"Hilarious. Dammit, Jimmy, if you keep forwarding me crap like this I'm going to figure out a way to block you . . . hmm. 'Adjust setting to achieve desired results.'"
Lois Lane saw a rotating 3D image of herself on the screen alongside a variety of meters, dressed exactly like she was at that present moment accompanied by the text "AUTHORIZED USER".
"It can access my webcam? Perfect." she muttered, hoping she could figure out a way to delete this soon. She squinted as she looked at the meters.
Some of the meters were obvious like "Height" and "Weight" while others were surprisingly risque like "Sex Drive" and "Breast Size". There was also a box simply entitled "Commands" and a box with a checkmark on it reading "Subject Does Not Notice Changes".
Still thinking it was a joke, she didn't bother to uncheck it.
"Hmmph. Some perv must really be getting his jollies with this thing. I do wonder though . . ."
Lois had always been jealous of Wonder Woman's incredible figure and super strength. She figured it couldn't do any harm to see what this crazy computer program would make her look like with a better figure.
The first thing she did was kick up the height until she was 6' 1", just four inches shorter than her husband. The second thing she did was increase her cup size from a C-cup to an E-Cup. She also upped her strength to the max end of the level. The image on
the screen was now an Amazon through and through with tits bigger than Wonder Woman's and legs that put her to shame. Her muscle tone was Olympian in nature.
In other words, still a perfectly normal representation of her.
"Boring." she muttered, unaware of the "Subject Does Not Notice Changes" button keeping her from realizing what she was doing to herself. "Let's see if this 'Command' box does anything fun, unlike these broken meters."
Shoving the laptop a bit farther away so she could see it over her huge tits, she smiled and typed in a sentence and hit enter with a laugh.
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