"Hi Jane," She started her automatic return to the inventory she had been checking, but stopped short at the unexpected vision of her coworker. "Uh, you raid your kid sister's closet this morning?"
Jane paused for a second, not sure what that was supposed to mean, then felt suddenly that everything was very, very wrong.
The 20% height increase meant she was now six feet, eight inches tall in the same clothes she'd put on when she was five feet, seven. That was exacerbated by the extra 2 cup sizes of breasts -- proportional double-D's on a six-eight body in a blouse sized for C's proportional to a five-seven body. She was as yet mercifully unaware of the fact that she'd gone from plain to - well... Viola Merson was pretty homely, and Sharon was (as we all seem to agree) fairly pretty, so, an increase in beauty two and a half times the difference between Mouse Merson and Sharon McCormack meant plain Jane was just about off the scale gorgeous. But that would wait until Jane had run nearly screaming into the bathroom in response to finding herself towering over everything, in clothes consisting of either tatters or desperately straining pieces of fabric that barely covered any of her.
"What the fuck?" Rick griped at the instant absence of his target. "I assumed you'd take care of the clothes and the whole adjust-to-sudden-reality-change thing."
*Who am I, God?* the gun retorted. *You want clothes morphing, get the clothes-morph ray gun. I do all the stuff on the menu*
"Yeah, but now she's just in there freaking out, along with her coworker; probably calling the police, and instead of a hottie to ogle, I get a big shitstorm." Rick was very disappointed in the turn things had taken.
The gun would have shrugged if it had shoulders. Instead it remained silent.
Rick approached the store, and finding no one inside -- the frantic feminine shouts from the back room making it clear where the occupants were -- he stepped inside and locked the door behind him, flipping the sign over to CLOSED. It was hard to say which of the two young women in the back was more freaked out, but Rick's curiosity was peaked by the badly torn blouse lying on the floor halfway across the sales floor.
"Now what?" He asked, half-rhetorically.
To his surprise, the gun answered. *You could try enhancing her intellect to the point that she understands what's happened. At least then she might calm down*
"She's not gonna like it any more than she does now."
*Hey, you want mind-control, get a mind-contr-*
"Yeah, yeah, I know... 'Get a mind-control ray gun.' If I could go back into the future, maybe I'd grab one. You really think an intellect enhancement would work?"
The gun gave another metaphorical shrug. Just then, the door to the back room opened and the doorway literally filled with the most beautiful woman Rick had ever seen.
She was freakishly, super-humanly, preternaturally beautiful. Perfect in every way, in every expression, from every angle... or nearly so, anyway. Rick thought Sharon was hot, why lie? Rick thought Mouse Merson was pretty much a troll. So, more than twice the difference added to someone who'd been just plain -- not bad, just plain -- well, we've been over that already. She wasn't really a goddess; not literally perfect, but the effect on Rick was monumental.
It didn't hurt that the top of his head came up barely to her chin, and she was topless, her hands flying up, at the sight of the strange man in front of her, to cover what they could of the biggest pair of tits Rick had ever seen in person. Her skirt came less than halfway down her thighs, was split completely up one side, and the waistband was about 1 stitch away from popping -- about as close as Rick's eyes were to popping out of his head.
Jane had been saying something about leaving her blouse outside when she'd stepped through the door and seen Rick. Now she and Rick stood for a pregnant second between mutual shock and unilateral action.
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