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    Opening up a new blank project, you stare at the wide-open white space with longing. The pen in your hand taps the tablet on the desk in front of you, itching to let your creativity set it free, but you can't seem to think of anything good.

    “Hmmm…what to do, what to do…” you hum to yourself as you rack your brain for some kind of long-lost idea or seed of inspiration.

    There was the anime style you tried to replicate a month ago.

    Yeah, keyword. Tried… like 25 times…

    You created a spectacular pirate ship scene on the open sea, compete with shading, color, and the ultra-realistic waves.

    If I wanted to spend an ENTIRE YEAR on one piece, sure… I want something quicker and less involved.

    A logo could be neat. Make up an imaginary business and—

    Eh, not in the mood.

    You lean back in your chair as your eyes look up to the ceiling in frustration. Regardless if it was a mental block or being indecisive, being unable to even draw a line without your mind screaming its criticism was enough to make drawing difficult. But for some reason, the ceiling fan catches your attention. The way it swirled around in such a repetitious fashion…

    “An animation!”

    You snap your head back down to face your monitor and feel your hand moving the pen before you can think it. A series of pose lines and a rough anatomy make themselves appear in no time as you expertly whip up a simple ten frame walking segment. You connect them all and crack a smile as your faceless mannequin character strolls in place on repeat.

    You let inspiration take over as the difficult task of getting started is now behind you. You pause the animated gait and supply the round sketched head with a full mane of long curly hair. Each frame you add distinguished bobs and sways to each tuft breathing more realism into your character. Next you outline the eyes, nose, and then finally the mouth, and then let your animation play out again.

    Your character is now a ‘she’ and as you watch her hair flow, eyes blink, and lips turn up into a smile you grin back excitedly.

    “She's gotta have a name though…” You twirl around in your chair and ponder the question, all the while letting your strutting girl continue on her walk to nowhere.

    “Hey!”

    You jump in alarm as a voice shouts the word, making you spin around in the direction it came from. You’re on edge as you stare wide-eyed at the screen, yet all you see is the same thing: the walking animation.

    “Gonna make me walk like this forever?! My legs are killing me!”

    She talked. You flinch a little at the demanding tone the voice has, but as you focus on the moving lips of the character, all you can do is stare in bewilderment.

    “Y-You…c-can talk?” you stutter out.

    You watch in awe as she moves her handless arms and props them on her single-lined waist, all the while still continuing on her mindless walk. “Yeah, I have a mouth, silly.” She cocks her head as if it's obvious. “Now will you please stop making me do this?”

    You nod silently and move your cursor over to the play button and click, stopping the animation. Your eyes catch her stagger a bit and steady herself as you hear a few breaths echo through the speakers to either side of the desk.

    “Ugh…thank you. That was torture.” She extends her legs, doing some stretching before looking at you with a sideways glance. “What?”

    You're at a loss for words as you try to fathom what you’re seeing. “How…?” Absently you move your hand up to touch the screen as if to test reality.

    “How what? What are you doing?!” She scoffs as she sidesteps your fingers and peers around your hand. “And no squishing me, jeez. I’m already flattened in here as it is.”

    Pulling your hand back you look down apologetically. A whole mix of confusion is swirling in your brain, it's like you have no idea what up is.

    “Alright, sorry for being snippy. My legs were just cramping up from before,” she spoke, but with a slightly softer tone. “If you actually gave me some definition in these sticky legs of mine, I might be able to walk longer.”

    You look at her legs and see the lack of muscle or anything for that matter besides the anatomy line and singular circle joints at her knees and hips.

    “And for goodness sake, give me feet!” She exclaimed in exasperation. Lifting up her leg, she gestured forcefully at the triangular points that formed at the base of her shin. “I feel like a sticky ballerina that can't stop doing point poses.”

    Nodding again you pick up your pen again and bring it down to the tablet, getting to work on her legs and feet. She seems to give you the freedom to draw as you start at her hips, designing the harder contour of her thighs, knees, and calves.

    “Hmm…so you like a woman with nice curves I see…”

    You notice her eying you with a coy smile as her nubbed wrists roll along her now wider hips and thicker thighs, making you blush, yet you continue on trying to ignore her teasing.

    “I like your style,” she continues, smiling as you finish her now longer and fuller lower body. “A nice mixture between anime and realism…with that touch of a little oomf!”

    She kicks her hips to the side, knocking your cursor away. But you realize you have a transformation tool active and as your tool goes flying, the selected elements of her hips and thighs enlarge dramatically.

    “Whoa!” Her arms fly out as her hips balloon sharply to ten times their original width, sending her legs shooting down the screen. “Now I really love your style!” She looks down at her ultra-expanded lower body and whistles in approval.

    You pause for a moment to take in her dramatized physique and then slowly begin to bring her back down to a manageable size. You notice immediately her smirk.

    “Alright, fine. Shrink me back down, but still give me some of that oomf,” she tisks as her arms fold grumpily. “I still want some of that fun to shake around.”

    You bring the series of lines back in and stop a little bit bigger than she started, then begin to arc out her butt a bit and fan out her hips and thighs much to her delight. Keeping in stride, you devise a pair of tight jeans for her that truly accentuate her well. As she giggles with approval you make quick work of her feet and outfit them with a comfy pair of converse.

    “Ooo, yeah, I do like your style.” As you complete the last shoelace, she spins around, testing out your handiwork. “Nice and tight…but not too tight. And super comfy…jeez you draw so well!”

    “Heh… g-glad you like it,” you say bashfully, still wrapping your mind around this lively sketched girl. “Anything else you'd like…?” The unanswered question of a name comes to mind as you let the inquiry linger awkwardly.

    “With a stick line neck and a flat box for a chest…there is much more to be desired here, buddy,” she replied back with a sideways glance. “For someone that loves seeing me with curves, I better not be disappointed!” She pokes her chest with her handless arm before frowning at that as well. “Give me hands, dammit!”

    “S-Sorry!” You fumble with your pen as her order startles you, almost dropping it to the floor. You see her hold her arms out, impatiently waiting as you quickly get to work. While in the same vein, you fabricate her arms and give toning to her shoulders. You design each finger expertly and allow her to test them out to her liking.

    “Yes… yes! Oh yes, this is great!” She expresses happily as she claps her hands together for the first time. “Mmm, yeah, I love this. I can feel stuff now, hehe!” You watch with a chuckle as she runs her fingers down along her thighs and around her plump rear, basking in the ability to press and prod her newly forming self. And as her hands slink up her waist, you snap your cursor into place as you begin working on her chest before she has a chance to make a snippy comment.

    “I got it. You'll be busty in no time.”

    “Rawr, I like you. You’re getting smart, and know me so well…” she winks slyly as she does mock claw actions with her hands.

    You laugh and wink back, beginning your pen strokes with much more care than anywhere else. You give depth to her neck and collarbone as you sweep a large line down and around to form a huge plump breast, followed by another in symmetrical fashion up the other side. She hefts them up in her hands as you work the fine detailing of her nipples and puffy areolae.

    “This a good size for you?” you ask hesitantly.

    “You're starting me off nice and big already, hehe, good job, but…” She tosses her bulbous DD's from palm to palm in deep contemplation before looking at you with a devious expression. “…I could be so much bigger…” Gesturing at the pen in my fingers she points back to her bosom with a knowing glance. “C'mon, don’t make me wait…”

    Gulping compliantly, you do as she tells you and bring your cursor back up to her perky rack and select the assortment of sketched lines and begin to enlarge them.

    “Mmmm! Yes! Bigger!” She eagerly brings her hands up to mush her enlarging breasts from the sides, the look in her eyes telling you she wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. And so, you gradually drag your cursor further and further across the screen, expanding her to watermelons in size.

    “How's that?” You smirk confidently.

    “Pathetic.”

    “What?!”

    She lets her hands fall to her sides, allowing for her heavy breasts to flop down and clap together with a pleasant show of jiggling. Yet her face is anything but pleasantly content. “This is still too small! I can be bigger. Make me bigger! I know you want to!”

    “O-Ok! I will!” You panic as you nod vigorously. Yet again you swing over your cursor and select all the breast lines, and slowly begin to stretch them out further still. However, as you methodically expand her bust, you notice her becoming more and more irritated, her foot tapping impatiently.

    “Enough of that,” she scoffs and swats at your cursor, making it fling across the screen uselessly. “I want you to do it the fun way…” She grins at you with a raise of the eyebrow.

    You blink a little startled from seeing your mouse fly away uncontrollably. “Fun…way?”

    “Scale me.”

    “What?”

    “Scale me!” she repeated with a laugh. “Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Do I really have to point to it?”

    You put two and two together as you bring your cursor back on screen and hover up next to the scale command in the taskbar.

    “See, knew you were a smart one.” She nods and lifts her breasts back in her arms, awaiting. “Now. Like I said. Bigger…”

    You go back over and reselect the lines and go up to the scale factor box and throw in a 50%.

    “OooOH! Heh, that was fun!” She chirps giddily as she sways a bit on her feet to keep herself steady. “Let's go even more!”

    “Seriously?!” you say aghast, ogling at the breasts nearly half the size of herself now.

    “Yep!”

    You shrug and enter in a 100% enlargement factor, seeing her breasts explode up to a size nearly large enough to lay on as she careens forward onto her bed of flesh.

    “Ahhh! Yes, yes! Bigger! I love this!”

    “You've got to be kidding me! Again?” you ask in disbelief.

    “Would you stop being so…so reserved and just make me gigantic already!?” She flaps her arms in a tantrum. “Bigger, bigg—”

    “Alright! Fine!” You hastily type in a 1,000 and hit enter.

    The next moment you see the lines zoom out in a surge of growth as her nipples slam into the center of the screen, making you lurch back in shock as the screen of the monitor cracks at the two points of impact. In the following second, the monitor goes black and lifeless. You stare on in shock at the webbing cracks of the screen, and then hear her voice whisper guiltily through your speakers.

    “I um…think that might have been a bit too big… Oops…”

    “Y-yeah…” you reply back shakily. “I forgot to ask if you even had a name…”

    Her laughter dances through the speakers. “Mmm, how does Myra sound? And um…you happen to have another monitor? I’d love to be able to see that adorable face of yours again.”

    “Sounds perfect,” you smile as you get up from your chair. “As a matter of fact, I do. I’ll be right back!”