A YEAR, oh boy I'd have a lot of fun.
And I won't be taking the short route with implants or fillers or anything like that.
No, an intensive routine, starting in the morning. Exercises meant to increase your blood flow and stamina. A hearty breakfast to keep you fueled for the rest of the day. As well as all your favorite foods, drinks, and snacks, keep you nice and plump. What happens after breakfast varies from day to day. All packed with different meds to make sure you swell in all the right places, and keep you full and milky.
Mondays and Wednesday, we'll have you hooked up to specialized pumps, just for your nipples and clit.
Tuesdays and Thursday you'll be hooked up to pumps for your tits, cups big enough to hold the entire thing.
Saturdays are your "free" day, you're free to do anything you want, but all day long you'll have a thick dildo in your cunt.
Sundays are, of course, for the lord. You will spend all day pleasuring myself and whomever I choose. Perhaps this is just me, maybe a group of friends, maybe I take you to dive bars and strip clubs and let strangers grope and grab you, maybe I take you to the most popular gloryholes so you can service whatever gets stuck through the gap.
I'm sure for the first few months your growth will be slow, but we'll document every cm, every milligram, every ounce. But as time goes on, you're grow faster and faster. Everyone will know you, not by name or by face, but by how your tits enter the room before your body does. By how wide your hips have gotten, permanently stretched by the increasingly thick toys. By how wonderful your mouth and throat feels.
And after a year, well, you'll be so stretched, pumped, and fucked you won't even remember what your life was like before. Maybe you'll want to stay, keep being the good "little" cow everyone knows and love, maybe you'll try to have a normal life.
You'll have to move though, everyone in a 50km radius will know you. And even then, rumors will follow. Your coworkers will whisper and talk, eventually growing bold enough to ask about it. I'm sure some won't even bother asking, just pulling you into the nearest closet or bathroom and having their way.
A whole year to be reshaped into essentially a living sex doll, absurd curves, just continuing to make myself into more and more of a walking advertisement for perversion.
I wonder how long it'd take before I'd give up even trying to do "normal" things on Saturdays and just use it as another day to keep sexualising myself? Extra pumping sessions, going to gloryholes and adult stores on my own, begging for an even thicket dildo to keep in me all day...
A year is a long time for a habit to form. Even after I didn't have to follow the regime after the year ended... well. It's what I know now. It's normal. And my body knows the schedule as well as my mind-- My body knows the days I wake up with my nipples and clit throbbing, and the ones where my tits are already aching for attention.
Staying at my job as long as I can get away with it, because at least there I'm already in the door-- if I had to apply for another job, what would they even think seeing my porno-wet-dream-hentai body trying to squeeze into anything even approaching interview appropriate, making it look like an adult store costume by virtue of how I look...
Maybe I'd auction myself off for another year of changes directed by the highest bidder
