Dream Developments - Part Five

 We all watch as the roiling liquid goo comes to rest, the race over here by the forklift driver having churned it up something shocking. As it slowly settles the body within begins to show through clear as day, revealing the sight of a lightly tanned top-heavy brunette, the slender girl giving off 'girl-next-door' and 'popular' vibe.

Long strands of dark brown hair float around the slumbering young woman, the thick and heavy-looking mane of once back-length strands spreading out around the tank like tendrils from what remains beneath her open skull. Her naked body is covered in a light tan, the warm tone of her skin appearing to be her natural complexion as opposed to being the result of time out in the sun.

Her face is slight and delicate, framed with a narrow jawline and weak chin. Her cheeks, despite the sickly look in the tank, appear as though they would be soft and rosy otherwise. Her somewhat eyes are shut, her eyelids shifting weakly on occasion as something moves underneath. A variety of thick plastic tubes run into her mouth, her throat bulging at the intrusive pipes while layers of tape seal her plush pink lips around them.

Her body is lean and slender, standing at around 5'5" or 5'6" tall. Her stomach is lovely and flat, her waist cinching inwards and inflating the look of her otherwise unremarkable hips. The outline of a thought and pert behind can be faintly made out behind her, the shape of which only being visible through reflections in the glass. Her arms and legs, while slight and rather weak, have some sign of muscle beneath the soft and supple plush coating them. Her thighs are a keen example of this, the thick and juicy limbs look downright squishy while her slightly twitching form shows the firmer substance beneath.

With the tank coming to a stop she lists forwards in the thick liquid, eventually coming into contact with the glass as it sounds with a dull thunk. At first Dr. Matthews simply chuckles, watching as the young woman's prodigious chest squishes against the glass. His mod sours however as her boney feminine hip and her head soon follow suit, s scowl spreading across his face.

"Mr. Jones!" he shouts, the driver flinching in his seat. "Can you try not to damage the residents before they receive their new bodies? I swear, we'll be lucky if Ms. Woodward doesn't develop bruising at this point."

As the driver climbs from the forklift, lowering the tank down as he exits the vehicle, I simply stare in awe and shock at the young woman's chest flattening against the glass. They had already seemed large as they defied gravity the thick ooze of the tank, the perky thigh mounds being more than a handful for the young woman's petite digits. They are just shy of being as big as her head, the massive mounds easily encroaching over the sides of her chest.. Her nipples stand almost painfully erect, the small tight nubs resting in the center of a more deeply tan set of oval areolas.

I gasp and grunt sharply as she makes impact though, my eyes locked to the sight of what I had thought were firm and perky breasts squishing up against the glass and pooling out like soft and supple jelly. Her body twitches as her nipples are forced flat against the glass, the shocks of pleasure still going somewhere in her brainless form.

My mouth being agape and my wide-eyed staring does not go unnoticed, the nurse huffing and rolling her eyes next to me as Dr. Matthews walks up to lightly tap the tank.

"Well, what do you think of the new you?" the older gentleman asks, shifting between looking for my pained reaction while also inspecting for any sign of damage after the sudden stop. "That's right, not speaking are we Ms. Woodward" the man chuckles, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Doctor, can we return to the..." The nurse begins to ask, obviously frustrated but the pause in their work to taunt me and oggle the young woman in the tank.

"You're a lucky man son" the doctor continues, downright ignoring his nurse. "You're getting one of the better bodies out here. Young, good family, and you'll be able to play with those whenever you..."

"Men..." Groans the nurse, her voice loud enough to distract the doctor as her words drip with venom. "You really think it's going to be all sunshine and rainbows? Enjoy taking forever to look 'presentable', being talked over constantly, your little monthly visitor, oh don't get me started on how men will treat you because of 'those'. I mean once you have a boyfriend you can expect him to be pressuring you for..."

"Yes, yes we understand Julia dear" Dr Matthews grunts dismissively, "and next you'll be warning the future Ms. Woodward about the terrible woes of lower back pain and unsatisfying sexual partners."

"Well on that topic..." Julia begins to huff, glaring daggers at Dr. Matthews as he walks around behind me once more.

"Julia dear can I have se quiet so I can..." Dr. Matthews mutters, his focus less on the words of his disgruntled nurse and more in the task at hand.

I don't have a chance to hear the end of the sentence however, a sudden pressure forming at the base of my skull before it suddenly dissipates and give way to complete darkness and nothingness.

I'm left floating in the void, no feeling or sensation as my thoughts are my only companion. My panicked internal screaming slowly does down however as I feel myself grow unfocused and drowsy, my severed mind being forced asleep by some outside influence.

I'm snapped from my rest by the sound of rolling thunder, the heavy crackling pounding at my ears. A white flash fills my closes eyes with a stunning red light, the brightness shining through my closed eyelids.

I gasp loudly, shooting up with a sharp inhale as I feel my lungs respond to me for the first time since that mad doctor had meddled with my mind. For a moment I hope it was all a dream, that I had simply lived through an awful nightmare after my long drive out to Graceport

However, this wishful thinking soon drains away as I'm met with a tidal wave of brunette hair and a heavy sloshing weight on my chest.

My eyes shoot open, the heavy sleep clinging to them leaving the room I had found myself in relatively blurred and unclear. To my left sits a long series of window panes, the large sheets of thick energy-efficient glass making up the whole wall. It continues all the way to the corner before wrapping a little was opposite me before reaching a fresh and perfectly clean white wall.

A rather nice vanity sits against the white wall where it connects to the glass, beside it rests a shiny varnished dresser. Both appear freshly assembled and packed, various beauty products and items of clothing resting atop of crisp white modern pieces of furniture.

Rain pounds at the window, the heavy thuds barely managing to reach me through the thick glass. The sky is dark, not from any lack of sun but from the roiling mass of angry clouds blotting out the sunlight. Lighting crashes and flashes outside, my heart skipping a beat as I realize how high up I was.

My breath begins to grow ragged, my new heart hammering lightly on my chest. Whimpering I begin to glance down, my vision soon being met with the sight of my shelf of a chest wrapped tightly in a set of white pajamas with the printed on panda face being stretched and distorted of the heavy shifting flesh. A think gray blanket covers my lower body, the small double bed beneath me feeling worryingly large to my new frame.

My hands dart to my chest, the sight of my new tanned delicate digits causing me to recoil and squeal. The voice that slips out from between my pillowy lips is not my own, my deep voice being replaced by a sickeningly sweet chirping that leaves me whimpering softly. The whimpering only gets worse as my fingers seep deep into the voluminous flesh, the right and perk rack blocking my view quickly giving way to my touch.

A sudden flash of lightning followed by an immediate crash of thunder causes me to squeak in shock, jumping in my bed as I feel my chest heave heavily despite the weak grip I had binding it.

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I whip my head about, the thick and heavy mane of messy hair hanging from my scalp flying about with the movement. With the sudden movement my head aches and throbs, a thin sliver wrapping around my skull at temple height reminding me of the horrific procedure I had undergone. My squinting eyes go wide as I find myself staring into a large dressing mirror, my gaze locked to the terrified young woman staring back at me as the storm rages behind her.

My lips quiver as I find myself looking into my new soft moss green eyes. They're not all too wide despite the shock on my face, appearing somewhat small or narrowed. The more I look at the young woman the more I try to put pieces together, her delicate attractive features and her warm complexion making me wonder if she had some French or Mediterranean blood.

"I...I..." I barely managed to squeak, my throat feeling rather hoarse after having all the tubes crammed down it. "This...they can't..." I whimper, my sweet and gentle voice shaking with each lain syllable.

Resting behind the mirror sits a small built-in wardrobe, the sliding door sitting closed with a few boxes resting next to both it and the mirror. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a large corner desk, a small laptop coated in stickers sitting atop it alongside a pile of what appears to be wrapped up textbooks.

I throw the blankets from me, revealing my plush and delightful full thighs and slender calves wrapped in a set of warm black pajama pants. Reaching down I wince as my upper arms brush against my overwhelming sideboob, the thick mounds of pliant fat squishing against my slender limbs. My hands dart between my legs, my already watering eyes letting the tears begin to roll as I feel nothing between my legs beyond a slightly raised flat mound hidden between squishy thighs.

Sniveling and sniffing in an attempt to pull back the tears I leap from the bed, my whole body shaking as it stands for the first time in God knows how long. My knees practically knock together as I try to balance, my shrunken stature along with my new weight distribution causing me to sway and struggle as more tears begin to pour from my eyes.

"Why...why can't I sto...stop..." I blubber, finding it all but impossible to even temper my emotions let alone end the weeping entirely. Everything just feels heightened, beyond the obvious extreme of the situation.

Shuffling meekly I move towards the door to the room, yelping and whimpering as I feel my slender yet distinctly feminine hips rock and pop with my footfalls as my chest jiggles and bounces as though it demands my attention. I turn to the right, shuffling between my bed and desk as I reach the shut and of course stark white door.

My stomach socks, my heart pounding so hard that I can feel it in my surgical manipulated skull. I slowly take the long silver handle my hand before pulling it down and shifting the door open.

Outside opens up quite a bit, the gray carpet beneath my cute feet continuing outwards through the doorway. The glass wall continues to my right revealing a large cement balcony littered with plants and with a few small seats made of lightly varnished timber.

Across from me is another white wall and door, the mirrored layout making me ponder if it was another bedroom like the one I had woken in.

Hearing a noise to my left I soon around with a blubbering squeal, my gaze landing on a woman in her late thirties or early forties. She is around the same height as me, perhaps an inch or so taller, with short ear-length dark brown hair hanging around her head in a mussed up and messy do. Her skin is a little warmer than my own, showing her Italian heritage quite a lot more than I was.

Still struggling to not howl and blubber like an overly emotional teenager I apparently make too much noise, my tear-filled eyes watching as the older woman...