Dawn's Data Malfunction

Dawn tried not to break into utter panic as the cloth stretched taut across her thickening thighs began to rip and give way, her body growing heavier by the second. Her chest slipped out from her crop jacket with an unceremonious 'fwoomp', resting atop a gut that had grown several sizes in only a matter of moments.

She'd been experiencing moments like this, ever since she started to get a better handle on Codebase. Despite having a stronger grip on the power that functionally turned her into a demigod, being able to tap into the underlying code of the world without any intermediate step was proving problematic for one reason: unconscious changes.

Sometimes the changes were benign or small, idle thoughts made manifest that either didn't matter or could easily be fixed... and other times, her intrusive, naughty thoughts were the ones that bubbled up to the surface and pulled on the fabric of reality.

'No no no no!' Dawn panicked, groping at her swelling butt and trying not to feel aroused by the change. This was bad, so bad! She'd been doing so well hiding her more perverse kinks from Eve, and now this!? They'd only been dating for a little while, the woman was gonna think she was insane!

It should've been easy enough to fix; just do the same thing she did to cause it, except consciously --- the problem was, Dawn's panic meant that all of her practice was coming up blank.

More and more tears began to form in her outfit, the surging weight of her gut and milk-filled breasts pulling her forward while her rear end served as the anchor that kept her standing. Dawn felt ready to keel over and die; she just had to calm down, and focus. She could figure this out before Eve got back-!

"I'm back." The goddess's monotone voice floated through the air. "What's with the whimpering I've been hearing from the living room- ah." Eve stared blankly at the sight before her, her lover expanded and warped in ways that could only begin to be described by 'gratuitous'.

'So THAT'S what she keeps deleting from our internet history...' Eve mused, while her outward countenance remained completely flat. "Don't worry, love. I'm sure we can fix this quickly enough..." Although... "...Failing that, I'll just see about renovating the house to facilitate your... everything." She gestured vaguely, as a new rip formed across the seat of Dawn's pants and made her squeak.

Eve couldn't exactly say such kinks and fantasies were familiar to her or even something that she'd enjoy... but, there WAS a vague, nostalgic fun in seeing Dawn squirm so intensely under her gaze... so maybe this could work for both of them.