She sat with a cold glass of ice tea beside her as she began to run the warm suntan oil into her soft flesh. First she did her arms starting just abov... the hands and slowly running them up to her shoulders and then back down again. Each arm glistened in the sun from the oils and she loved the feel of it on her body.Next she did her shoulders, working the liquid into each one and then over her chest. Back and forth and slowly descending until she met the soft swell of her breasts. She looked. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be. After a moment I shrugged and turned back to the table and sat down. I decided to speak for the first time."We can try but he goes."And I pointed to the security guy."If a security guy has access to drugs and is willing to frame someone there is absolutely no way that we'll say anything related to this case with him present. I'd rather have him prosecuted and locked up but most probably they would lose all the evidence before you could actually charge him. So he goes and with a record that. . Anyway, here's the gist of things, folks:"If you're not familiar, Master PC is a reality-altering computer program that can, well, alter reality."It's mostly used for mind control and body modification purposes in other stories that use the concept, but anyone can use it how they see fit if one were to decide to write their own!"There are sliders for how big and shapely one would want an individual's breasts to be, ones that control someone's intelligence and attention spans, ones that affect.