Chapter 1 : I Think Therefore You Are
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"Oh come-on already, you look fine." Ted sighed while waiting for Leslie to finish adjusting her clothes.
"I always look fine. Tonight I want to look spectacular!" Leslie beamed.
"With those settings, I don't think that will be a problem" Ted looked over as she rapidly tapped away on her tablet.
"You never did tell me how you managed permission to take one of those from the lab."
Leslie smiled up briefly before hitting a blue flashing button at the bottom of the screen. In a flash, her dress shimmered with sequins as it shrunk to form fit her athletic body.
"Let's just say it's a little field testing," she smirked.
"Damn, they don't know do they." Ted laughed, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
"Oh I assure you they know," Leslie fired off a hair scrunchee at her boyfriend.
"What's this for?"
"Just look at it, dummy"
Examining the hair scrunchee, Ted stretched it out a few times, but couldn't find anything particularly odd about it.
Leslie adjusted her dress then leaned over and whispered, "That's Tracy you're playing with."
Ted instantly dropped the scrunchee; his expression changing to total shock, "What the... How?"
"Well, you know, with great power and all, yadda yadda... we made a bet and I won." Leslie picked up the scrunchee and tied back her ponytail.
"No, I mean, I thought those things only worked on objects, you know, to change the way they're perceived. Make an ugly dress look pretty, black shoes look red..."
"Tsk, tsk. We crossed that barrier months ago... Hmm, Does this dress make me look fat?" Leslie mockingly asked.
Taken by surprise by the 'forbidden question', Ted stuttered before trying to quickly reply, "Well no, not particularly..."
"It was a rhetorical question." Leslie dismissed Ted's answer with a quick spin, allowing the dress to twirl against her body.
"Does the dress make me look fat, or maybe it's just my ass" Leslie tapped a few buttons, bending over as her butt ballooned rapidly outward.
Ted watched on surprised, as Leslie continued with her demonstration.
"Maybe it's giant tits that do it?" after another quick tap her modest breasts swelled outward as she feigned a temporary look of shock and amazement.
"Maybe just being fat makes me look fat." A few more taps and Leslie had gone from her trim and athletic 104 pounds, to ripping out of her dress at 500 pounds.
"Does it matter WHAT makes me look fat, if I am still viewed as fat?" A couple more taps, and Leslie, along with her dress, were restored back to their original state.
"After all, what is perception other than simply a delusion shared by the masses? Change the delusion and mix in a little bending of space-time, and you can do almost anything."
Ted was taken off-guard by Leslie's impromptu demonstration.
After a long awkward pause, he finally replied, "So, it's been upgraded."
Leslie looked a little disappointed at Ted, "Yes, fine, it's been upgraded, happy now?"
Leslie continued adjusting her appearance, then paused to check herself out in the mirror. "Damn, I worked so hard on that demonstration. How will the stupid investors' understand it, if you can't." she mumbled as she finished getting ready to leave.
"Oh I loved the demonstration, especially that second part. You will definitely get the investors' attention with that!" Ted smiled uneasily, trying to backpedal.
"So you think I need bigger tits? Is that what you're saying? The science doesn't matter as long as Leslie gives a little peep show?" she thrust her chest outward while approaching Ted, pouting.
"Yes, I mean, no.." Ted tried to figure out the right answer as Leslie closed in, backing him into a corner.
Feeling uneasy, Ted quickly changed the topic. "So what prevents you from making me into a hair scrunchee, like poor Tracy?"
Leslie ran her delicate hands up Ted's body, smiling as her fingers ruffled through his dark hair, "Well, for starters, I would need a sample of your DNA" , she plucked out a hair and proceeded to scan it with the tablet's front sensor.
"And second," she grinned up mischievously, "I already have a hair scrunchee, don't need another. What I really need is a rockin' pair of nylons to go with this dress!" Leslie laughed as she tapped a pulsing red circle on the screen.
Ted's face turned from a smile, to sudden panic as he rapidly fell into himself, his black nylon body grabbed out of the air by Leslie as the transformation finished.
Rubbing her soft boyfriend against her face, she whispered, "Don't worry, it's perfectly safe, you will absolutely love it, I promise!"
Ted really didn't know what to think. One moment he was a living, breathing human being talking to Leslie, and the next, he was falling, collapsing like a telescope into himself before being caught in her giant hands.
His entire body felt like one giant erogenous zone as Leslie stepped into him, working his thin scrunched up nylon body along her legs and over her thighs up to her waist. Every pinch and pull felt overpowering, the warmth from her body filling his essence with pleasure and fulfillment.
"Hmm, you look too ordinary and I need spectacular." Leslie frowned in front of her mirror before tapping a few more times on the tablet.
Ted felt his fibers suddenly stand on end as an orgasmic wave spiraled down his nylon form, parts of his body reforming into sparkling stripes to adorn Leslie's legs.
"Perfect!" Leslie giggled, ecstatic with the glittery spiral pattern running down her athletic legs.
Moments later Ted felt an erotic sliding sensation against his most sensitive parts as Leslie slowly inserted each foot into her heels, giving her toes an extra wiggle just to tease his nylon body.
"Now we're ready to go!" Leslie giggled gleefully, stuffing the tablet into her purse, dashing out the apartment door.
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Rocking her leg back and forth, left heel dangling off of her painted toes, Kimmy waited, sitting on the edge of the stone sign in front of the main building at Peeradigm. The gently glowing text pulsated blue against the darkening evening sky, "Peeradigm Technologies - Shift Your Perception".
"Where is she already?" Kimmy impatiently looked up the drive towards the main road, streetlights beginning to flicker to life.
A few minutes later, the roar of a Lamborghini Veneno came echoing from around the corner, zipping up the drive and slamming to a halt in front of Kimmy.
"Need a lift?" Leslie smiled; Kimmy just rolled her eyes.
"I thought we agreed to NOT draw attention to ourselves tonight," Kimmy scolded as she hopped down and straightened her dress.
"You mean this old thing? It's just my Jetta... with a few upgrades." Leslie smirked, "Attention would be defined by those two things on your chest, what's up with the Super-Twins Kimsie?"
"I guess I got bored and used the PhyPer to make a few changes for tonight, it's not like anybody will know."
Leslie's nose crinkled involuntarily.
"What! What was that look! You only do that when there's a problem. IS somebody we know going tonight? Leslie, spill it!"
"No no... nobody we know. It's just ... The Physical Persuasion prototype isn't stable without the tablet. You're lucky jumping into the PhyPer Pit didn't turn you into those ... things." Leslie gestured towards the F sized endowments adorning Kimmy's waifish chest.
Kimmy laughed, "Oh, like that accident with Tracy before we worked out the perception modulator! For 2 hours we thought she was a mysterious sentient boob, didn't remember Tracy even existed! She couldn't figure out why we were treating her so weird! That was so hilarious! We kept trying to cover her up while she worked around the lab!"
"Except with Tracy we only THOUGHT she was a boob, she was still herself and she knew it. With the PhyPer upgrade, you might end up as a boob!" Leslie warned, a bit more seriously.
"Tracy and I updated a tablet last night, but didn't finish the in-lab controller for big old 'gigantor'. All the hardware is active though, so ymmv."
"Wait just a minute..." Kimmy took a moment to squeeze her boobs, shaking her head before looking up, "... You guys upgraded without me, And I Used It!? These things are really real!?"
"Yup girl. Never a good idea to play with the toys during test week." Leslie smiled while giving Ted a stroke across her thigh.
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Roger had been dangling helplessly from Kimmy's left foot, listening to her complain, hoping someone would remember him. Hearing the sound of a car pull up, then feeling the full weight of his girlfriend, Kimmy, slamming down into him, his hopes were quickly fading. The more he listened to the exchange of words above him, the worse the outlook became.
He had been invited to go with Kimmy to some sort of party for potential investors.
Waiting for Leslie to arrive, Kimmy and Roger had started fooling around in the lab. He just couldn't get enough of her boobs. That's when things went a bit overboard. In the heat of the moment, Kimmy kicked off her overpriced shoes and loaded a quick illusion to make her boobs grow at the expense of his height, just by him touching them.
He understood the old dinosaur of a prototype could only screw with his perception, so no harm in having a little fun. They moved their make-out session to the center of the lab, down into the recessed focal point of the device, known as the PhyPer Pit. As the machine powered up, Roger excitedly watched Kimmy's tit's grow with each squeeze, as he quickly shrunk.
"Just an elaborate illusion created by the device." he reassured himself.
Kimmy taunted him with her ever-expanding bust, but then frowned when she noticed her left heel laying broken on the floor.
"Those cost a fortune! Don't worry, I can fix this!" she shouted as she ran to the controls and loaded up a blank program.
"I'm not worried," little Roger shouted "I'll buy you a new pair! Just come-on back so we can see how far this goes! I want to be ant sized looking up at those mountains!"
Ignoring him, Kimmy focused on how to fix the shoe, "I know! I'll make everyone see a perfect left shoe, we'll never even know it was broken!"
"But won't it really still be broken?" little Roger shouted, feeling like more than his perception was off.
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter if nobody knows!" Kimmy smiled, tweaking the awareness settings to force everything to feel plausible. Tossing the broken shoe into the center, she then pushed the big red button on the master console.
In a single instant, Roger watched his world melt away as he was pulled and then merged into the fully restored shoe.
Kimmy admired the large breasts she had crafted for the party. Even if they were fake, they would surely help her find someone. She had been so lonely of late without a boyfriend. Her only real fun was fooling around with Leslie in the lab.
Checking the clock, then panicking, Kimmy wondered where the time had gone. Leslie would be there any minute!
Snatching up the heels that she'd thrown off her feet due to a game she liked to call 'toss-the-heels', she found one had apparently made its way into the Pit. "There you are!" Kimmy stated, giving Roger a moment of hope, before she yelled "I Win!" and then strapped him to her left foot and ran out the door.
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Roger couldn't help but feel mortified at the revelation that the old device had been upgraded overnight and had altered more than just perception. This was what Peeradigm had been working towards, perception and physics bending together.
"Why would they upgrade the tablets before the original PhyPer!" Roger mentally screamed, before answering his own question. "I guess the tablets are easier than that big chunk of metal stuck in the middle of the lab... Oh I am so screwed."
The reality quickly sank in that he had been erased, only to exist as Kimmy's left shoe.
... To Be Continued