It started with a sketchy file named physics_engine_update.exe that Chloe clicked by mistake, but the results were anything but virtual. The sensation hit instantly—a bubbling warmth in her hips that exploded outward, forcing her to stand as her office chair screamed in agony under the sudden, massive weight. When she reached back, her hands sank inches deep into impossibly soft, doughy flesh that felt like water balloons wrapped in silk. She tried to take a step toward the mirror, but the physics were broken; her new ass didn't just move, it lagged, the two colossal globes swinging wide before slamming together with a thunderous CLAP that rattled the windows. It was perpetual motion—one step sent shockwaves rippling through her body for forty-five seconds, a hypnotic ocean of flesh that refused to settle. She stopped moving, but her ass kept undulating, rolling in a chaotic rhythm that made her brain go fuzzy and soft. Why was she smart? Why did she need code? Look at the bounce. Look at the wobble. Chloe giggled, a hollow, bimbo sound, and deliberately wiggled her hips again, moaning as the shockwave nearly knocked her over. She forgot her job, forgot her name; there was only the Jiggle, and she was going to see if she could make it clap loud enough to set off a car alarm.
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