"Jim?"
Jim swung his head around, hearing a voice he wasn't expecting. It was Sharon. She was about halfway between where Jim had entered and where he stood now, some 25 feet away from him. The door she entered from was just as gone as it was when Jim had entered.
"Sharon, why are you here? I-I mean, you shouldn't be--" Jim started.
A sort of electronic siren bleeped throughout GOD's dome. Lights flashed all around and certain points in the air glowed spontaneously.
"Error-Fault-Error-- Unknown person has entered chamber during matter reconfiguration. Person is being transformed to last known holographically imprinted pattern -- your dream girl!" GOD output.
Jim and Sharon both looked up and around the dome in confusion, Sharon much more than Jim though. When his eyes returned back to Sharon he saw briefly what he feared as particles and fractures of light emerged from Sharon.
"Jim!?" was all Sharon could say before a crackle emerged through the dome. Her presence glowed to a point of imperceptibility, Jim wasn't even able to make out her form whatsoever, but then she returned, albeit with a new silhouette.
The particles did most of their work reforming Sharon over a few instants. With the first crackle Sharon had clearly shrunk. The previously modestly-sized young woman now appeared much smaller, having shrunk over half a foot in one instant. She fell to her feet now at a stature so reduced but also foreign in ratio--she was unbelievably leggy despite her height. Another crackle, her tits sprang outward in a huge surge. Basketballs looked attached to her chest now from outside the glow Sharon was still enveloped in. Another crackle shortly after and her ass lurched out to match. These two opposing forces pulled her body their respective directions, fighting against her natural posture. Jim saw Sharon open her mouth before a few sharp crackles occurred in succession with little actual change to him at that moment at least. Upon closer inspection of her now huge lips and tight neck, he assumed this reformed her facial features. A final one, and her hair practically manifested itself long and luscious down her back. A final crackle this time much louder than the rest shot out and staggered Sharon to a pained, hunched posture.
The light faded around Sharon and Jim looked at his girlfriend now in full view. Her breaths heaved as the complete picture emerged to him. Huge, blue eyes, sexily gazing vapidly. A tiny nose, atop much larger lips. Hair more blonde than Jim thought possible, with a sheen so beyond reality. He noticed her glistening nipples beading with milk and then shortly after her glistening loins. All exactly as Jim had seen moments ago. Another crackle and Sharon recoiled as if struck by something. Her arms were now jet black from the skintight leather gloves, and her legs too, each up the majority of each limb and with heels that elevated her to precarious heights for her overall size. Her only other attire was a thick corset which only supported those massive tits, but didn't cover them whatsoever. Her loins remained bare.
Sharon staggered to a standing position and leered at Jim. For his credit, he wasn't sure if this was out of rage, confusion, lust, or what. She continued panting in place, having apparently acclimated somewhat to her new form. From even dozens of feet away, Jim could start smelling her pheromones waft their way to him, her perfect lover.
"Wh-wha habbeh to--" Sharon started, before gasping at her voice, light and breathy. "Jih!? Wha did yuh do tuh 'e!?" Sharon couldn't even speak properly anymore. Jim dared wonder based on his fantasies if that was from her monstrous lips or if he was so turned on by such an encumbered Sharon who couldn't even talk. He pondered if she could at least relearn talking, though his hardening dick pondered against that if she should...
"Sharon, I'm so sorry, I--"
"Pattern rewrite successful despite error. Unknown subject overwritten. Subject now concluded as Jim's dream girl." GOD stated before Jim was able to explain to Sharon.
"Drea' girl?" Sharon questioned, staggering a step forward. "Tur' 'e back, Jih!"
"Subject overwritten. Extensive reworking process necessary to regain previous state." GOD again chimed in.
"OK, 'ell thix 'e! I duh care ho' yuh duh it!" Sharon demanded.
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