Photo Editing

Bryan sat in front of his computer and considered what to do next. He knew these strange powers he’d woken up with worked on people around him – the gorgeous girl lying dozing in his bed was ample proof of that – and on himself – he flexed his new bicep idly in appreciation of his handiwork – but what were the limits of the changes he could make? And how could he test it?

An idea occurred to him, and he pulled up a forum he was a member of that had a section where girls posted pictures of themselves. One girl in particular, PartyAlice91, had always captivated him. Her initial pictures were of her with a beaming smile and big tits, her skinny body perfectly filling out lacy lingerie. However, that was four years ago. As the thread had aged, she’d continued posting pictures, but they showed a girl on a downward trajectory: the backdrops got messier and seedier, her clothes got dirtier, and her body went from fit and toned to sagging, shrinking, and deflated.

Her posts revealed that she had been bouncing from boyfriend to boyfriend, each one borderline abusive, her self-worth and position in life taking a step down every time. The last post, two weeks old at this point, mentioned that she was worried that her and her boyfriend were going to get evicted from the motel they were staying in.

“Let’s see if I can help you out, Alice,” Bryan said, concentrating on her oldest pictures. He reached into her life four years ago and gave her a little nudge, away from the guy she’d been sleeping with and into the arms of one of her college friends, a nice boy named Philip that Bryan could mentally see she had a lot of positive feelings for.

Using the power was sort of like discovering you had a tail. No, Bryan thought, more like discovering that you had a tail, and that you could control what it did. A new, magical, prehensile tail. He continued exploring the depths of his new abilities, and found they had no real limits, just a continual unfolding ease with which he could mold the space and time to his will.

Before his very eyes, the pictures began to change. Gone were the procession of backdrops; instead, it was the same bedroom every time. Her skin cleared up and her hair regained its shine as the stress in her life eased. Her poses got more daring, showing more skin, and the quality of her bras stayed high. He gave her bustline a bit of a boost – not that it really needed it all that much, but bigger, in Bryan’s mind, was almost always better.

Now her posts spoke about her impending marriage, and then there was an entire photoset where she showed off her wedding dress. Her body remained impressive, but Bryan could see that she started to gain weight after the marriage to Philip. He considered just willing that away, but then had an even better idea.

In the later pages of the thread, it became impossible to miss that Alice’s breasts were growing, and so was her belly. She confirmed the news in a post: she and Philip were expecting. Twins, in fact, she revealed in a later post, along with even more pictures of her swelling torso.

The pregnancy awakened something within Alice, obviously. She took to posting pictures nearly every day, in every pose imaginable, documenting her slow, steady growth. Bryan made sure her boobs more than matched her waistline, her previously-impressive rack bloating up to incredible size, threatening to dwarf her belly up until the third trimester.

Her last post in the thread was from just a few days previous. Along with more pictures of herself completely nude and absolutely blimp-like, she reported that she was due any day – which everyone interpreted her subsequent absence to mean she’d finally given birth.

Satisfied with his changes, Bryan saved a few pictures to his computer and closed the browser, listening to his girlfriend in bed beginning to stir awake. Alice’s belly was super-hot, he thought, and decided that might be fun to see in the – ahem – flesh.