The shopkeeper said the pad was magic. Whatever Elsie drew on it, would happen. She laughed at first, but now sitting at home, her favorite lamp now knotted up and twisted, she had to believe it. It was just a practice test though, that was what Elsie kept telling herself as she sat down in front of her mirror, pad on the floor in front of her, pencil in her hand.

She started first with a basic sketch. She didn't know how liberal the pad would take her drawing, so she began with just a basic silhouette of herself, slowly ironing in the details. She didn't notice anything changing, so far.

Elsie bit her lip. She had always wanted bigger breasts. She had been envious in school of all of the girls who flaunted their bigger chests about while hers was nearly flat. Slowly she took the pencil, extending the lines around her shirt. Not too much, just modest C cups, with perky little indents for her nipples, poking through the fabric. Suddenly she felt it, like a tingling spreading through her chest. She looked at her reflection to see her breasts expanding, bulging outward, stretching her shirt which seemed to expand with them. The once loose fabric, straining against her chest. She reached up slowly, touching one of her nipples through the fabric, the sensitivity causing her to gasp and bite her lip. The pad really worked.

Without hesitation she dove back in. Longer hair, less frizzy, more streamlined around her face. Change the hair part while at it. Her hips, wider. With thicker thighs, that was what guys liked. Bring in her waistline though, like a cartoon mom. She always wanted that kind of body. Her lips, plumper, perfect for wrapping around a cock. She was so horny all of a sudden. What if she....

She quickly added a dildo on the floor pushing past her underwear, deep inside her. Elsie gasped as she could feel the cold member slip inside of her, filling her up. That felt much better. Now she could focus. Bigger tits, even bigger, falling out of her top. Her hand moved like a blur, adding details, a piercing to each nipple, perfectly manicured nails, removing freckles, adding tattoos, beauty marks, makeup.

Elsie came with a shudder falling back away from her pad. She took heavy breaths, her now massive chest pressing down on her tightly. Perhaps she had overdone it, just a bit. She went to reach down to remove the dildo from inside of her but found it wouldn't budge, trapped inside. With a start she sat up quickly looking for the pencil to fix the mistake she had made. Unfortunately, she had soaked the pad in all her fun, ruining the image. Elsie looked in the mirror, terrified of what that meant for her.