The Future of Beauty

The Thickening

 "What's the matter, Doctor, aren't you happy to see me?" Diana spoke in her most seductive tone as she slowly approached Doctor Henwick, emphasizing her colossal thighs, jiggling tremendously with each step she took.

 "Eh now Ms. Diana, as I explained, I believe you've been exposed to an overdose of extremely potent formula. It would explain your current, uh, condition." Doctor Henwick stammered as his backed up, hitting the wall behind him with Diana slowly approaching him, smiling seductively. 

 "My condition?" Diana asked coyly. "Oh you mean all of this?" She swung her body around, bending over to present her massive jiggling booty to the good Doctor. "Why Doctor, I think you better examine this closer."

 "Uhhh, In due time my dear," the Doctor said as he laughed nervously to himself, trying to keep his composure. "I need to determine the cause of your... predicament. Tell me straight, Ms. Diana, did you consume any of the vials of Instathick from the lab?"

 Diana shook her head as she carelessly swung her humungous ass from side to side. "No, Doctor, I haven't been in the lab at all today, I swear! I've just been growing all afternoon, I can't explain it! Now, don't you need to, um, take some measurements or something, pretty please?" 

 "Soon my dear," Henwick said with a concerned expression, his mind racing, "But I need to investigate this right away."

 The Doctor rushed towards the laboratory, bursting open the doors. The nurse attending to the lab equipment jumped up startled.

 "Ah, I'm so sorry to barge in like this Nurse Kelly, but we have an emergency!" The Doctor explained the situation to his faithful nurse as he frantically searched the lab's many shelved and tables, each filled with various beakers, vials and files. "Now Nurse, please tell me you followed my instructions with the disposal of the extra potent Instathick, the one that was deemed too extreme for mainstream consumption!"

 "Of course, Doctor Henwick!" Nurse Kelly replied in earnest, "Just as you instructed, I disposed of the vials over there." She pointed to the corner of the room which had some equipment meant for disposing chemical waste. Doctor Henwick rushed over to examine the area. Darting his eyes back and forth, he came to a grim realization. 

 "Nurse, please tell me, did you poor the Instathick down here?" He pointed at a pipe in the corner leading into the walls. Nurse Kelly nodded. Henwick closed his eyes in disappointment. "My dear, you were supposed to dispose of them over here in the pipe with the Biohazard sign." The Nurse gasped in shock, horrified at her mistake. "This pipe... it leads to the water supply..." Henwick froze with panic, and also confused frustration at the architectural flaw of placing a direct pipe leading to the water supply so close to the biohazard chemical disposal unit. "We have to call this in, we're about to have a massive city-wide exposure of the most potent Instathick we've ever devised! Nurse call the... Nurse Kelly no!" Henwick shouted out too late as Nurse Kelly gulped down a glass of water. She froze in horror, dropping the glass on the floor as she realized it was too late. "Oh no..."

 "Doctor!" Suddenly Diana burst into the lab, "Doctor please, I need you... to uh examine me now!" 

 "Not now Diana, we've got an emergen-..." Henwick trailed off as he gazed upon Diana, who's blubbering thunder thighs were now absolutely gargantuan, her body having gained significant mass in key areas. 

The Specialist

 "I can't believe I'm going through with all this..." Jessie muttered to herself. Upon hearing her name being called, she walked into the room as confidently as she could. Across the room sat a woman in a comfy looking chair, scribbling notes into a notepad. 

 "Ah, Ms. Grady, I assume?" The woman glanced up at Jessie as she methodically stepped into the room, "Please take a seat Ms. Grady, over there on the couch, get comfortable."

 "Uh, thanks. You can call me Jessie, by the way." she said nervously.

 "Alright then, Jessie," The woman replied smiling, "So what brings you here today to my cozy little office?" 

 "Well doctor," Jessie began, "I was told by a friend that you could help me."

 "And what kind of help do you require, Jessie? I have many specialities and types of clients I work with, so let's narrow down exactly what you need, shall we?"

 "Of course doctor," Jessie stammered, "Sorry, it's just I've never done this sort of thing before. I've been, well, uh suffering I guess you could say, from body issues. Mentally that is. I have never been comfortable in my own body, you know?"

 The doctor nodded silently but showed she was listening intently. While scribbling notes into her pad, Jessie noticed another pair of arms raise up to adjust her glasses. Now that Jessie had noticed this intriguing feature of her doctor, she could now see she had three pairs of arms. Now she realized why she was recommended to this woman, clearly experienced in body modifications. 

 "Well Jessie, as I can tell you've noticed, I'm more than familiar with the human body and modifying it, and I've devoted my research to the psychological impacts of body mods. I can see you've made a big step in altering your own body, the Short-Waist-Body mod if I'm not mistaken." Jessie nodded. "So tell me Jessie, how long have you had this body dismorphia, that is how long have you felt uncomfortable in your own body?"

 "Well," Jessie began, adjusting her seating posture on the sofa, "Honestly for as long as I can remember now, I just never felt like the normal human body was really for me, you know?"

 "I see," the doctor said as she took more notes, "Body dismorphia often manifests at a very young age. So tell me how long have you have your current body? And I assume this alteration was not your first."

 "Oh yeah I've had tons of different body mods," Jessie almost lit up thinking back to all her different bodies, "I've been like this for a few months now, and well obviously I'm not really content with the results. Before this I had the Super Preg mod, where my belly was just gargantuan. And before that I lived for a bit as a quad, walking around on my elbows and knees. Once I had my neck elongated. And you know the usual stuff like bigger breasts and a buttocks." 

 "And so which each body," the doctor began, "You've found yourself perhaps temporarily satisfied with the results but after some time found your current form to be, let's say, confining?"

 Jessie's eyes lit up, "Yes exactly! Always at first it feels so liberating to have a new body to explore but then it becomes, I'm not sure, boring wasn't the right word but confining is a perfect description."

 "Ah yes, very typical for others like yourself." The doctor nodded with the self-satisfaction as her prognosis, continuing to jot down notes.

 "If you don't mind me asking, doctor," Jessie perked up, "How long have you had your body mod? I count three pairs of arms. I've never had that before."

 "Oh these old things?" The doctor raised many of her arms feigning modesty, "Many many years now, can't live without them. And of course it's not my only modification." Seeing Jessie look of anticipation the doctor continued, "Yeah I've got some work done down there," indicating between her legs. Jessie now noticed a small bulge beneath the doctor's professional suit skirt. 

 "Oh! How big is it?" Jessie asked trying a bit to hide her excitement, that is to say that she's always been fascinated by other peoples' body modifications. 

 "'Them' my dear, I have two members down there, both a good foot in length when standing at full mast. Plus I kept my original lady parts just below them, and replaced my anus with a vagina as well."

 "Wow it's so elaborate, I never thought to do so much mixing and matching in my body mods." Jessie's mind was hard at work imagining all the possibilities. 

 "That actually leads to one of the solutions I wanted to bring up. Your body my dear is like a canvas, but the painting is never finished, and you're always welcome to add or subject whatever you want from it. And don't think that the canvas has to only be one painting, but a rather a collage, mixing and matching as you put it. My recommendation for you is to go out there and experiment with new mods working in tandem with others. How about you try that and come back in one month? Then we'll see how you're feeling. And here," the doctor grabbed a card from her blouse, "Take this card, it will give you a significant discount as most clinics for your next few body mods. Good luck Jessie my dear!"

 And with that Jessie sprang up on her thick legs and walked up to the doctor to thank her.

A Special Offer

 "Baby, relax, it's not a big deal." Chelsea said in a relaxed tone as she held a fruit to her lips and began to nibble on it. "I'll change back once I get the money I need. I mean it, I always mean it too, I just haven't got enough to pay off the debts, you know? This procedure wasn't cheap, and I have to pay it off too along with all the bills, plus my rent. My 9 to 5 just doesn't cover it, baby, you gotta understand." 

 Not too long ago, Chelsea looked very different. She was until recently a college drop out named Charlie who liked to gamble and party too much and over time began to drown in debt. Through the friend of a friend, a special offer was given to Charlie to fix all this, to go through a procedure transforming into a brand new body in order to help Charlie make some fast and easy cash to pay off the mountains of debt. Taking up the offer without hesitation, Charlie said goodbye for now to his once masculine body and self and embraced a new life as Chelsea, a 9 to 5 office worker by day and streetwalking, trick turning escort lady by night. Suffice to say, Chelsea's girlfriend at the time was understandably upset by the drastic and impulsive decision. But their unyieldingly large debt could not be ignored, plus Chelsea was able to keep her old job at the office, but moving to the secretarial section and getting a raise with it, which certainly helped calm her girlfriend down, knowing that their debt would be paid off even sooner. And she had come home one night to find her gender swapped significant other with some brand new enhancements to her body.

The Wrong Lotion

 "Hey honey!" you heard Eve's voice call out from the water. "Honey, come here for a sec, please!"

 Something seemed off about her voice, was it deeper than usual? You sit up from your beach towel and make your way to the water's edge, looking for Eve.

 "Over here darling!" You follow her voice and eventually lock eyes on Eve, only it's not the same petite girl who you came to the beach with earlier today, but rather a hulking muscle bound amazon of a woman.

 "Hey uh," Eve started, clearly as flustered by the sudden change as you, "I think we grabbed the wrong lotion on the way out of the apartment."

 Ah of course, it was your roommate's muscle enhancing cream. You now realize you had grabbed that by mistake in the rush to leave for the beach to beat the traffic. You apologized profusely to Eve, trying to explain yourself as she crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.

 "Well, I'll be stuck like this for a while," she began in her noticeably deepened voice, "Maybe I'll stay this way, who knows. It feels, nice, in a way. Powerful. I didn't realize this stuff worked so fast. Maybe it's the water or the sun." You shrugged your shoulders in response.

 Eve suddenly stood up from her kneeling position at the water's edge. Yup, she was definitely taller than before, and a good deal taller than you.

 "Well howdy little man!" She exclaimed, giggling at how small you must've appeared to her now.

 "You wouldn't happen to have more of that stuff, would you? I could stand to be a little larger. Heck there even might be enough for the two of us." She winked playfully at you. You starred back with your jaw dropped.

 "Well," she put her powerful hands on her muscly hips, "I'm waiting."

 Snapping out of your trance, you rushed back your stuff, frantically scrambling for more of your roommate's lotion. You noticed a large shadow looming over you as you dug through your backpack.

 "Did you find it yet?" Eve asked as she towered over you, flexing her muscles to add some intimidation factor. You held up the lotion in triumph, over half of it left.

A Life of Servitude

Thick Reunion

The Strength to Win

Thick Servitude

 "I didn't sign up for this!"

 "Of course you did, Alex! When you lost that bet, you made yourself my slave for a year and now you reap what you sow my friend. And besides, my bikini looks great on you!"

 "But," Alex began, "I didn't think you'd turn me into... this!"

 "Into what? A woman?"

 "I mean yeah, but just look at me! My ass is gargantuan!"

 "Well it's exactly the type of ladies you used to chase, huh babe?"

 "Please don't call me babe." 

 "Why not? You call me and every other woman babe. Would it be too cliche to say that now you know how it feels?"

 "Yes it would, Miranda, I get it now, you're teaching me a lesson and oh boy have I learned it... so can you change me back now?"

 "Are you kidding me?" Miranda chuckled, "This is still the first week! We got about 51 more to go! Now just shut up and relax, we came here to have a pleasant day at the beach where you can show off your amazing body, okay? No complaining, I'm your master now, remember? You wouldn't want me to make further changes to you, now would you?"

 "Sorry." Alex grumbled to herself. 

 "Sorry...?" Miranda gave her transformed boyfriend the widest grin.

 "Sorry...master." Alex whispered through gritted teeth.

 "Atta boy," Miranda said giving Alex's massive booty a hard slap, causing Alex to squeal in response. "Or rather, atta - ah forget it. You're lucky it's pretty quiet today, not a lot of people. I know you're shy about your new body but you'll learn to love it. I mean I did after you forced me to undergo a year of Instathick. And good thing my old bikini can fit you, glad I kept some of my old wardrobe after I outgrew it."

 The couple found a spot to set camp. They pitched an umbrella and laid out beach towels. Miranda plopped her own humongous thick booty down onto her towel, causing a sand crater to form. She giggled to herself. Alex sat down more gingerly, still not used to the extra weight she carried behind her. 

 After an hour or so of relaxing, Alex perked up.

 "Hey Mir- er hey Master?" she shyly asked.

 "Mmm?" Miranda poked one eye open.

 "You, uh, mentioned making more changes to my body."

 "Well that was a threat incase you forget your place as my slave."

 "Right," Alex began, "but, um, what sort of changes?" 

Blissfully Unaware

 Living with her new master, Linda, was a blissful turn of events for Sasha. Sometime, long ago perhaps, she doesn't quite remember, she once lived as a human, will full rights and control of her own body. But this was a sad and stressful life, at least that's the impression Sasha gets when she occasionally tries to think about the past. Life as human was nothing but negativity and misery, but that's all in the past now and there's nothing but blissful times ahead of her. Her master Linda liked to dress her up in various outfits and costumes. Sasha enjoyed it as she was unable to do any of that kind of stuff herself, and was thankful to have a master so keen on giving her body attention. Sasha waddled around the rooms and halls of her new home, exploring its layout. It's a fairly small and humble house but much roomier than the pin she dwelled in with her fellow kind for who knows how long before Linda adopted her. Linda works at the pet store she was bought from as a nurse and is in charge of feeding the pets with her massive bosom. She always makes sure to leave Sasha with a bowl of fresh milk everyday for her to lap up when she's out of the house. Nothing tasted better to Sasha than her master's rich thick milk, and she savored every lick she lapped up from her elongated tongue, just another modification her master Linda was adamant she get. After making her way to the kitchen, Sasha was busy enjoying her meal as the kitchen television broadcasted the local news, various stories about improvements in body modification technology, legalized slavery spreading across the world and people in massive debt going to extremes to pay off their loans. Ignoring the boring human issues, Sasha moaned in pleasure as she gulped down another mouthful of delicious milk. 

Together Again

Idle Care

 Harley grumbled and sighed heavily has she dragged her massive body to the edge of the bed.

 "Whew..." she said and rubbed her belly idly, giving it an affectionate pat before she proceeded to attempt to pull her shirt off, struggling a bit to get the tight fabric over her swollen breasts. "Come on..." she mumbled to herself. She glanced over to the doorway where she finally noticed you watching her. "What? What's wrong? Don't give me that disapproving look, hon." You shrug your shoulders and raise your hands in a "hey, I didn't say anything" fashion. Harley squinted at you suspiciously, "Look babe, it's like I told you last night, I love being pregnant but am not ready to be mother, you know? And babies are such a hassle, so why not let the fetus develop further? Kids are great, you know, but babies are so high maintenance."

  It's only been a couple days since you started working as her caretaker and the two of you are starting to become more comfortable with each other. It seemed like an interesting enough job and it pays well, and you get to stay in this nice house for the duration. All you have to do is answer to Harley's every whim as her pregnancy progresses. She finally gave up on trying to pull her tight shirt above her boobs.

  "Gah fuck it." She let her arms back down to her sides, and began to idly rub her belly again. Her belly began to wiggle and gyrate in response. "Shhh, mommy's here." Harley cooed to her lively belly. She glanced up at you, noticing that you're still there watching her. "You wanna give 'em a feel?" You approach her casually and begin to rub her belly gently. You catch Harley roll her eyes back and bit her lip, clearly finding the sensation pleasurable. You ask her how many babies she's got cooking in that oven of her. "Just two, perfect clones, little me's, they'll be so cute when they pop out!" You gradually begin to make more exploratory rubs across the mass of her huge bugling belly, rubbing dramatically across the entire expanse. Harley breathed heavily, trying her best to not let a moan slip out. Inside the belly you could feel what was apparently her twin cloned children, pressing against her belly from the inside. "Well, they're certainly awake now." Harley whispered aloud, still breathing heavily.

 "Can you help me up, hon?" You take each of her arms in your hands and heave her up to her feet. "Whew, there's my exercise for the day! Time for a shower." She paused as she noticed she hadn't successfully taken her shirt off. You could see her mind at work on whether or not to say "fuck it" to it all and shower with her clothes on. You offer to help, she smiles thankfully. Skillfully you grab the bottom of the shirt from the front, pull out and then up, exposing Harley's enlarged breasts. "Oof," Harley moaned, her puffy nipples now exposed to colder air begun to harden in response. After fully undressing, you help her make her way to the bathroom. Harley's normal pace of walking could be described as a quick and awkward waddle. Her belly bulged stupendously outward and downward, almost defying gravity with its sheer size. Harley's gigantic ass swinging back and forth and she takes each careful step seems like a proper adaptation to all the new weight she's carrying in the front.

Thick Mishaps

 Suzy stepped into her apartment after another long and boring day at work. It's been getting less boring since she began a regiment of Instathick to improve her curvy figure, and after the first week of gradual intake, she's noticing some promising results, both in her body shape as well as positive attention from her coworkers. Her roommate, Meghan, though did not approve of her new lifestyle choice. She's part of the sector of society fed up with the relatively new trend of women enhancing their figures, preferring nature of the wonders of human scientific progress. Suzy didn't care much though, prudes will be prudes after all.

 While slipping off her shoes by the front door, she hears something, or rather someone. 

 "Is that... moaning? Meghan you sick fuck you knew I would be home at this time, do your... business some other time." Suzy grumbled to herself as disrobed her jacket and scarf. "Is that coming from the kitchen!? Meghan I swear to God..." Suzy marched towards and kitchen and gasped in shock and what lay before her.

 "Gah! Suzy! It's not what it looks like, I swear!" Suzy's roommate Meghan shrieked in shock and embarrassment as she stood on all fours on the kitchen floor, her gigantic booty sticky high in the air and her massive gargantuan bosom squished between her torso and the floor below. Her body jiggled and twitched as the flesh expanded outward slowly but surely. 

 "Meghan, you bitch!" Suzy screamed in anger." Did you eat my entire supply of Instathick!? You of all people!?" 

 "I didn't mean to, I swear!" Meghan pleaded, "I had no idea that stuff in the cabinet was yours, let alone that vile substance you girls use to distort your natural bodies!"

 "Oh please, don't lecture me now about body politics. And if it's so vile, then why did you consume ALL OF IT!? Ironic huh, that you of all people would end up like this. Must feel nice eh? I mean those moans I heard weren't exactly moans of pain, now were they?"

 "Shut up!" Meghan cried. "I'm disgusted at what's happened to me! I...I didn't mean it! It was just so tasty though... I couldn't stop myself."

 "Admit it girl, it feels good doesn't it? Like really good." Suzy, having calmed a bit from the initial shocked now teased her hapless and helpless roommate.

 "It...I...gah! Oh, it feels so good! I had no idea!" Meghan cried out in an almost orgasmic way. "But you have to make it stop, Suzy! I don't want to end up like one of them! Like a freak!"

 "Them? Freak?" Suzy raised an eyebrow, now reveling in the irony of her prudish roommate transformed into one of 'them', the new generation of hyper-thicc ladies. "Why, Meghan, you are 'them' now dear. You're probably more curvy then I've ever seen anyone become before. You're basically the Queen of 'Them' now."

 "No..." Meghan softly wimpered, Suzy unable to tell whether the tone of her voice was that of sadness or erotic pleasure, perhaps both. "How much longer is this going to go on? It's already been a few hours and my body won't stop growing!"

 "Well," Suzy put her finger on her chin in an exaggerated pondering posture, "Instathick is most potent for virgin users like yourself, people who have never consumed a drop of the stuff... like for me the doctor had me on small doses once a day and after a week my body has grown slightly, few inches here and there... aaaaand you've taken in my entire supply, like 2 months worth in a single sitting. Soooo I would guess you got the better part of the night to look forward to for some more quality growth. And you owe by the way, that shit's not cheap. How about you just pay my share of rent, okay?"

 "You mean I'm going to keep growing all night long!? NO!" Meghan screamed, her body almost in response surged outward with a noticeable growth spurt.

 "Oh wow." Suzy said unconsciously. "Yeah your body's using a lot of energy to keep this up, the calories in the Instathick can only provide so much energy so you're going to have to eat a lot in the next few hours. I'll make us some dinner! Well, maybe like 3 or 4 dinners for you. Just sit tight, girl, I gotchu." Suzy cheerfully began to rummage through the kitchen for some dinner items to throw together. Meghan huffed in frustration as she lay practically immobile on the kitchen floor. She felt her dress continue to rise as her flesh expanded, finally exposing her enlarged sensitive nipples to the cold floor. 

 "Ah! Cold!" Meghan squealed at the sudden cold sensation. Suzy giggled as she glanced over her shoulder.

The Trend Setter

Thick Quagmire

Thick Routines

 "Haven't you had enough of that, honey" you asked, already anticipating the answer, "I mean every morning before you go on your jog, you've been putting Instathick in your protein shakes. I think you've reached the intended result, wouldn't you say?"

 "I wouldn't expect you to understand," Trisha replied light-heartedly as she took another slip of her protein shake. "I've been making these gains for months now, I can't just stop now without seeing how much farther I can go! I mean this is my routine, and you can't just ask me to cut off one of my routines!"

 You roll your eyes, expecting a response along those lines. Once Trisha sets her mind to a task, few things can get her to stop. Indeed for months she's been drinking small doses of Instathick before her morning jogs around the neighborhood and it's really starting to show. Her butt now projects many times further behind her back than it did before, and her hips flair out much wider than her shoulders. As an added benefit, she's gained a bit of mass in her bosom as well, can't go wrong with that. 

A Growing Sense of Humor