"What, uh... What did you have in mind?" Sabrina asked, lowering her voice to match Nick's volume.
She was apprehensive about letting the P.A.D. fall back into Nick's possession; part of her was morbidly curious about the alterations that he had made to her, but at the same time she wasn't sure if she
wanted
to know. Nothing about her seemed off, and rationally she knew that was because of the device's awareness-hindering effects, but using the little information that Nick had accidentally divulged narrowed down the possibilities. Of all of her facial features the only thing that Sabrina could consider to be Nick's doing were her lips. Her full, plump, perfect lips that stood out on her otherwise average face. But even if they were the result of the P.A.D.'s interference... Sabrina
liked
her lips. She liked the way they grabbed attention, she
loved
the way they felt, and they provided the perfect pillowy cushion when wrapped around a hard cock or a wriggling tongue.
If she found out that she used to have boring, thin lips... would she give them up? All it took was a quick pass over them with her tongue for Sabrina to find her answer. Besides, with the puppy-dog eyes Nick was making at her she figured she was pretty safe from any malicious or selfish changes he otherwise would have thrown her way.
"Well..." Nick trailed off and glanced towards the door that led out towards the storefront, the sound of a girly giggle drifting in as he did.
"Flo?" Sabrina raised her eyebrows as if questioning his choice. "Trying to get her on your dick like, what's her name, Yvonne?"
Nick blushed but rolled his eyes playfully.
"C'mon, Sabs. I asked you about Yvonne beforehand and you gave me the go-ahead. You know I wouldn't make a move on someone that works here without letting you know first. Rules are rules, remember?" Sabrina didn't remember, but she nodded along anyway to keep up the appearance that she did. "I think it's fair; you get to blow as many guys as you want, so you can toss your boyfriend a bone, can't you?"
Wait,
boyfriend
? Sabrina hadn't had an official 'boyfriend' since high school when she figured out that monogamy was
not
for her. Sure she'd had a few partners and fuckbuddies in the interim but never anything exclusive which, from the way Nick was talking, this certainly wasn't.
Before she had a chance to answer Nick had brought his hand back up to her face, his thumb grazing over her bottom lip. Her lips parted and a soft, breathy sigh slipped out; it was unfair how easily he could push her buttons but he was making it hard to say 'no'. What was the harm in letting him have a little fun with her former boss?
"Mnh, fine," Sabrina relented while resisting the urge to start sucking on her new boyfriend's thumb. "So long as you tell me what you're doing to her so I can try and follow along."
"Deal!" Nick said excitedly.
He took the P.A.D. from Sabrina's hand after she offered it to him, then led her out to the prep area that was just off to the side of the Bean Roaster's floor. It was where the ice machine and industrial sink lived, the customer-facing section of the store devoid of the utilitarian stainless steel appliances in order to keep in line with their 'cozy cafe' aesthetic. Here they'd be mostly hidden, completely out of sight of the people that Flo was serving while still having a good view of the girl herself. Nick stepped behind Sabrina and wrapped an arm around her waist so that he could pull her back until his hips connected with her bony butt. She settled in against him, resting the back of her head against his chest while she felt the steady pulsing of his clothed dick against her leg.
"So, how do I work this thing?" He asked, holding the device out in front of them with his other hand.
"You just kinda focus on the person, then think of what you want," Sabrina instructed. "It'll show you a description of the change before it locks it in. Just be careful, okay? Like I said, it sort of just runs away with whatever's on your mind sometimes. At first I thought it needed direct contact with your skin in order to work but it's gone off in my pocket, so I guess it's proximity based?"
"Wild," Nick said, watching holo-Flo pop up over the black rectangle the moment he focused on her. "Where did you get it?"
"It just showed up in the mail yesterday, addressed to me. It's from some company, uhh... 'Build-A-Partner', I think? But I really couldn't find much on them. Maybe I share the same name as someone important? You don't think that it's, I dunno... some kind of government experiment that got sent to the wrong person, do you?"
"I don't know
what
to think about this, Sabs..." Nick muttered.
But he had a good idea of what to think about Flo now that he had her selected. She was cute and bubbly, a little more traditionally pretty than Sabrina was even though she had a bit of an attitude. He would have loved a chance to get a girl like her naked; she had petite proportions without being too skinny and a pert little ass that looked great in a pair of jeans. At the end of the day, though, Nick was a guy - an
extremely
horny guy - and with the opportunity to reshape the unsuspecting teenager he knew
exactly
where to start.
'BREASTS' the display proclaimed, prompting Nick to visualize the exact pair he wanted to see on the auburn-haired girl. 'LARGE + PERKY' read the result, surprising him with its accuracy, and he didn't hesitate to confirm it. 'INPUT SELECTED' briefly flashed and Nick's eyes locked onto Flo's modest chest. He could already see the fabric of her apron shifting, the front of her polo shirt stretching to accommodate her steadily inflating bust. Flo's posture adjusted as her breasts grew out into generous handfuls, then again to compensate for the weight as they swelled even further, looking more and more out-of-proportion on her otherwise slender body. She carried them well, with a practiced grace; shoulders squared and back slightly arched to push them out towards her current customer, a middle-aged man that was struggling and failing to maintain eye-contact with the increasingly busty girl.
Her apron was tied off just underneath her new boobs to cinch in the billowing fabric and give her uniform a little more shape, the more form-fitting look displaying how high and proud they sat on her chest and emphasizing just how
