more keypresses made the holo image waver, and soon there were six of me there, all different shapes.

They ranged from super skinny, to a bit fat, to one on the end that made my pussy wet just looking at it. I knew instantly what I wanted and pointed to it. “Ooh! That one! It’s so hot!”

Blake laughed. “I...suspected you might be interested in that one.” He selected it and it filled the screen. “This is a preset we designed specifically for adult entertainment actresses. There are a few extra features that aren’t immediately visible.”

I stared it my enhanced image with lust. Big, but still perky breasts, extra wide hips, and puffy, pouty lips. I wanted that to be me. “Tell me.”

“You may notice there’s no hair below the neck. That’s permanent. The erogenous zones are all enhanced. They say it makes a better show when the orgasms are real. That includes vagina, anus, nipples, and lips.”

I shivered. “That’s totally awesome! I wanna be hot like that.”

Blake chuckled. “We can definitely do that. We can also do some customization if you like.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” I studied the holo image. “Can I have bigger hips?”

The image showed my hips widening by a couple inches. “Hot! Now make my tits bigger.”

“All right.” He adjusted the image again. “You’re up to about 34DD there. How’s that?”

I shook my head. It was better, but not enough. “More. I want ‘em really big.”

Blake hesitated. “That’s about at the limit of being plausibly natural. We go much bigger and it will be obvious you got Reshaped. Not to mention they’ll be a bit inconvenient.”

He was right. People would know I had bought my body, but that only made me hotter. It was hard to resist rubbing my pussy at the thought. “I don’t care. I want people to know I’m as sexy as I could be. Bigger,” I ordered.

He nodded and grew them again, then looked at me. I shook my head. He shrugged and kept the growth coming. I stopped him when they were just slightly smaller than my head.

“Wow,” he commented. “Not many people want them that big. We can do it, but I have to give you an extra warning. Reshaped breasts are extra perky, but you can’t beat physics. I saw you didn’t come in with a bra, but you’re going to need one for those, if just to keep them out of the way.”

I giggled and bounced with happiness. “I hope I can get sexy ones!”

Blake nodded. “We have several affiliates who will give you a discount after using our services. I’m sure one will have something that suits your taste.” He set the holo image spinning. Damn, I was going to have a nice ass. “If you don’t have any other requests, we can begin the process. To review, you’ve chosen the shape you see here, along with increased sexual sensitivity, and removal of all body hair.”

I squirmed in place. It was so hot to hear it explained like that. “Mmm, yeah. That’s totally sexy. I wanna look like that.”

“Ok, I just need your thumbprint here.” He held out a credit pad and I gladly signed with my print. The price listed was most of my savings, but whatever. What good is retiring if I can’t look good doing it? “And now we’ll take you to the processing area. I’m afraid I have to ask you to put your clothes back on while we walk there.”

I gave him an exaggerated pout as I retrieved my clothes, but he still got a fun show of my damp pussy as I bent over to pick them up. I nearly skipped through the hallways, as giddy as I was to get my new body.

The processing room was about what I expected from what I’d heard about Reshape. There was a clear, human-sized tube, currently empty, some breathing apparatus, and lots more computer equipment in a row of racks along one wall. An open door on another wall showed a small bathroom, including a shower. Blake led me in and once more invited me to remove my clothes. “You’re not afraid of being underwater, right?”

I shook my head. “Only that it will mess up my hair!”

He nodded. “Some people have an issue with that. Similarly, would you like to be awake for the process? We can do it either way. Some find it disturbing to watch their body change, but there’s no pain.”

“Oh, that’s great!” I bounced excitedly, making my bare boobies bounce. “I wanna watch. That’d be, like, so fun.”

Blake laughed. “Certainly. Go ahead and grab the rebreather there. Don’t worry about it covering your face; your lips will still get the upgrade.”

I happily took the rebreather mask and walked over to the tank.

Blake helped me inside and gave me some final instructions. “The tank will fill with Reshape gel. The ingredients are proprietary, but I can tell you it contains nanobots and some nutrients. You’re pretty thin right now, so you may gain as much as ten to twelve pounds in hips, butt, and breasts. Try to stay calm and breathe slowly. If you need to get out, tap the glass.”

I had no problem adding some pounds if they were in the right places. I gave him a thumbs up and he closed the tank on me. It was only a couple minutes before a pink liquid filled the tank from the bottom up. It was nicely warm against my skin, which was better than the cold I was worried about. The pink gel completely submerged me, but the rebreather kept feeding me clean air.

My skin tingled, and it was hard to hold back a giggle as I watched carefully for any changes. A pleasurable heat seemed to seep into me from the gel, focused on my hips, ass, and tits. I looked downward, and squirmed with delight. My boobs were already bigger, and with every breath they seemed to grow a bit more. The gel masked some of their weight, but before long I could feel them pulling on my chest more than my old ones did without a bra.

I jumped as I felt something touch my ass, but it turned out to just be my cheeks swelling until they touched the back of the tank. I gave them a quick squeeze before I had to stop. Blake had said to breathe slowly, and I’d only manage that if I kept my hands off of myself.

I half expected a bell to sound when I was done, but the only signal I got was the liquid quickly draining from the tube. As soon as it was below my head I spat out the rebreather and groped my tits. They were huge, and heavy, and squishable, and just touching them felt amazing. As the gel fell away, my body hair went with it, leaving me perfectly smooth and slippery from the neck down.

When Blake opened the tube he found me with one hand mauling a tit and the other stroking my pussy. He cleared his throat. “Sorry miss, but we need to ready the chamber for our next client, and that takes time. You can take a shower now, and spend as much time in there as you need.”

It was hard to obey his instructions, but I pulled my hands away from myself and made my way to the shower, leaving drips behind me. I gave my gait a bit of bounce, and nearly fell over from the extra jiggling weight on my chest. “Care to, like, join me?” I bet he would know just how to help me give my new body a good test.

Blake shook his head regretfully. “Sorry, but I can’t do anything with the clients while on the clock. I understand your desire to check out your improvements, and I’m certain you could find someone to help you at, say, the 7th Street Club at ten this evening.”

I gave him a knowing wink and disappeared into the shower room. It was a good thing I had as much time as I needed, because spent most of an hour fucking myself with my fingers under the warm spray. The increased sensitivity was better than advertised, and when I lifted a huge boob up to suck my own nipple, I learned I could cum just from that, and I didn’t even know if it felt better for my nipple or my lips. I nearly came again just looking at myself in the mirror. My tits were big enough to block the view of most of my upper body, enough that people probably wouldn’t even notice my face. God, I was hot. I left the bathroom still playing with my tits, because it was so fun to jiggle them when they were so big.

Blake nodded to me and handed me a t-shirt and some shorts with the Reshape logo on them. “The clothes you came in with won’t fit any more, and we can’t let you leave here nude, so you can have these. They aren’t the most flattering, but I’m sure you’ll be heading out shopping after this.”

I nodded eagerly. I got to go shopping again! This had been such a good idea. “Thanks, sweetie!!” I pulled the shirt over my head and then barely got it over my boobs. The front was badly stretched across them, and it left my belly exposed. Not a bad look really. Maybe I should get a cute belly button piercing to complete the effect. The shorts were equally tight across my ass, and showed it off great. The Reshape logo across one cheek would help get attention as well.

Blake wished me luck and saw me out of the building, giving me directions to a clothing store that would give me a new-body discount.

I grabbed his butt as I left and gave him another knowing wink. I’d be seeing him later.

The clothing shop was so perfect. Blake really knew what I wanted, and sent me somewhere that specialized in stuff that would catch attention and show off my figure. They got a lot of Reshape customers, but they were still impressed by my tits. One of the sales girls insisted on taking me back to get measured immediately. I was a 34M

now! They didn’t even carry bras in that size before partnering with Reshape, but thankfully they had some sexy, lacy kinds for me.

I got some awesome stretchy dresses that hugged all my new curves but still fit over my tits. They were pretty short so it would be really easy to flash someone when I bent over and the neck came down so low my nipples almost escaped.

The shop was within walking distance of the club Blake had mentioned, so I had them deliver most of my new clothes to my place, and tested my new outfit on the street. Mission accomplished! I felt really bad about the guy who drove into a mailbox when I stretched my back, though.

When I got to the club and the bouncer called me forward before I could even get in line. “You can go on in. Try to be seen as much as you can before your back gives out.”

I giggled and blew him a kiss as I went by, though I really wanted to just plain blow him. My hip brushed against his crotch as I went by, but I can’t take credit for that. I just wasn’t used to how wide I was now.

The club scene wasn’t always my thing, but I had a totally awesome time there. Not quite as awesome as when I met Blake and took him back to my place, though. He really knew how to work a Reshaped girl, and we fucked like animals until the early morning.

It was sad to kick him out the next day, but I had to get ready to meet my client again. I took a long, relaxing shower with only a couple orgasms. As I was cleaning, I remembered I hadn’t had Blake use a condom. Woopsie! Hopefully I was in a safe part of my cycle. I couldn’t really remember, and I hadn’t been active enough for a while to be on birth control myself.

I dried off and did my hair and makeup all cute, then put on a sexy mesh dress with no underwear. My boobs would bounce all over the place without a bra, but I didn’t expect to be clothed for long.

The client arrived right on time, and I bounced as I answered the door.

John wore a well-fitted suit like always and he looked hot. He stepped into my apartment and froze as he looked me up and down, taking in my improved body that was fully visible through the mesh dress. “Holy shit! None of our crew got this much work done. You must be loaded. Let me see.”

I spun around for him and he whistled. “You like?”

“I do,” he confirmed. “How do you feel?”

“Like, sexy and horny!” I rubbed my titties and squeezed my nipples.

He nodded. “That sounds about right.”

I crossed my arms under my tits and forced them upward. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t finish the job again. Can I make it up to you?”

John fondled my tits and I whimpered in arousal. “Sure. Bend over.”

I squealed and bent over the arm of my couch, presenting my round ass to him. “Thanks!”? He chuckled. “Thanking me for fucking you. What a bimbo.”

I shivered at the label, then gasped as his hands grasped and kneaded my plump cheeks.

He lifted my dress as he unzipped his pants, and then I felt his cock rubbing along the damp lips of my pussy. I’d been juicy all day in anticipation of this moment. He stroked like that for several seconds, then positioned his tip against my rear entrance. “I’ve never fucked an ass like this before. Should be nice.”

Just the light warm touch back there was enough to make me want more. “Oh! Nobody’s ever-- ah!” I was cut off as he pressed into me, sinking into my ass in one long slow stroke.

He fucked my ass like a pro, in firm, rapid strokes that had me moaning every time he bottomed out. My boobs rubbed across the couch while my hands worked my pussy, and I must have cum five times before he groaned and filled my ass with his spunk.

John pulled out and let me recover as he pulled his pants back up. “Do you think you could make another attempt at the job?”

I slid down to the floor with a dreamy smile. “Oh yeah! Bring me my stuff. I’ll do it now.” Maybe if I made John happy he’d keep fucking me. I needed a lot of attention still.

He brought me my deck I keep at home, and I sent him back to my bedroom to grab a vibrator. Gotta be focused while working, and I couldn’t do it while I was all horny! I slid the vibe into my cunny and flipped it on, letting it work on me while I jacked in.

I was in a rush because I wanted to get fucked again, so I just did a head on attack, even though the lag was present right from the beginning. The firewall hole was still open, so I slid in and got the banner greeting again. This time it just said, YOU WERE WARNED, and I was almost instantly kicked back off with my thoughts all scrambled and weird.

***

I blinked awake and that cute guy was looking at me again. “Hi! My head hurts. You wanna fuck?”

He smiled and I got all wet and squirmy. “I sure do. Rub yourself while I fuck your breasts.”

Yay! My titties would love that! I rubbed my pussy real well while he put his cock between my boobies. I was so wet and horny. I giggled as I saw his cock poke out from between my titties. They were so big they almost hid it completely!

I was really good at playing with my cunny, so I didn’t hear him talking at first. I mean, if he wanted me to do anything he should speak up. Turned out he was on the phone! That is so rude to do while you’re fucking someone.

“Yeah, she didn’t manage it. She got worked over like the others. I’m collecting her now...Sure, I’ll ask.” He pulled my hands away from my pussy, making me pout. “Hey, do you have contact info for anyone else in this line of work?”

I nodded real fast. “Yeah! In my computer thingy. I know just where they should look, too! Can we fuck some more now?”

He put his phone to the side. “Yep. In fact, how would you like to come work for us? You can fuck all you want.”

Yeah! That computer stuff I did before was so boring. “Uh huh!”

He grabbed my boobs and pressed them around his cock. “Great. You can accept the employment contract by catching my cum on your face.”

My favorite! This new job was already great.