Lov#02

Rapid Rivers, Florida, USA. Early September

"Ohhh fuck, why is that so good?"

"Really?"

"Don't judge me, it's the best I've ever had since I moved to Rapid Rivers."

"It's just pizza."

"I'm from New York, it's not just pizza. Plus you've already started on your second slice."

"We've been shopping all day and I'm hungry. Meanwhile you bought the rest of their lunch singles."

"Super bods need super calories, plus I refuse to be modest about my love for real pizza."

The argument was quiet and made in jest, the two young women smirking as one sat with a single slice and her drink while the other had stacked her pizza high on her plate, so it wasn't their voices drawing any undue attention. No, that attention was because Chloe had agreed to go shopping with her best friend Jennifer Powers; super-heroine and super-celebrity Miracle Maiden, whose idea of a disguise was a bun tucked under a hat and some sunglasses. A disguise that did nothing to hide her tall, well-toned frame, perfectly feminine jaw and cheekbones, or her large chest contained in a small tank top whose thin shoulder straps were currently doing their best.

The only reason Chloe could come up with as to why they hadn't been overrun by fans was due to the fact that Rapid Rivers Central Mall had small crowds on a good day, much less in the middle of the week. A sizable portion of the mall consisted of nothing but empty and locked up storefronts, and the few stores that were left catered mostly to the business crowd.

Actually, the real reason no one was bothering them was, while the food court was one of the only locations one could call bustling during the lunch rush, they had gotten here late enough in the afternoon that the various professionals were finishing up their breaks and were concentrating on getting back to their offices on time. Not that there weren't plenty of hushed whispers, stares, and poorly concealed phone photography that had Chloe adjusting her glasses. A high-tech UI sprung to life in one lens, some light manipulation of Cyberspace around them and bursts of programming sent to the phones making those photos worthless.

This level of public scrutiny made Chloe uncomfortable. She was never a fan of being the center of attention, even if it was mostly directed at her functionally oblivious friend who began to work on her 4th slice of pizza, and she was wondering if maybe she could maneuver one of their many bags into a sort of fort to block out their gaze. The two girls had been busy, Jen needing several new things to account for the not insubstantial chest growth she had experienced during "B-day", the college campus having come up with it's own nickname and explanations for the day it had gotten taken over by bimbos and sex dolls that all just miraculously vanished.

Not that Jen was the only one who had woken up to discover something new about themselves... Chloe's former classmate Amanda had fully embraced her life as Mandi and while she lacked the rhythm to become a cheerleader she was spending more time on her knees than in class. Dexter, one of her advanced robotics classmates and super history nerd, had also found himself the lustful target of one Renee Schultz, the rich and very popular head cheerleader for the university, whom during B-day he'd kept her safe from the Dolls and had done his best to handle her new changes respectfully... although considering some new rumors about what he was packing they almost certainly got up to more than just becoming passing acquaintances after...

As far as weirdness in Rapid Rivers goes it was just another day though, and while none of the public knew exactly how it happened and how the Ladies of Victory had managed to save the day, they were willing to give the heroines the benefit of the doubt that they'd done so. Considering it had wrapped up with nary a casualty outside of a few girls needing to go shopping and a few of the guys who were affected having some interesting new thoughts of their own, it had turned into merely just another interesting day to talk and gossip about during the semester.

Chloe was lucky enough to be one of those who didn't

need

to go shopping, although getting the long, pastel pink hair she now sported trimmed down to a more manageable shoulder length level had been her number one priority. Her number two priority however was to pick up some interesting garments from their shopping trip to help spice up her own new normal. A blush unconsciously starting to form as she started gazing into the distance remember Marcus' naked body... abs wet and defined with sweat... that fat cock filling up here needy a-

"Okay Chloe.... you're going to have to spill who you've started banging at some point." Chloe's blush bloomed higher as her still-smirking friend went back to her food. Finishing off her slice, Jen grabbed a napkin to daintily wipe off some grease as she winked at Chloe. "You get a far away look when you start getting horny. C'mon... who is he, what's he like? Or is it a girl, I thought after Veronica -"

Ahh, whoops

. The glare she got for that would have been more threatening if Chloe put some more effort into it, although she knew better than to bring her friend's last ex into conversation.

Chloe ignored her, using a fork and knife to chip away at her own pizza as she took the time to chew slowly and calm down the blush. Swallowing, she even took the time to drink her soda as she watched Jen stare at her expectantly, her fidgeting making her new tits jiggle distractingly but Chloe put that out of her mind at Jen's reminder of She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named...

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Chloe Masters, you're a terrible liar. You could at least just tell me you don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, I don't want to talk about it."

Jen made a pouting face and a petulant whine, but it lasted only a second before she went back to smiling like she had won the conversation. Not that Chloe could have really fooled anyone, but Jen had known her for a few years now and while this trip was mostly for Jen to replenish her closet with things she could wear that didn't require elastic, some of the bags by their table were Chloe's.

That meant that Jen didn't have to work particularly hard at guessing why her normally reticent friend happened to be ending their day with some heels that were higher than even Jen felt comfortable wearing, and some lingerie that had her being the one blushing at sudden ideas and looking away. Luckily, Chloe was too much in her own head since B-day and Jen was the one that didn't want to spend too much time thinking about what those new thoughts might be... or stop them from helping convince her friend to purchase some very scandalous things she was on the fence about.

"Fine...." Chloe's expression as she looked back up at Jen going back to her pizza was worried, fearing she had messed up, but a sly wink from Jen put her back at ease as her shoulders relaxed. Jen knew better than to push her friend, the girl had difficulty opening up and underneath her no-nonsense exterior was a kind but sensitive person. If B-day happened to have made it so a guy could help her loosen up a bit, Jen wasn't going to complain. Both as her friend and... technically her boss? Jen's forehead creased as she suddenly had to think on whether or not as team leader she was Chloe's boss or if, as the person who had founded the LoV and as far as she knew signed her paychecks, if Chloe was her boss. In the silence, her friend noticed the sudden shift in Jen's thoughts.

"What is it?"

"Nothing important," Jen waved off the distraction, the two of them actually did have something else to talk about that took priority over random musings. "but while this mall just barely had everything we were looking for, is there another particular reason you insisted we shop here?"

Chloe took a sip of her drink, her eyes passing over Jen as she looked at someone behind her. Turning around, Jen spotted the object of Chloe's attention fairly quickly. Heels clicking on the tiled floor, the woman walking down towards the opposite end of the mall the girls had come from was certainly distracting enough to draw the eye. In comparison to the office workers shuffling around, her coiffed blonde hair, manicured nails, and tiny dog in her purse were indicative of a woman whose job was to look pretty. She was doing great at it too, make-up looking perfect underneath some expensive sunglasses, her legs encased in a tight pencil skirt that kept her movements short and a pink top that would be modest if it weren't for one thing.

Her every walk set off the two jiggling balloons attached to her chest, their barely contained mass peeking out from the deep V neckline. It was hard not to stare, but in Rapid Rivers the woman looked more out of place due to the modest nature of the mall than her appearance. In fact, the normal people going about their day didn't even blink at her passing, although they weren't heroines who still had to find the missing villainess Bimbette.

Jen returned her eyes to Chloe, the other girl in deep thought briefly before shaking her head.

"If she had a run in with Bimbette she wouldn't have enough brain power left to deal with the dog. Plus she doesn't look that outrageous, she looks like my high school principal's secretary."

"Really? I take it that meant no one in your school minded going to the principal's office then?"

"Nope." Chloe smirked. "The principal's tits were even bigger."

The two girls giggled, settling back into working on their food as the woman disappeared down one of the curved hallways. It had been awhile since either of them had time to just hang out, and the relaxingly normal day of shopping with a friend and eating (incredibly delicious, Jen couldn't believe the best NY style slice in town was in a mall) pizza was a nice break from the day-to-days of being a heroine in Rapid Rivers.

"So...." Chloe meticulously began cutting and eating a piece as she worked out what she was about to say. "What did your parents think of the new costume?"

Jen groaned, the annoyed sound belonging to a teenager having to deal with adults and not one of a 20-something superheroine who could pick up a bus. "I'm not sure what's worse. Mom and Dad being quiet on the costume change, their passive aggressiveness meaning they're fully aware I've got a way sexier costume than they'd ever approve of, or me trying to wrap my head around what the fuck is happening." That last bit was sharper than she'd intended, but while everyone had seemed to accept "reality changing bullshit happened but it's fine and don't worry about it."

She had been trying to figure out where the limits were. As far as she was aware, her reality had changed to having a nice pair of tits and a costume to show them off, but her parents seemed fully aware that her costume was different and she was waking up in the morning with unfamiliar jiggles still. "Like if my breast size is now my new reality, why am I still surprised that I've obviously gained 3 cup sizes."

"Well, it's probably more like 2 cup sizes." Chloe was still cutting away at her pizza piece by piece, as though their conversation was just the normal day-to-day good friends got into and not the fact that reality around them had altered Jen's tits to be obviously bigger than she'd been a month ago. "The only place you've been measured at was Pink4U, and there's no standardization for bras so they usually up the cup size to make women in-store feel better. They measured me at a big C-cup but realistically I'm more of a small B."

Jen frowned at her friend, who was probably correct but was also studiously avoiding answering her question. Chloe's poker face was crap which was why Jen knew the current drink of water was as much to delay time as it was to wash down a hastily swallowed bite. She'd known her friend long enough to have learned about some things that would shock their teammates and normally she'd let it slide. This was the first time though in all the years that she'd been in Rapid Rivers that she had personal contact with something Chloe kept close to her chest... and because it affected her chest, instead of just letting it go or changing the subject she continued on.

"So why do my parents only seem to care about the costume but they aren't noticing the extra fat it's showing off? " The brief flicker of a grimace passed over Chloe before turning to a look of concentration, the slump of her shoulders an easy admission that she was finally going to fess up.

"I told you some of this earlier -" "In Chloe-speak." "- but the easy answer is change blindness and a localized reality trigger." Jen's blank look made Chloe release a heavy sigh. She didn't mind explaining but it had been a long time since she'd had to go in-depth with talking about Cyberspace.

"Change blindness is when the human mind misses visual queues that something in the world has changed around them, with several factors creating the effect such as lack of attention or a sudden focus of attention elsewhere. Your parents haven't noticed that your tits are bigger

because

your costume also changed significantly. They're so focused on one thing they're missing out on another."

"Okay...." Jen could understand that pretty easily. "and a non-Chloe version of a localized..."

"Localized reality trigger." Chloe cut another chunk of pizza and stabbed it with her fork, holding it up for a moment before taking a bite. Thinking about changes to the world around her she could have missed, Jen couldn't help but notice that Chloe's lips looked a little fuller than she remembered while her friend chewed. "While the virus was designed to go after all women and turn them into Dolls, that kind of mass and sudden reality rewrite requires a lot of power that a secondary lab wouldn't be capable of producing."

"How do you power all your stuff anyway?"

"I have an anchored non-Aristotelian singularity that creates a form of paracausal energy letting me-"

"Nope. Nope nope nope." Jen sighed as she shook her head. "I know like, two of those words. Just... back to the virus?"

"You asked." Chloe rolled her eyes, a light smirk crossing her face even as she went back to her pizza. "But basically, to counteract the lack of power it did two things. First, create the feedback loop so you would constantly 're-dose' yourself by getting on PicUp. The second thing was to have a two-stage release of the main programming, the first release would be just a flash of the end-game data: that of the Doll, while the second stage would record the hosts subconscious reaction to that data and sort of nudge them along the path."

"So it made my brain imagine a bimbo doll and then created a slight change I wouldn't notice because my subconscious had already experienced it, then also made me want to look at PicUp again so it could repeat another cycle."

"Which would inflict stronger change because you've already been changed once, snowballing until you end up a Doll." A slight burble almost escaped from Jen as she had to stop talking and let Chloe finish, putting a fist to her mouth and managing to swallow an unlady-like sound. "Since this was all happening at the individual level, everyone got affected differently through the stages but that also meant that their new version of reality only existed for them. That means when I reversed the effects, they also did so at an individual level so any 'new reality' bits sticking around are the result of their own subconscious..."

An uncharacteristic giggle left Chloe as she trailed off into something off-topic, leaving Jen to just silently raise one eyebrow.

Ugh.... I hate it.

Jen would be the first to tell you she was more of a bruiser hero but while she wasn't dumb or anything, trying to keep all of this straight was going to be incredibly annoying. Annoying not unlike the smirk on her friend's face as she looked at her while the giggle trailed off. "Okay, I think I get it... but why the laugh."

Her deadpan response was apparently equally amusing, eliciting Chloe to wave her off before another fit of giggles started. "Just a random thought, but mostly it was at the idea that your subconscious wanted to make your parents mad and it came up with great cleavage."

For once it was Jen's turn to start blushing. "Well if you're smart enough to psychoanalyze me-" and she knew Chloe wasn't wrong, "-do it to them. Why aren't they throwing the fit I'd expect."

"Ahh, you haven't seen the papers. Your metrics are too good. Turns out people love -" Chloe put up both her hands to mime a headline. "- Miracle Maiden all grown up? Va-va-VOOM!" Jen had read enough tabloid headlines to know one when she heard one. The heavy groan she released as she went back to her pizza coming from an unfortunately familiar space for her. However...

"And you call it 'Cyberspace'? Really?"

Chloe still had a light blush from earlier but she went fully red in the face at that remark. "I was a kid when this all happened, and I was raised with more math books and a few sci-fi fictions than anything else! I know the name is dumb but -" Chloe stops as Jen is barely containing her laughter. Muttering to herself about the sensitivity of that subject, Chloe goes neatly cutting away at her food. Looking back up though, a smirk unwittingly crosses her face as she watches Jen struggle to get back to her food trying not to burst from shoulder-shaking mirth into improper guffaws of laughter.

For a moment, the two were happy to eat in silence. It's not that Jen didn't have better questions than teasing her friend, especially about some other new parts of her reality she was still trying to work out, but that would require some psycho-analyzing of her own towards Chloe that she had to finish working through before she knew how to approach. The moment passes though as she sees her companion glance behind into the mall and do a wide-eye double take, stopping mid-cut as Jen turns around to see what was so interesting.

The bimbo walking towards the exit was if nothing else, extra. Big sunglasses obscured most of the face but not the cock-loving lips, so enhanced that she couldn't even close them properly. They weren't the only part of her enhanced past the point of proper usage, the tiny pink tube top holding on for dear life around a pair of tits that had Jen realizing she hadn't even really come close to being bigger considering the fetish material bobbing on the woman's chest. It could be a trick of the proportions though, her waist was so thin that it only made the ridiculousness of her hips and butt as unbelievable as the fact that the skin-tight miniskirt wasn't just riding up to show off the wares. In fact, as the bimbo's towering platform heels clicking away as she left the mall the only thing normal about her was the...

ahh fuck

... a familiar tiny rat-dog in an equally familiar tiny purse.

The two girls shared a look, continuing to mirror each other as they looked back at the hip swaying, booty jiggling figure of a woman who wasn't quite that curvaceous when she walked in, and then again at their food. The two even sighed with false drama together, eliciting another giggle out of Chloe as Jen just smirked.

"We're going to have to call this in."

"I know.... but I'm finishing my lunch."

"and I'd rather put our bags back in the car."

Chloe nodded in agreement. The mall was in the vicinity of possible locations for the Technovile lab where she figured they'd find a captive Bimbette so it's not like she could just ignore a potential threat. The blatant clue currently mincing out the door should also probably be stopped but neither girl was feeling particularly obligated to get up. Dealing with the source would handle anyone who had been affected, but that would be a task for Tricksterella or Voodoo Queen and every person in Rapid Rivers would take one look at the victim and know to stay clear. Instead, the two went back to eating. They'd get around to solving the current mystery and helping save the day but there was no point in letting some bimbo villainess ruin their time off after all...