A new room opened up before Christina, and she looked up to see other women sitting here - all similarly 'enhanced' like herself. Two blondes sat side by side, matching chests bulging beneath thin pink sweaters that did little to mask the pink nipples beneath. Both wore masks, and they seemed to grin up at Christina, smiling and waiving at her like little girls. Christina waived back. A red-head sat nearby, her body even larger than the blondes, starting to grow into the range of abnormality. She breathed slowly through her mask, her ankles apart, knees together, as if the seat were too big for her body to fit in naturally.
As she walked in, one of the doors in the far wall opened, and another man in a blue coat stepped out. 'Hannah,' he said. 'Please come in.' With a giggle and a massive bounce, the woman jumped to her feet and tottled in through the door, her body making her movements more awkward than they ought to be.
'Take a seat.' The male accompanying Christina said, indicating a chair. 'Your appointment is next.' Obeying without argument, Christina wobbled over to the chair and plonked her enlarged backside down, feeling the way it squashed beneath her. She giggled, and for a while that was all she could do.
Eventually, Christina noticed a TV screen on the wall above her, and she looked at it, seeing but not quite understanding what was happening on the display. On it, a scientist of some kind seemed to be explaining something, holding up a mask, and after a long, laborious moment, Christina realised it was a mask just like her own. She giggled at the recognition, taking in little else from the video.
'And this,' the man said, holding up a normal-looking mask, 'is the key. Six layers of specially-designed fabric perform the actions of a regular mask, while also being infused with the aerosolised chemical concoction. Simple room air will not trigger the formula; instead, being applied directly to the face, where inhalation ensures complete ingestion and heats the formula to its reactive temperature, triggers immediate activation, causing rapid and effective alterations as the aerosolised formula is carried, bonded to the oxygen and nitrogen in the air, throughout the host's body. Seen here,' he said, pulling a mounted whiteboard into view, 'is the flow of action here, requiring only application of the device for a short period to deliver the necessary quantity of the formula.' He outlined sections as he spoke, then walked to the side, the camera following him. Two women came into view.
'Here, you see two subjects, one before inhalation, the other after.' He indicated the two females. Apart from their natural differences, it was clear that one had 'grown' significantly compared to the other. Her breasts stretched her shirt, and her hips seemed twice as wide as her waist. She bounced a little on her feet, like an energetic schoolgirl, grinning. The other woman did not move.
'This subject, as you can see, put the mask on ten minutes prior.' he said. 'Her transformative effects have mostly completed their work, thanks to the exponential effect of the drug, though she will continue to change throughout the next 48-72 hours as the formula works through her body, resulting in further enlargement and increased hyper-sensitivity throughout her key zones, as well as reduced mental aptitude and dulled intellect for the same duration, give or take approximately twenty-four hours. That, and of course, the hyper-heightened libido, and its related physical properties.' He stepped past the girl. 'This subject, as you can see, has not yet had any dosage of the drug...'
'Christina?' A voice said. Christina jumped in her seat, searching for the voice. She grinned as she saw a man standing in a nearby doorway. 'Come with me.'
Following the man into the room, Christina found herself in a classroom-sized space. It was white and tiled, through the tiles were a light aqua-blue. She giggled, recognising the same colour from the outside space.
She did like blue.
'There's a wash space in there,' the man said, pointing to the lefthand wall as he walked in behind her, removing his lab coat. 'Take off your mask and your clothes.' Christina walked into the add-on room, seeing a wash trough and mirror before her. She stepped up to it, and looked into the mirror. The woman that looked back at her was a different girl. She had a mask on, and above it she seemed mostly the same - black hair, black eyes, white skin, black, squared glasses. She grinned at herself and giggled when the woman in the mirror grinned back.
Below the mask, however, everything had changed. Christina's breasts had quadrupled in size, now ballooning out to the size of a woman far larger than herself. They weren't unnatural, but they were close, big enough to have completely engulfed her comparatively tiny bra beneath their mass. They were still fairly perky, and she could see two stiff nipples pushing against her shirt - she touched one lightly and felt the thrill course through her whole body as even that light touch stimulated her intensely. Giggling, she looked down, taking in her curving hips and generous thighs. She had turned into a - well, she didn't know. The word 'bimbo' rose murkily to her mind, and she felt it fitted. She was, she decided, a bimbo - a big, dumb, horny little girl.
Horny.
Huh. The word had come from nowhere, yet now that she thought about it, she realised she still felt as sweaty and tingly as she had in the lift. Noting that this must have been why the man had told her to strip off, and agreeing wholeheartedly with the idea, she quickly began to undress, but the activity turned out to be harder than she had expected. Trying to lift her shirt from her body, she found that her tits had expanded so much that her shirt threatened to explode before it passed them - and every scrape of the cloth on her nipples made her shudder from head to toe. Eventually, she managed to work it over her huge tits, and finally felt them burst out as the shirt strained over her head. She sighed in pleasure as they fell free, glad that they were out in the open now. The bra was easier, but it too had gone taut around her chest, and the clips had half-bent open from the pressure. It broke as she tried to take it off, but couldn't find it in herself to care much about it, having already decided that bare-chested was far more enjoyable that a stuffy bra anyway.
The pants were a similar story, and it took a lot of shimmying and bouncing to force them over her ass. Eventually, they slipped free, and she stepped from the legs. Her panties followed suit, and at long last, Christina stood naked, staring at her expanded self in awe. The sensation of the tight fabric pulling away from her vagina made her moan softly, and the smell of thick arousal quickly rose up to her nose, making her giggle and blush.
'I'm, like, big,' she said. 'Sooo bigger. I'm a huge dumb bimbo now!' She giggled at herself in the mirror, enjoying the way her titties bounced. 'He, he! Dumb horny bimbo!' she chanted.
Finally, the mask was all that was left. By now, it had almost become part of her - breathing through it and talking behind it no longer feeling unnatural. She reached up, watching herself in the mirror as her hands lifted the strands from her ears, pulling the fabric away until her face was revealed beneath. Amazed, Christina saw her lips, which had ballooned into big, plump pillows as if she had taken a bite out of a bee's nest. She tested them and saw the way they moved on her face.
'My mouf, hughe,' she said, touching the side of her mouth gently. The touch made her whole body tingle, especially her erogenous spots. Not only had they blown up; they were as tender as her nipples, and no doubt other places had grown just as sensitive--if not more so--too.
'Christina.' A voice said. Turning, she saw someone gesturing to her in the area outside. She waddled out of the wash area to find a bed of some kind positioned in the middle of the room, lights shining down at it. She couldn't know if it had been there before or not. She looked at it - then at the man. For the first time, she noticed that he wore
only
the lab coat - two buttons were done up at the bottom, hiding his manhood, but he was otherwise naked. All of a sudden, the heated dampness between Christina's legs that had been developing since she had stepped from the lift became unbelievably apparent, and she ground her thighs together as she looked at him. She bashed her eyelids at him.
'Lie down.' He told her. She obeyed quickly, planting her fat ass on the bed and thrusting her legs up onto the sheets, parting her newly thickened thighs to reveal a puffy, glistening slit below. The man, however, did not approach her, and instead simply walked into a nearby room, closing the door behind him. Confused, Christina lay there, one hand perched just above her pussy, trying stupidly to work out what was supposed to happen next. She was
really
fucking horny.
Then, all of a sudden, a door in the far wall opened, and another man entered the room - only, this one wore nothing at all. He stumbled inside, everything bared for all to see, his erect cock swinging as he approached Christina. With a jolt, Christina realised that this was her boyfriend, Steven. As he walked up to her, she could see that parts of him had grown, too - his lips were enlarged, his chest thicker, and his ass bulging more. Above all else, though, was his cock. Where before he had been a good average, now he was as long as his forearm and about as thick. It swayed and wobbled, and he held it dumbly in one hand, his fingers looking so much smaller than they should around it. His eyes landed on Christina, and he seemed to recognise her. Then, his gaze slid down her body, over her engorged breasts, and lower until it alighted on her puffy, soaked cunt. He seemed to look ravenous in that moment, as though he were a predator seeing his prey. It was like looking at a pair of primitive animals, albeit modernised, humanoid ones.
