5 Mods

Carlie opened her door, glad to have another Christmas party over with.  Sure, she loved her friends and family, but, being an introvert, she preferred her alone time.

As she went into the living room, a huge box, covered in wrapping paper and ribbon, greeted her.  There was no card, so, being curious, she ripped it open.

The cabinet was about 6 inches taller than she was, metallic, with a control pad on the side.  She plugged it in, not sure what else to do, and it opened up, clearly meant to be entered.  A voice from the control box spoke. “Welcome Carlie.  This is the Mod Cabinet.  With it, you are able to modify your body 5 times, and 5 times alone, with the exception that, if you can come up with a Mod it can’t do, the cabinet is yours and yours alone.  Good luck.”

Modify her body?  What could that mean?  Carlie faced the control panel, seeing the touchscreen typewriter, and tried one simple mod.  Make me taller.

 She entered the cabinet and the door closed.  She gasped when she felt something happening, something she didn’t understand, until the door opened again.

 Before, Carlie was a little over 5 foot.  As soon as she got out, she realized things were a bit further away.  She’d grown by at least four inches.  It worked.

 She went and looked at herself in the mirror.  Her top hadn’t grown with her and was showing a little skin, but it was true.  Now, what else could she do.

 Carlie knew she didn’t particularly like her hair.  Sure, a lot of people complimented her on it, but it was brown, nothing special, and it didn’t really do what she wanted it to do.

 She went back to the cabinet, really wanting to know if it would work.  Give me luxurious blonde hair that just naturally looks gorgeous all the time.

 As she stepped in, she felt nothing for a little bit, not sure how long, but the moment she stepped out, she practically ran to the mirror.  Long, soft, blonde hair cascaded down, draping over her shoulders and ending about mid-back.  She smiled big, giggling a little at the idea that she now had a little bit of power to do whatever she wanted, but the image looking back at her wasn’t quite enough.  It still looked pretty plain.

 She knew what she needed to do and walked back to the cabinet eagerly.  Increase my boob size by 2 cups.

 As she stepped in, she could feel a little pull in her chest.  Something had happened.  The mirror showed the skin of her new chest, and she had to smile.  It seemed to fit with everything else, but, as she turned, she saw something.

Fix my butt and my waist to fit with my new boob size.

 Again, she entered and then went to the mirror.  As she admired herself, she had one observation to make. “Dang, I’m HOT.”

 4 down.  But she knew she’d not have any more after the next mod.  At least not unless she could find something it couldn’t do.

 She sat down, looking at her hands and wondering something.  A longtime desire came up in her, feeling it flowing through her and prompting her.

 As she reached the controls, a flood of emotions overcame her.  What would happen if it worked?  Would it be painful or nice?  She’d have to make sure.

Make it so I can cut any one part of my body off, making it feel really good, still be connected and controllable, and make it so it can reattach.

 Nothing happened as she got in.  She didn’t feel anything particular and she didn’t see anything in the mirror when she got back to it.  Maybe she’d get to keep it and reshape her body as she saw fit now.  She didn’t know as she got ready for bed, the cabinet still in her living room.

 As she slept, she had dreams of parts of her body kept coming off.  It was so nice, so surreal, so pleasant.

 She woke up the next day and went to the living room, but the cabinet was gone.  In its place was a note that simply said, “Many women have tried to find a modification the cabinet cannot do, but the cabinet can do anything.  It really is magic and won’t wear off.  Enjoy.”

 As she dropped the note, a smile crossed her face.

 She went to the kitchen, fetching a large knife.  Nervously, she sat down, not sure if she was doing it right.  She placed the sharp end next to her waist, took a deep breath and started cutting.

 It felt incredible.  The blade parted her skin easily, and the pleasure amped up the further she cut into herself.  She paused only momentarily as she reached halfway through herself, wondering what would happen before she cut through her spine, the intensity increasing many times.

 It didn’t take long before she’d sliced completely through herself, the wonderful sensations still staying.  She looked down, feeling the division in her body, before she lifted her top half completely off.

 The area of her waist on her lower half where the cut had been made was covered with some kind of skin, brand new, fresh.  She touched it, reveling in the sensation, wondering what would happen if she decided to use a feather on it.  Her feet moved as she commanded them, and the marvelous feeling seemed to intensify.

 But she’d only said one time, she thought.  Did that mean it was over when she put herself back together?  No, she remembered, she said she could only make one division in her body.

 With that in mind, she placed her top half back over her bottom half and let it down.  Incredible sensations overcame her as she felt her body become whole again.  As soon as she checked that her waist was back together, she grinned.

 She brought the knife to her neck.