"One...Ms Scarlett Skye" Dr Franks announces over the crackling aged speaker. "Thankfully you are just undergoing some...physical changes, we can use this older model to set your body straight rather than picking apart and transferring your mind like the newer machines do" she continues with a bit of a chuckle, apparently tickled at the thought of using the outdated booth I was stuck in.
My knees begin to shake as the numbness spreads up my body, my senses becoming more dulled by the second and my head growing foggy. A low whirring begins to hum from behind the smooth walls of my mechanical tomb, a small message appears on the screen along with Scarlett's information.
I try to take a step towards the screen, staggering as I feel like both my feet had gone to sleep. I manage to lean up against the wall, staring down at the screen from an odd angle as I try to make out the letters.
On the screen is the head shot of a young woman, her expression being beyond nervous as she looks away from the camera. Her face is fairly small and cute, with soft features and perfectly kissable lips. Her complexion is perfectly smooth, though that may have been due to makeup, with a pale skin tone that could almost be called alabaster. Her eyes are fairly narrowed, a combination of winged eye shadow and a large pair of glasses making them pop. Framing her face is a mane of multicolored hair, half dark brown and half radioactive green.
Looking next to the picture I see some basic information, along with the message that had popped up on the screen
Stage One: Scanning Bio-Mass
Name: Scarlett Skye
Age: 22
Height: 4'10"
Weight: *Do Not Print*
Occupation: Cinematographer
Address: *Do Not Print*
Sexuality: *Do Not Print*I go to speak, opening my mouth to call out to Dr Franks, but my voice catches in my throat as my numbed jaw fails to respond beyond simply hanging open.
The whirring noise begins to die down as I struggle to even stand, Dr Franks' voice quickly coming back over the speakers.
"All done for stage one" she chirps, her matronly voice taking on a sing song tone as she rhymes her words. "Looks like we have just enough to work with, though you may be pretty hungry for the next few days" she explains, my hazy head struggling to understand what she was talking about.
Another bout of noises begin to emanate from the walls of the room, loud cacophony of buzzing coming out from every corner of the room. Slowly but surely I feel my body warming up, my tongue hanging from my mouth as I pant heavily to try to cool down. If I wasn't so dehydrated I can only assume I would be sweating buckets, but instead I was forced to simple deal with the growing heat permeating through my body and its dulled senses.
I try to strip from my clothes, my numbed fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt and the zipper on my jeans. The heat builds and builds inside of me, as though I was being baked from the inside out, causing me to begin to tug and pull at my clothes in a frenzy. Suddenly I hear a tearing, my shirt coming apart as buttons begin to fly off quickly followed by my jeans as the zipper breaks.
I pull the ragged clothes from my body, finding only momentary relief in the open air of the room. Looking down at the screen I squint in an attempt to make out the words of the current step, struggling past my discomfort to read.
Stage Two: Re-purposing Bio-MassSwallowing hard on what little saliva I had in my mouth I look down at myself. My eyes go wide in horror as I watch what little muscle I had softening, my stomach and thighs slowly building with bulges of stored up fat. My arms and legs feel weaker and weaker by the second, my limbs slimming down in both muscle and bone density.
I suddenly collapse backwards, missing the chair and leaning against the wall before sliding down to rest on the floor. I feel positively drained, my body aching through the anesthetic as I simply try keep my breath steady as my tongue lolls out the side of my agape mouth.
The loud buzzing slowly quietens down, the sound of my loud ragged breaths filling the room as I stare down at my slimmed down frame and bulging fatty stomach and thighs. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, the screen changing yet again. However as I tilt, my head to look at it I find my vision blurring before I can read the sentence to completion.
"Alright Mr Hu...I mean Ms Skye, try to keep still for this next part. It can be fairly...rough, and we don't want you hurting yourself during the process" says Dr Franks, her voice filled with concern at both the sight of my distorted body and at the thought of what could happen during the next few minutes.
I groan softly, trying to call out to Dr Franks to stop but finding myself far to weak to even make much of a noise.
Suddenly my ears a filled with the sound of a loud crack and crunch, my right eye flinching at how close it sounded. Looking down at myself I watch in horror as I see the cause as another loud crackle fills the small room. My left leg begins to quiver, almost as though it was cramping, before snapping and bending violently. Inch by inch my leg begins to lose length with a loud crackle, what was once a skinny twig with barely any bone and fat for its length slowly begins to relatively fill out.
As the snapping noise reaches my hip I yelp weakly, feeling the left side of my hip pop and press outwards from the inside as it stretches my skin. At the edge of my vision I watch as stretch marks begin to grow just bellow my waist, the marks growing larger with each successive crack of my heavily widening hip.
Moments later a new ache begins to form in my abdomen, the movement of my hip causing a void to form inside of me that deep down and to my horror I knew would be filled sooner or later. As the aching spreads I feel my right side beginning to break and reform over and over as the right side of my hip tries to catch up to the widening of my left side.
Suddenly my right leg begins to contract, the bone snapping and contracting back up towards the hip as my legs begin to even out. I can only stare in disbelief as I watch my once long legs grow into what looked like two disproportionate stumps, my huge feet still sitting at one end of my legs and the bulging fat accumulated in my thighs sitting at the other.
My breath is heavy as I stare in wide eyed astonishment at the drastic changes that have just occurred, the terrible ache wracking my body through the numbness telling me exactly why they had applied an anesthetic.
Before I can even try anything more to stop the process, or at least move from my seated position, the air is positively knocked from my lungs as my waist begins to contract inwards. I cough and splutter with each of the rhythmic pulses in my torso as I feel my ribs begin to shift and organs sliding into place inside my rapidly changing body. The flab built up on my belly looks positively comical at this point, the amount remaining unchanged even as my body quickly begins to shrink.
The shifting and crackling of my bones continues up my chest, my shoulders popping as my neckline and collar bone slim down to match the overall petite shape that the rest of me was taking.
Suddenly I feel the popping reach my arms, the only thing propping me up snapping and contorting as the bones begin to retract. My whole body begins to slump to the side as my already weakened arm begins to grow more and more unstable before suddenly I collapse to my side, the sound of my creaking bones now resonating up through the floor and ringing in my very skull.
From my new position I watch as my arms slowly but surely retract, the fine bones in my hands following along as my fingers grow small and petite.
My eyes begin to dart around as I hear the popping stop, my shivering and achy body twitching as I try to sit back up. Before I can even really try to sit up my jaw begins to shift, softening out my features and the loud popping begins to sweep up to my cheek bones.
I slowly slump closer to the ground as my head shrinks, my long tongue now touching the floor as what little saliva I had in my dehydrated state begins to pool on the smooth floor.
The screen changes yet again. However, as I try to focus on the words they begin to blur more and more intensely. In fact, as the the fuzziness in my vision gets worse the far walls of the room begin to grow blurry as well.
Unfortunately, even as the room grows blurry my body remains in perfect focus. My now petite frame looks both emaciated and bulging at the seams, the large stockpiles of fat still sitting right where they had been this whole process.
Almost as if they knew I was looking at them the fatty deposits begin to convulse, the large bulges shifting beneath my pale skin. I wince and whimper softly as I watch my stomach begin to shrink down, large deposits of fat sliding underneath my skin as they begin to soften my skeletally thin arms. As my body begins to develop a plush soft womanly exterior the lion share of my stomach begins to creep up my torso, separating into two massive lumps which quickly find their home on my chest. I groan in pain as I feel the weight tug from and hang off of my chest, my skin stretching as my areolas begin to appear far larger and slowly lightening in color along with the rest of my skin.
Struggling to see past the massive shelf of flesh and fat on my chest I look down at my legs, my thighs quivering as they too begin to redistribute their fat around my body. My legs begin soften, my leg hair dropping out onto the floor along with the hair on my chest, arms, back and face.
My feet begin to crackle and shrink, rapidly dropping in size until I'm left with a petite pair of feet dangling weakly from my newly feminized legs.
Hoping in vain this was all some dream I watch as my thighs continue to drain of their stored fat. However, they don't appear to be slimming down as much as my now perfectly flat stomach. Instead they slowly reshape a large part of the soft and squishy material, giving me a pair of plush thighs that I would have loved to have wrapped around my head before this change.
The remainder of the fat begins to pool upwards, filling out my soon to be massive backside. I roll over a little, my breasts pressing more into the floor as my ass begins to balloon outwards against the wall behind me and shoving me forwards.
I feel like I'm going to burst, my body now covered in stretch marks thanks to my newly made and deposited fat as well as my heavily altered bone structure.
A wave of heat crashes against me, my skin itching as though it was healing from the worst sunburn I had ever experienced. Some of the stretch marks begin to ease, my skin repairing itself to match Scarlett's mostly unblemished complexion.
I feel some of my strength return, not enough to stand or even sit back up but enough to groan in pain as I lay against the cold hard floor. My voice slowly begins to pitch up, my deep manly voice breaking again and again until the sounds of a moaning young woman fill the room.
As I lay on the floor and sudden itch overtakes my scalp. Long strands of dark brown hair cascading down over my eyes and occurring my already terrible vision even further.
Suddenly I'm hit with a terrible pressure in my groin, causing me to grip my cock between my soft plump thighs. I feel my cock slowly hardening as it is massaged by my own sensual body, however it doesn't feel like it is growing to its normal ten inch length.
"No..." I weakly groan, my new soft and sexually charged voice sounding meek and pathetic as I realize what was happening.
Even as I feel my cock go rigid I also feel it slipping deeper and deeper in between my thighs. Gasping in shock I feel my cock begin to convulse, a grunt escaping my plump kissable lips as I begin to cum all over my new supple thighs. My eyelids flutter in pleasure as I begin to empty the entire contents of my balls over myself, coating my thick thighs and clean shaven groin in thick sticky strands of semen.
In my roiling ecstasy I barely notice as the pressure grows more and more intense, my balls pulling inside of me to fill the void in my hips with my new reproductive organs and forming a cute set of lips where they once lay while my cock shrinks further and further to become my new clitoris.
I lay against the floor, panting and completely naked as the curvy young Scarlett Skye. The speakers crackle back to life as Dr Franks voice begins to talk again.
"All done sweetheart, looks like someone had fun" she teases, obviously referring to the last few moments of my transformation.
"I...I..." I mutter weakly, my voice unable to even keep up with my hazy lust and drug addled mind.
"Uh uh, just lay still darling. Try to get some of your strength back" the matronly voice coos. "We'll have an attendant come down to help you into something that fits before taking you home. It might be a few hours before you feel yourself again Ms Skye. And we do apologize, but these old machines can't do hair dye. You'll need to redo your hair once you get home" Dr Franks explains.
"But you'll have all the time in the world to do that, won't you Ms Skye"
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