Chapter 3 : I Think They Like It 

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"Peeradigm Technologies welcomes you to...ahem.." Looking to her right at Kimmy who was gawking at all the people crammed into the tiny room, Leslie discreetly made a few humming noises before finally whispering, "... Kimeeee, the poster."

Lost in her thoughts, Kimmy watched the strange crowd of people while listening to their chatter. With so many wearing seductive cosplay and skin-tight rubber fetish gear, and others dressed down in simple tee-shirts, she was finding it impossible to pick out any of the special investors Maxwell had invited. Due to their desire for anonymity, he had walked the convention floor to hand out dozens of extra invitations to the general public to help dilute the crowd. An older gentleman donning an opera mask and snacking from a half empty paper cone of honey roasted nuts looked promising. Then there was the middle-aged dominatrix clutching to her leather messenger bag that kept making eyes at the tablet where it sat on display. A few just looked pathetic, like the scraggly midget dressed in a full baby diaper and bonnet, sucking on an oversized bottle full of what looked to be beer, or the fat guy dressed as a hospital patient with his butt hanging out. The cat girl was definitely too young to have much money, but looked overjoyed at the fact she had been invited.

Looking at all the guests, Kimmy was slowly realizing Leslie and Maxwell were right. As a fantasy gadget the tablet would totally fit this crowd's interests. Getting hot over the idea, she couldn't help but imagine the sensation of wearing somebody, to control them, even own them as her own personal play thing. What investor wouldn't want a piece of that? Finally hearing the last of the chatter die down, words kept echoing in the whispers; illusions, war machine, aliens, magic, conspiracy, poster, poster, poster...

"Oh Right!" Kimmy snapped out of her daydream. Scampering backwards a few feet, she breathily announced, "Peer Pleasure ... Where Peer Pressure has never been so naughty!" Kimmy awkwardly waved her hands across the first large poster while standing on her tip toes.

She inwardly grumbled how much easier this would've been had Leslie not stolen her heels.

Smiling, Leslie walked over to the small table where the tablet sat on display, and picked it up. Tapping a few buttons to dim the lights, she continued.

"Some of you know Peeradigm from it's military background in camouflage and for it's advances in augmented perception. We make ugly things look pretty."

Sliding her fingers across the screen and then a big tap for effect, Leslie turned to direct attention back at Kimmy.

Kimmy nodded, and then twirled around clockwise, her body shimmered while quickly compressing and reshaping in plain sight. The abnormal fluttering of fabrics and flesh caused confusion to the onlookers. Their minds couldn't fully comprehend what was actually happening. When she came to a stop, the audience stared slackjawed at the short overweight hag, now wearing tattered brown rags, leaning upon a wooden cane.

Looking out into the crowd with the ugliest of toothless smiles and sagging body, Kimmy very slowly raised her decrepit hand and waved. More than a few onlookers on the front row were startled by the change, uncertain if it was a mind trick or something more. Others gasped, eyes twinkling with delight, mesmerized.

Leslie looked mockingly perplexed at Kimmy and then at the audience, "I think she must've taken a wrong turn." the audience laughed as Kimmy tried her best to shrug.


"We want you to look as pretty as a store display. Lets try again." Leslie tapped a few more times on the tablet before her gaze returned to Kimmy.

Kimmy began slowly rotating in the opposite direction, with the crowd watching much closer than before. Her shape slightly glimmered as it rearranged itself, morphing with each turn. Slowly stretching upwards, her partially exposed fat hairy legs began toning, stubble receding away as they lengthened, becoming  perfectly smooth and youthful. Continuing to rotate and stretch upwards, by 5 ft 3 the sagging skin hanging from her arms and mid section had tightened, breasts no longer sagging to her waist. Each arm was getting longer and sexier, her fingers lengthening from their small sausage shapes into delicate slim fingers. As her height extended beyond 5 and a half feet, her neck became noticeably slimmer and structured, her body also sensually slimming down, loosing bulk while shifting fat into subtle muscle. Flesh from her toned thighs and legs were on full display along with a large part of her freckled ass, thanks to the tattered clothing that was quickly ripping apart as she grew. Finally approaching 6ft tall, her breasts firmed up and pushed out into a modest D cup, looking exceptionally large on her new shape, as her red hair exploded outward, cascading down her shoulders and across her breasts.

After a few more rotations, a very shapely young supermodel with flowing red hair, a baby doll face, and flawless skin stood, still wearing the now undersized tattered garments and holding the old cane. Kimmy steadied herself from the slight dizziness caused by spinning then flashed her now beautiful smile at the crowd. Tossing her cane into the air, she reached out, catching a new black sequined purse by it's strap. Feeling a disturbing jolt of pleasure, Kimmy instinctively shot a glance at Leslie who was grinning mischievously back.

The audience cheered with gasps escaping as Kimmy's tattered clothes suddenly disintegrated away, leaving behind a sparkling red evening gown stretched to it's limits over her voluptuous frame.

Doing a quick curtsy in appreciation of the audience's standing ovation, Kimmy struck a seductive pose. With one leg extended out through the slit in her gown, her lips gently pursed smiling at the crowd, and her chest thrust outward on prominent display, Kimmy froze in place.  A final change, only visible to the front row, subtly washed down her body from head to toes.

After a few moments of continued applause the rest of the audience finally noticed Kimmy was no longer moving; the low light reflecting softly off her face like plastic.

Leslie reached over and tapped on Kimmy's hollow plastic chest, causing a few more gasps from the crowd. "I think she took the store display thing too seriously." Leslie laughed.


Continuing on with her script, Leslie smiled "We make secret things look invisible."

Kimmy's purse emitted a brilliant flash to draw attention, then slowly turned transparent until it was completely gone. Following suit, the red evening gown vanished from her plastic body, eliciting a mixture of cheers and applause. Everyone could now plainly see her smooth featureless breasts and genitalia, along with the lines separating each appendage. If any uncertainty had remained, it was now clearly visible that Kimmy was a mannequin.

Reaching out to the invisible purse, Leslie felt around until she found it's strap. Following it down to the opening, she reached in, smiling at the audience as they watched her hand disappear beyond the opening. Feeling around, Leslie's hand slowly reappeared as it withdrew clutching a small Kimmy shaped dildo.

Kimmy was in a state of shock and pure bliss. She had always been careful to never end up on the receiving end of an object transformation, but here she was, plastic, and in multiple places at once. As Leslie's hand had entered the invisible purse, Kimmy had felt her sex being stretched pleasurably open and the hand sliding around inside, groping around for something incredibly sensitive and full of pleasure.

"I wonder where this came from?" Leslie smiled as she handed the strawberry scented dildo to a member of the audience to pass around.

Kimmy could feel her essence being drawn away, bit-by-bit, from the plastic mannequin shell and into the small rubber likeness of herself, crafted from her own sex.

As each hand felt up the toy, examining its perfect detail, the pleasure was pulling more of Kimmy's consciousness in. With hands gripping and groping at her erogenous rubber flesh, an occasional warm tickle of rushing air would engulf her senses as noses sniffed along her body at the strawberry fragrance.

After a few moments of being passed around Kimmy felt a mouth suddenly engulf her tip. In an orgasmic flurry her remaining essence was literally sucked into the dildo. Sliding out from the warm wet darkness, Kimmy felt herself pulled past a giant pair of plump red lips before she could see up into the woman's enormous face. Licking her lips one final time, and then giving Kimmy a big wet kiss, the woman winked down at Kimmy with a knowing smile, then handed her off to the next guest.  Across the room Kimmy's mannequin shell stood empty and frozen next to Leslie.


Smiling at the audience's reaction, Leslie continued.

"And we make important things stand out nice and prominently" her fingers moved in a circular fashion across the screen.

With a few more taps, Kimmy's hard plastic breasts started expanding rapidly outward. Filled with extreme pleasure, her consciousness was ripped away from the dildo and back into the mannequin. The audience murmured at the sudden sound of ripping clothes coming from the naked mannequin. Finally stopping at an H cup, exaggerated nipples formed in the plastic and continued to grow and point outwards an extra inch.

Turning to the audience satisfied, Leslie faked a sudden look of despair as her own bust started growing, along with a small bulge from under her short tight dress. As she looked down, pretending to frantically hit buttons, the amazed audience stared with wide-eyed shock at the unreal spectacle. The manly erection kept growing to huge proportions, pressing outward and lifting her dress up, while her rapidly expanding breasts and erect nipples strained against their confinement, ripping seams as they billowed forth.

Looking back up with a wild, devilish grin, Leslie ceremoniously spun a finger down to the tablet's glowing screen. Instantly her manly bulge deflated like a balloon. One more tap and her new F cup breasts bounced into place as her clothes adjusted to fit.

Ted's nylon had never been stretched so tight, leaving him strangely aroused, yet oddly disturbed at encasing Leslie's warm and moist ever-growing friend. He quickly filled with relief as her new found manhood quickly melted back down and disappeared.

Playfully adjusting her clothes with a look of triumph, Leslie gathered her composure, and then smiled, "And we do it all with the science from Peeradigm."

With a quick tap, a man in the audience yelped as the Kimmy sex toy disappeared from his hands. Immediately Kimmy's clothes reappeared, ripped and torn from her new dimensions. Tapping a button, the dress repaired itself, as a sudden gasp for air announced Kimmy had turned back to flesh and blood. Playfully hefting her boobs up for the audience, Kimmy shot Leslie an approving thumbs up, bouncing up and down a few times for effect.

The audience practically jumped out of their seats with uncontrollable shouting, whistling, and applause.

"I'm Leslie, my sexy assistant is Kimmy, and we represent a new era at Peeradigm" Taking bows, Leslie and Kimmy settled the audience before breaking slightly from their semi-rehearsed opening script.

"Ordinarily we would do things with sophisticated tricks, using any number of Peeradigm perception filters, but not today. Today what you see is 100% real, no tricks, all thanks to our new FantasyTab." Leslie groped at Kimmy's huge breasts, shaking them around to emphasize how real they were.

"Our FantasyTab lets you experience your deepest darkest transformation fantasies, preferably with the safety of your friends." Kimmy announced smiling, while slapping away Leslie's fondling hands.

"Leslie will now explain how to use it." Kimmy motioned to the second poster while Leslie took over.

"Thank you Kimmy." Leslie held up the tablet so everyone could see what she was doing, "First, make sure you and your friends each have a user profile with a DNA sample on record. That way everyone can easily change back when finished. You will also need to select which friends have permission to make changes to you. Next, select your desired app, which for today is PeerPleasure. PeerPleasure infuses extra pleasure into your transformation experience to ensure it's extra enjoyable!" Leslie smiled as the PeerPleasure app loaded.

"The PeerPleasure App uses transformation profiles that you can purchase from our app store or you can create your own using expert mode with the forward facing scanner. Simply tap the change you want and set the trigger and timers. You can also chain together multiple changes by setting the proper triggers. The FantasyTab saves all data to the cloud for safety and for sharing. It's really that easy!"

Leslie tapped a few more screens for the audience to see, cycling through profiles that displayed her body changing in various ways. A few audience members oohed as the image changed from a female profile to male, one moment human, the next a pair of black silver striped nylon hose. Cycling through a few material and color options and then tapping a big green button, Leslie's hose shimmered from black and silver striped to solid silver, making her legs look robotic while stuck frozen in place. A few more taps and the rigid silver suddenly became flexible shiny latex. Giving a final tap to the hose profile, they split and receded down into thigh-high cotton school girl socks.

Ted felt himself become electro-statically charged, his fibers erotically standing on end before they smoothed completely away and he chilled into solid metal. Seconds later he melted into latex with a new sensation rippling through him as he split pleasurably down the middle, slid down Leslie's thighs and thickened into soft absorbent cotton tube socks.

Three more taps by Leslie and Roger felt his world shift as well when his reptilian skin smoothed into cheap black vinyl.  His manhood suddenly felt very alive again, intense orgasms literally dripping down each heel. The drips of pleasure quickly turned into a rapid stream and suddenly an orgasmic explosion as his 3 inch heels melted completely away into his body. Roger imagined that the indescribable pleasure was his reward for servicing Leslie's beautiful wiggling toes but wondered why such a thick barrier was now separating him from his love.

Pausing, pondering why the shoes had momentarily flickered with a blue outline, Leslie looked down at the school girl shoes and matching socks and assumed it must be a glitch. "Flickering blue shouldn't ever happen... Flickering green means a bad DNA sample, but flickering blue would mean..."

Leslie realized she must have dazed off as Kimmy was now the one prodding. "Pssss, updates and apps."

"Oh, right."Leslie got back on track, "New features, apps, and bug fixes will be automatically updated weekly, including transformation themed games, movies, and social apps!"


"Now, before going any further, I should warn you all that this is just a prototype. It doesn't have all of the social safeguards or extra apps, yet. We will need more funding before we can provide this kind of social entertainment to the world... Ahem, Hint, Hint." Leslie and Kimmy both smiled and fluttered their eyelashes playfully as if asking for a big handout from the audience.

Noticing a few nods and smiles back from the audience, Leslie pushed on, happy they had an excited crowd.



"So now let's have some fun at your expense! Can we have 2 volunteers?"

Faster than Leslie could blink, hands filled the air, many impatiently waving and bouncing up and down.

"Yes! You sir in the maid costume, and, um... You! the cat girl in the black spandex, come on up!" Kimmy walked over and led the two up to the front. 

Recognizing the woman seated next to the cat girl as the one who had sucked her essence into the dildo earlier, Kimmy nearly tripped as the woman made very direct eye contact, licking her huge luscious red lips yet again. Giggling at Kimmy's flustered reaction, the woman flirtatiously winked for good measure.

Watching the unusual correspondence, Leslie gave Kimmy a peculiar glance before turning her attention to the volunteers.

"What should we call you, sir?"

"I'm... You can call me Ben."

"Ben it is... for now." Leslie furrowed her eyebrows playfully, before tapping away on the tablet.

"It says here you are 34 years old, 5 foot 8 inches tall, 150 pounds, had 6 hours of sleep last night, and are probably not a maid in real life." Leslie teased.

Ben looked down, shocked to see his bio displayed prominently on the screen, "Yes ma'am that's correct."

"You can drop the ma'am, hun, we are practically the same age.
   ... And you Miss, what may I have the pleasure of calling you?"

"Catty"

"Purrfect! Catty the sexy cat girl..." Leslie's eyes danced up Catty's short, youthful body, taking note of the bubbly round curves her cute butt made through the black spandex, her narrow waist, and her medium bulging breasts. Raven black hair with red highlights cascaded over her shoulders, framing her adorable face with it's tiny nose, thick pink lips, and slightly dimpled chin. A headband with cat ears adorned her head paired with some drawn on whiskers.


"I have to say, for being so small and petite, you have some real juicy curves in that outfit. "

"Thanks." Catty blushed, her cream toned cheeks dimpling as they turned  a few shades of pink.

"Without cheating," Leslie lowered the tablet for a moment, "I would guess 4 foot 9, 24 years old, and around 110 pounds?"

Catty smiled back, "Very close! 4 foot 11, just turned 26, and, um, a lady never tells."

Leslie grinned, placing her hand on the short girl's spandex covered shoulder giving it a gentle caress, "I hope you are ready to play."

"Have you two ever met before?"

Both Ben and Catty looked at each other, then shyly shook their heads no.

"Well Ben, this is Catty, and Catty, this is Ben. No reason to be shy. You two are about to get real friendly." Leslie laughed as the audience did the same.

"I'm going to scan each of you fully into the FantasyTab and then sample your DNA last for good measure."

Scanning their bodies, Leslie held up the tablet for the audience to look at.

"As you can all see, the scan shows a breakdown of each person and all their clothes in separate selectable profiles. Looks like Catty has a few extra piercings and some body art."

Catty blushed nervously.

"When I scan their DNA, like this," Leslie plucked a hair from each volunteer and then paused to let the tablet analyze the samples, "the outline of each body turns from solid blue to solid green. Blue means living, green means living that can instantly change back."


"Hmm, So you like what you see?" Leslie teased Ben, "Since you're in a maid costume I'm going to assume you won't mind this."

"Huh?" Ben had been caught off guard while staring at Catty's perfect ass.

Leslie double tapped Catty's picture then dragged a copy of it over Ben's. After rotating one timer to 30 seconds and another to 8 hours, she tapped go. A large green button appeared with a check mark to confirm.

"Would you like to do the honors, Catty?"

Hesitantly, Catty tapped the green button, then watched in amazement as Ben's body immediately began to react.

Taking him by total surprise, Ben felt his nipples tickling with pleasure as they expanded wider, plumping up larger with each heartbeat and puffing outward.  Grabbing for his chest, Ben accidentally mashed the new nipples and was immediately rocked by an orgasmic jolt as they stiffened against his palms. With his hands still shaking and clutching his chest, full blown breasts suddenly bulged outwards. Compressed into his already tight costume, cleavage began peeking out, his nipples becoming even more aroused. Feeling his maid skirt start to shift, he could feel his butt bubbling out rounder with every passing second. His ass was quickly molding into the sexy round butt that he had been ogling on Catty. Shrinking down to Catty's height provided a moment of relief from the tightening costume, making more room for his hips and thighs as they continued to expand, taking on Catty's delicious curves. His female thighs plumped up, pressing firmly together as they tightened around his growing erection. Panting with small feminine gasps, his hardened manhood grew hot and moist.  With a quick slippery pop, it pulled inward, exploding into an orgasmic flood as it slurped deep into his new womanhood and disappeared. 3 unexpected female yelps later signified Catty's piercings had finished tagging their targets.

In just 30 seconds Ben had become Catty's sexy twin. Soft round shoulders struggled to keep the straps of the maid costume from falling off. A small valley of cleavage lead to his firm C cup breasts that hung gently compressed by only the costume and his stiff puffy nipples. His thighs and butt bubbled outward, leaving a few curves in the otherwise loose costume that hung draped over him.

Tapping a few changes into the tablet, Leslie modified the maid costume to add more support and shrink it down to fit Ben's new female body. The valley of cleavage bulged up even larger as the costume shrunk down a few sizes too small, revealing a new pair of pink frilly panties peeking out from under the black and white skirt, barely able to contain the full curve of his ass.

Running his delicate female fingers around the curve of his new round ass over to his bare womanly thighs then upwards to the swollen nipples on his bulging breasts proved too much to handle. Ben's shaking knees dropped him to the floor into an orgasmic trance.


The audience was in awestruck silence, watching the new girl fondling herself in front of them all.

Catty was the first to speak, "I... He... Damn... That's making me hot just watching!" her own identical nipples becoming suddenly visible through the tight black spandex. 

One lone gentleman shouted "Me Next!" before the crowed burst out into applause.


Finally breaking out of his sex crazed trance and standing back up on wobbly, sweat drenched legs, Ben whispered, "How long?"

"8 hours, but I can change you back immediately with your DNA profile..."

"NO!" Ben shouted in Catty's sexy alto voice,"I... I mean, I'd like to stay like this for the whole duration please."

Leslie smiled back, "Then lets call you Wren, since you're definitely not a Ben with that curvy little hourglass of a body."

Kimmy and Catty both giggled.


"So Wren, since I took you by surprise, I'll hand you the tablet to use on Catty. She can be anything you want for the next 8 hours. Is that good for you, Catty?"

"How can I deny myself?" Catty giggled at her body-double, still turned on, "Bring it, you sexy thang!"

After 7 minutes of playing with the tablet, Wren handed it back to Leslie for approval.

" Hmmm..." Leslie closely examined the chain of commands Wren had input.

"I'm sure we all expected the gratuitous cat girl preset, but this looks more complex. Are you positive you know what this will do?" Leslie cautiously looked over at Catty and then back at Wren.

"I... I think so..." Wren stuttered, not quite certain, "Some of the presets were tricky".

Leslie smiled, "That's good enough for me! Let's see what happens!" then handed the tablet back to Wren.

A worried Catty spoke up, "Wait just a...", but It was too late. Wren had already tapped the green button.

An itching sensation came from Catty's head as her fake cat ears became real, her human ears falling into her raven locks as new silky hair. The drawn-on whiskers flexed out from her face becoming real, as her cute nose became slightly more cat like but remained otherwise unchanged.  Instinctively reaching to her itching abdomen, two additional breasts suddenly sprouted below her existing C cups, stretching her spandex tightly across the bulging domes of flesh with their large prominent nipples.

Wren watched on with excitement as the changes progressed exactly as expected.

Catty began to rub her new breasts through the spandex, wondering what the hell was happening, when suddenly the suit tightened up and began to tingle. Everywhere it touched ignited in pleasure, from her ankles to her neck and down her arms to her wrists. Within moments Catty felt her skin soak up the suit, becoming one with it.

To the audience she still appeared to be wearing the catsuit. Feeling extra flexible, Catty could sense something bigger had happened. Still pulsing with pleasure, the tingle sizzled throughout her body like an erotically charged spark.

Running her hands all over her slick tingling skin and up into her hair, Catty moaned with desire. Tugging at one of her cat ears, she was surprised when it stretched as far as she could pull it, as if made from elastic.

Catty looked over at a very shocked Wren and a smiling Leslie.

"... but that's not right. The catsuit was supposed to fall off of her so I could wear it..." Wren tried to explain, disappointed.

"Shush, it's okay." Leslie smirked, "By the look on her face she's enjoying the mix-up."

It was true. Catty was feeling incredible as she experimentally tugged and stretched her flesh, letting it pop back into place with a snap. Pressing her breasts tightly together, the audience gasped at Catty mashing her entire chest inward until it was completely squeezed flat, without any sign of ribs or other internal parts being damaged.

Still feeling waves of pleasure washing over her body, Catty felt the final changes kick in. A protrusion quickly extended out from her backside giving her a long elastic tail; only drawing more attention to her perfect ass. Playfully grabbing at her tail, an orgasm rocked through her like an earthquake as the room suddenly looked a little bigger. Another orgasm, and the room was bigger yet again. Wave after wave rocked her rapidly shrinking body until she reached just 8 inches tall.

Taking a few moments to gather her composure, Catty extended her elastic hair, whipping it into a quick ponytail by the mere thought.


"O. M. G. ! Did that just happen? Why would you want me like..." Catty paused, fondling each of her 4 boobs before staring up at Wren and Leslie who were now towering over her, "... like this? What were you thinking..."

"I'm so sorry! It was an accident!" Wren immediately interrupted to apologize. "You were supposed to be a kitty woman, and then the suit would fall off giving you black fur underneath, and then ..."

"I can imagine why you wanted me pussy sized." Catty smirked up at Wren, who simply blushed.

"I'm sure we can change you back and fix all of this..." Wren looked over at Leslie.

"Don't you dare!" Catty shouted.

Finding she had cat-like reflexes and agility, Catty scampered up Wren's body, giving her a full kiss with her wide outstretched elastic lips.

Experimentally, Catty stretched her tiny mouth even wider, accidentally pulling in Wren's giant head, and then without warning, engulfed Wren's entire body and swallowed. A loud elastic snap echoed in the air as Catty dropped to the floor, standing with no sign of Wren being trapped inside her tiny curvaceous body.

The 8 inch tall spandex cat girl jumped up and down with glee in front of a completely speechless audience.

Catty purred, "I wonder where else I can insert her..."

A long awkward silence hung in the air. Kimmy stood with her mouth wide open in shock, her own nipples bulging through the red gown in arousal. 

Noticing everybody's complete surprise and dismay at what had just happened, and seeing as the tablet was showing Wren totally fine inside Catty's 8 inch body, Leslie moved things along.


"While they, well, Catty, goes back to her seat, let me introduce our good friend and head research director, Tracy Sweet. Lets give Tracy a big round of applause!"

As everyone clapped, eyes darted around looking for Tracy. Looking around herself in mock confusion, Leslie finally silenced the crowd and gave a mischievous smile.

"How silly of me, let me just get her out of my hair." Leslie reached up, pulling the scrunchee from her ponytail. Waving the scrunchee around to the audience. The audience was definitely amused, with a few extra chuckles coming from the front.

Three over-embellished taps later, the scrunchee spun to life, flailing around as it rotated. Everyone watched awestruck as Leslie continued to ham things up.

"This is literally one of my favorite parts."  Leslie giggled cryptically while poking at the crinkled scrunchee as it became warm pink flesh.

"Wait, that looks like a woman's..." A man's voice trailed off, staring at the crinkled pink ring of flesh.

Legs rapidly emerged, quickly filling out as a pink skirt flopped downward over them just before revealing a little too much. As the legs bobbled around trying to keep balanced, a female torso expanded upwards above them. Seconds later a fully clothed headless woman stood 4'5 feeling around for her missing head.

Waiting for her moment, Kimmy jumped in on the act, "Oh No! We can't leave the head of research without a head! What can we do?"

"The headless body shrugged while impatiently tapping it's foot"

Grabbing the tablet, Kimmy showed the screen to a laughing audience before placing it in Tracy's outreached hand. One tap later, flesh grew upwards, Tracy's face appearing on a cartoonish caricature of an oversized boob head with a tiny nipple for a nose.

Realizing something was off by all the laughter, Tracy felt around her new squishy bobble-head, finding a hardening pleasure point exactly where her nose should be, "Oou dwidn't!" Tracy tried to exclaim.

On queue, Kimmy burst into hysterical laughter while Leslie pretended to calm her down, reminding her Tracy still had the tablet.

A few taps later and Tracy was all fixed and glaring over at Kimmy.

"Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy." Tracy taunted, waving around the tablet.

"What do you all think, are Kimmy's tits too big?" Tracy pondered out loud before adding, "As if there's a such thing at Fetish Con, am-i-right people?"

Everyone laughed, realizing even at her enlarged H cup size Kimmy was hardly the biggest girl at the convention.

"What about..... NOW!" Tracy suddenly exclaimed.

Kimmy's boobs exploded outward, ripping completely out of her dress and spilling into the floor, pulling her down on top of them.

"Oops..." Tracy smiled while Kimmy lay kicking and flailing.

"Should I go bigger?"

A very excited audience clapped and cheered. "Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!"

The audience watched Kimmy's arms and legs recede into her body, still amazed at the sight of a live human transformation. Each part pulled inward, causing her already massive boobs to grow until only two giant wobbling globes and a head remained.

Kimmy was excitedly anticipating the next part, the grand finale where she would become a huge boob-bag chair. In one loud slurp, her head, breasts, and clothes all sucked into a single boob. She felt different this time,her mind a bit clearer, but her body many times hornier.

Gasps and cheers exploded from the crowd.


Catty, having found she could birth Wren out from between her spandex legs, now sat on Wren's shoulder with her neck stretched even higher to watch what was happening with Tracy.

Tracy shouted over the excited crowd, "I think I deserve a turn. How about we change things up ladies?"

Kimmy released a muffled hmpfh of disapproval through her engorged nipple as Leslie looked over confused, and then back at the cheering audience. Leslie, Kimmy, and even Maxwell all knew Tracy was by far the most accident prone. Still, with Kimmy sitting in the floor finished with her part in the demonstration, and the next part scheduled to be a few funny changes to Tracy before Q&A, Leslie reluctantly played along, "You're the boss, go for it!"

Striking a few special service codes, Tracy grinned over, "Let's show off a super combo shall we?"

Leslie looked worried, " ... but we kind-of accidentally did one already with spandex while you were a scrunchee." 

Tracy wasn't listening.

"She loves acting like a boob, so lets put her in her place!" Tracy addressed the intrigued audience while tapping in a final command.

Feeling woozy, Leslie only had a moment before she collapsed rapidly towards the floor. She realized her arms and legs had suddenly pulled in the same as Kimmy's. Her head and torso quickly followed suit, being absorbed directly into her breasts, which unlike Kimmy's, weren't growing any bigger. Jiggling on the floor, a pair of F cup breasts was all that remained of Leslie; her pile of clothes crumpled beneath her. Without time to fully realize what had just happened, Tracy came into view and hefted her up onto the small display table.

"Leslie makes it so hard to get things off my chest, but I love her anyways!" Tracy smiled, pulling down her top and hugging Leslie obscenely tight against her own chest.

The second part of the command kicked in as beads of sweat formed on Tracy's chest, dripping down over Leslie. Becoming pliable like silly putty, Leslie began to meld together with Tracy's flesh. Swelling outwards, Tracy's former B cup breasts absorbed the final remnants of Leslie with a subtle pop.

Whispers and moans came from the audience.


Bending over to fish Leslie's socks out of the heap of clothes, Tracy laughed as her boobs brushed the floor, "Let's keep you two together, shall we."

"These," Leslie held the socks up for the audience to see, "Are what became of Leslie's boyfriend. Everyone say hello to Ted!"

A few members of the audience actually said hello while the others simply gawked, amazed that Leslie had been secretly wearing her boyfriend this whole time. 

"Let's make him more supportive of his girl!" Tracy quickly tapped out a command, instantly transforming Ted into a new bra.

Ted barely had time to think before he was suddenly hoisted into the air and then wrapped around Tracy, erotically holding her giant boobs. He had been covered up during Leslie's transformation, but could pretty well guess where she had ended up.

Bouncing her new F cups around, straining her new bra, Tracy grinned, "Any Questions?"

 
--------- Q & A With Tracy ---------

"I see an inviting giant boob in the floor, but it's really just a very attractive girl still standing there, right? I mean, this technology has to be messing with our imaginations. If I grab your tits I imagine I'll just get a hand full of air, like with your older perception filters." A man dressed in a blue polo finally spoke up.

"Oh no, I assure you Kimmy is a very real, giant talking boob, just like my assistant has become a very complete part of mine, and fully functional I might add. It's not your imagination. You can touch and fondle them all you like after the show." Tracy winked, "... Next"


"That's so hot! In simple terms how does it even work?" the voice of a young woman shouted from the middle row.

"Ah, simple terms. 'I think therefore I am', or rather 'Everything agrees so I am forced to become', that's trademarked by the way." Tracy laughed before continuing.

"It's like forcing a puzzle piece to fit into the wrong hole. We modify a special trait of matter responsible for tangible existence that we call Tangible Peerception, also trademarked. When the surrounding forces agree, the piece that doesn't fit is forced to change. The object shares this information like a payload, which makes the change very stable. The victim, ahem, I mean user, always retains consciousness since only the surrounding matter has to be convinced of the change. If matter had DNA, this would be it... Next"


"How do we change back if the tablet bricks or people forget to change us back? It's not powered by Mookisoft is it?" A geeky voice in the front row inquired, coming from a skinny woman wearing a sexy cyborg costume.

"Changes by our tablets are designed to get noticed and are very safe for everyone. If the imposed properties are not refreshed they eventually get squeezed out, allowing full restoration. So even if the timer malfunctions, you will (eventually) be fine. This is not powered by Mookisoft, it's all Peeradigm."

Tracy repositioned herself, relaxed and confident, sitting legs crossed on the edge of the small table, "We've had our share of accidents so you won't have to. That's how progress is made, and why today you can witness our fun without fear that Kimmie, Leslie, Ted, or that strange little elastic girl looking at me from the middle row, will be stuck or forgotten."

Kimmie wobbled as she agreed, mumbling through her nipple, "Umm hmm".

The audience laughed, some filled with sexual anxiety as if they might even welcome a sexy mishap.


"What about the old war machine tales?" an older man broke the mood, shouting from the back "Creepy as hell, those old rumors of Peeradigm changing reality to end the war."

"You sound just like my dad." Tracy smiled, trying to tread carefully.

The audience chuckled, but everyone knew those stories well. It was on everyone's mind, yet they were too afraid to ask.

"... I admit it. The crazy stories I heard in my childhood are what inspired me to work at Peeradigm. It's the first thing I researched when I got hired.

I'm happy to say, the conspiracy theory is total B.S.. I've read the perma-logs from the actual war machines. Peeradigm's specialty was simple camouflage; to change what people thought they saw, without actually changing a thing. There were no mass human abductions or reality shifts, nobody was erased during the war. Those stories were all fabricated by people afraid of Peeradigm's advanced technology. To them our camouflage was like a form of evil alien magic...Can you imagine what they will think about our Tablet?

Because of them, people were so damned scared of Peeradigm that we had to stay on the sidelines all these years, sticking to advertising and marketing campaigns to make other products look desirable while neglecting our own high-tech breakthroughs. I say it's high time Peeradigm comes out to play!"

Nods and some uneasy shouts of approval came from the audience.



"So what happened to the war machines?"  A voice finally asked.

"You do all realize I'm not that old?" Tracy smiled at the young man in the front row, noticing his intense attention on her tits, before continuing.

"All 4 were ordered decommissioned by the military. A nice way of saying scrapped and stored in shoddy warehouses to rot. Miraculously one survived; the PhyPer. It sat badly damaged for nearly 40 years until I obtained permission to restore it a few years ago. We currently use it for research and it's part of our tour.

Come on down and check it out sometime. If you're feeling adventurous, maybe I could give you a much closer look at my upgrades, or give you a couple of your own." Tracy winked, leaning over to show off more cleavage.


"Remember, today isn't about Peeradigm's long history, it's about all of you and our bright future together!"


"When can we buy one!" Wren enthusiastically shouted out with Catty nodding in agreement from her shoulder.

"You will be able to purchase your own tablet directly from Peeradigm once we reach our funding goals... and have commercial approval.

Under Peeradigm supervision you can start indulging in your fantasies anytime after Monday. Simply schedule an appointment or request a house-call. We need paying test subjects and investors!" Tracy laughed.


Taking a breath Tracy decided it best to wrap things up. "I'll stick around to answer any additional questions. Thank you all for attending our little demonstration!"

"What about your assistants?"

"What assistants?" Tracy laughed, hugging her chest, "I see a new pleasure chair and the boobs I've always dreamed of having.

Everyone, do remember to thank Kimmy, the talking boob girl! Don't be afraid to give her a big squeeze, she won't bite!"

"Could she though?" a short midget dressed in a baby costume piped up.

"What? Huh?" Tracy looked around and then down at the small man after feeling a tug, his eyes darting up her skirt with a mischievous smile.

Looking longingly over at Kimmy, then craning his neck to look Tracy in the face, "Could she be made to swallow someone whole like that, you know, through her nipple? Just gobble a small little person right up possibly?"

Taken by total surprise at the question, Tracy pondered a moment while fiddling with the interface, "Well I suppose..."

"Or digest them into living breast milk?"

"What the hell?" Tracy looked down in utter shock at the odd little man.

"I'm a voraphile, can't help myself from wondering. Also into unbirth if you're free later." the little man winked over at Catty before taking a final long glance up Tracy's skirt.

"Oh, okay good luck with that..." Tracy turned around totally bewildered, listening to a room full of people talking over one-another, trying to ask about their specific kinks.

"Did you say vore? My wife likes that! Could you make her a chocolate bar with a gooey caramel center?"

"Oh heaven's sake, no, why would anyone want to be a..."

"What about a fish?" an older gentleman in a finding nemo tee-shirt and colorful golf shorts asked sincerely. 

"Huh?" Tracy whipped around.

"Could I be a little tiny goldfish in a little glass bowl? I always fancied meself a goldfish, or a beta."

Tracy's face fell, "You're kidding, right?"

"Absolutely not my young friend! Why jest about something as grandiose as being a beautifully tiny, wee, little, goldfish... or beta."

"Yah, or beta..." Tracy sighed, "I don't know, we haven't really tested it on aquatic animals..."


"Can a man be a female plush love doll?"

"YES! Whoever said that one, yes!"

"That get's unbirthed by a plushie doll friend and turned into a rubber dildo in the process?"

"Oh, Wow. Didn't see that coming..." Tracy shook her head. "I don't know, maybe? We've never tried a combo field in that way, so causal effects might work?" she explained with some hesitation. "You could definitely be one and then the other."

"Come"

"What? Seriously chick? Sure, Yes, Why the hell not..." Tracy threw her hands up in the air in frustration, "Thick, gooey, white, sticky..."

"No, no, Oh gawd no, Just, ick.. Gross. I meant come over here. I want to discuss investing. What type of sicko are you!"