The Body Shop: Part 2 by PlusOneZing Gina hurried into her apartment as fast as her massive shoulder-bags of groceries would allow. He had told her about the increased appetite, but she never expected it to be like this! Her hunger was nearly constant after only a few days, and she was beginning to notice the more subtle changes of so-called “phase 1”. Her roommate, though, seemed much more excited over Gina’s forming curves than Gina was. Gina hadn’t told her about the treatment session, but was tickled by the new attention. Her name was Jenna, and she was as extroverted as Gina was introverted. As much a physical counterpoint to Gina as she was social one, Jenna was endowed with the hefty curves of a well-formed figure about ten or twenty pounds overweight. Her body carried the extra packaging in a uniform manner, not leaving even a spare tire or tummy-pot, but instead fleshing out her limbs and body trunk just a little. Her arms were smooth but slightly thick, and her legs were a paradox of tight skin and gelatinous bounce. Her generous thighs joined in an ass that seemed to spread around instead of out; despite its slightly larger than average size she often wore skin-tight pants, and they all showed off two orbs so perfectly rounded a mathematician could have used them to demonstrate the graph of a circle. Jenna’s bosom was as gifted as her behind, flowing from her chest into a bra Jenna purposefully kept a cup size too small. The fleshy overflow over the top and sides was never wasted with her loose tank tops and skin-tight tube shirts. Gina would often lament her inability to pull off Jenna’s wardrobe, but Jenna was a consummate optimist and never allowed Gina to bring herself down too far. They were roommates first, soon becoming a most mysterious pair of best friends. Jenna rushed into the kitchen to take some of the multitude of grocery bags and help Gina put away the food. “So was he checking you out?” she provoked, not even spending breath on a standard greeting. Gina smiled shyly. “Yes, I think so.” “Yeah? The cute one, that stocks the soup aisle?” “Yes!” “You see? I knew he had a thing for you. You should jump on this now!” “Oh, hey, don’t put that away yet,” Gina indicated the carton of ice cream Jenna was about to put in the freezer. Jenna looked at it, then into the freezer. “It’s just as well, some of this stuff will have to go.” “Really?” Gina sounded almost hopeful. “I was going to do some cooking anyway…” Jenna chuckled. “Easy there, girl, I know you’re growing in a figure, but let’s not grow in more of a figure than you want!” Gina sighed softly, thinking of how much she wanted her figure to grow. Jenna didn’t catch the far-off glaze in her eyes, and continued: “Hey, I was waiting for you to get back. I was gonna take off tonight, hit some spots, that sort of thing. You feel up to it? Soup guy could be there,” she teased. Jenna knew the answer before Gina gave it. “No, that’s OK. I’ll just stay here. I’ve got some things I want to take care of anyway.” “Same old Gina,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, you can’t keep to yourself your entire life. All work and no play, you know,” “I’ll be fine. I’m just not ready… yet,” “Suit yourself. Don’t wait up!” she said, veritably bouncing out the door. Gina waited a little as she imagined Jenna walking down the hall and into the elevator. After feeling comfortably alone, Gina breathed a relieved sigh and grabbed the aforementioned cartons of ice cream. She had been ravenous all day at work; her half-hour lunch break consisted of two minutes of eating and 28 of trying to scrounge more food from around the break room. She had felt starving since the morning after she left the Body Shop, and in those three days her food intake had risen so fast Jenna had expressed a worried interest. Jenna rarely vocalized her concern. Gina made sure the other perishables were in the fridge, grabbed a spoon, and headed for the couch with the doomed gallon carton in tow. One of her favorite shows was coming on soon. She enjoyed it more than usual. The carton didn’t even last the whole hour; nor did the second one after she finished the first. By the end of the show, she had consumed both gallons of ice cream and a tube of cookie dough. After that she simply turned up the volume and stayed in the kitchen, rarely finding anything to keep her occupied for ten minutes at a time. She had purchased over $200 worth of food before coming home, and was beginning to hope it was enough. She moved from a bag of donuts to another tube of cookie dough to two pounds of lunchmeat to the three pounds of cheese she got with it, then lamented her inability to make a sandwich. To compensate she wolfed down an entire loaf of bread, an 8-pack of buns, and a plastic tin of croissants, cleaning out a tub of margarine in the process. Then snack crackers, a bag of cookies (baked ones this time), a couple bags of nachos, and Gina found that two hours and all the readily available snack food in the apartment was gone. Well, not quite: although she wasn’t quite yet ready to start chugging condiments. Instead, she opened the freezer to retrieve some of the chicken, pizza, and microwave meals she bought. Knowing the small stove wouldn’t hold more than one item at a time, she chose the largest one, a deep dish pizza, and set it up to bake. Then, after putting the other oven-cooked items back in the freezer, she started nuking up Hot Pockets. When she went through the three boxes she had, she started on the instant meals. After the instant meals, she finally remembered herself and looked around the room; grocery carnage adorned the countertops and some of the floor, and the trash can was already filled with empty boxes and packaging. Suddenly Gina felt extremely heavy and tired as she came down from her feeding-frenzy high, and looking down at her body she saw her stomach now protruding from her body a good six inches. Her jeans had snapped their button, and she had no idea when it happened. She floated over to the couch, then fell onto it heavily. Her densely packed stomach hurt from any pressure, so she shifted onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Her attention was drawn totally inward as she felt her body changing. She didn’t realize it at first, and couldn’t see or feel it with her hands, but she could somehow feel it on a deeper level, and it was wonderful. As she lay, she realized there only one thing between her and utter contentment: she was incredibly thirsty. Hauling herself off the couch, she went back to the kitchen and threw open the fridge. Retrieving the nearest beverage happened to snag her a 2-liter of root beer, which she opened and chugged. About halfway through, she withdrew and let out a burp of near-injury necessity. Then she chugged the rest. Her next grab was a half-gallon of juice. She didn’t even know what odd mixture of fruit the juice championed, but downed the whole thing anyway. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she looked down and saw her stomach had stretched another couple inches, and now felt on the brink of bursting. Her breasts felt tight as well, but not as though they were confined- more as if they were about to burst themselves. Lifting up her shirt to examine them, she was shocked to see wet spots on her bra- it took her a few seconds to realize she was lactating. Attempting to feel her breasts was no use- untouched, they felt painfully overfull; and on contact, they throbbed with a dull ache. They were both noticeably bigger than before, and strained upwards under their own pressure. Her nipples had already leaked nominally, probably because they felt like there was absolutely no room left for them to expand. They did fill out the bra so much they had pushed it away from her body, but were stuffed so full they barely spilled out around the insufficient walls of the brassier. Staring down at her body, Gina was surprised she noticed her belly’s growth before her bosom. She was quite pleased with the progress, even if she was slightly worried about this new development. She chose to do nothing immediately. Maybe she’d have a reason to return to the Body Shop and ask about it. Instead, she closed the fridge, cleaned the containers from around the kitchen and filled a new trash bag with them. The minute she was done, the oven timer went off for the pizza. She removed the pizza and set it down on top of the oven, unable to eat any more. Exhausted, she returned to the couch, lay down, and quickly fell asleep, a Mona Lisa grin on her face. Jenna returned around 2 in the morning. “Gina? Honey? You still awake?” Jenna giggled as she theatrically tip-toed in a bit. She did an amazingly good job of staying quiet until she hiccupped loudly, giggling some more afterwards. “Geeeeeeeeeeee-naaaaaaaaaaaa…” she called in a sing-song voice. Gina stirred on the couch, and moaned a half-conscious greeting. Jenna homed in on the sound and teetered over. “Gina, honey, you MUST come to the club tomorrow night. You’ll never guess who’s gonna be there-“ she cut herself off as she rounded the couch and saw Gina’s new look. Unable to think of anything to say, and half believing the image to be her vision starting to go after the night’s merrymaking, “Er…. Um… Are you feeling OK, honey?” “Mm-hmm,” “Get a little hungry while I was out?” Gina opened one eye, the situation still not registering. “Oh, that reminds me,” she started, rousing herself and lifting her head off the couch. “I couldn’t eat that pizza, so you can have it if you want.” Jenna just stared at her roommate. A couple seconds later, Gina’s metaphorical light bulb lit up in mid head scratch. Looking down at herself, Gina saw her belly had filled out a good two inches further than it had been when she had collapsed into sleep, and her breasts now filled her brand new bra to capacity and beyond. Her shirt and bra felt tight across her chest and her stomach now mocked her shirt’s ability to stretch over it. She couldn’t see past her torso to see what (if any) changes had occurred below the belt, but a certain chill feeling in her privates suggested her jeans had not suffered her expansion intact. On top of everything else, she felt hungry again. Gina looked up at Jenna sheepishly. “Um, I can explain this…” Jenna sat down on the couch next to Gina, and pulled up a chair when she couldn’t find enough couch above Gina’s waist. “Please do, girl, ‘cause I’m not in the right state of mind to deal with the world going crazy.” “Well…” Gina started, fidgeting with her fingers. “You ever hear of this place called the Body Shop?” “All right, Mr. Allen, you’re done.” Ryan rubbed his hands as if they were dirty, and mentally did the same. It takes all kinds, he thought. “Really? We’re done?” asked the incredibly thin Mr. Allen, in a whiney, nasal voice. “I’m going to be all better?” “Yes, really. You’ll be fine.” Mr. Allen said he wanted to be tall, muscular, lean, with a full head of hair, perfect vision, and a strong deep voice. What Ryan had sensed was that Mr. Allen really didn’t want any of that; he simply wanted to complain. He was one of those people that was never happy unless they had something to complain about; if things started going well and stayed that way for more than a day, they sought out something to be miserable about. Unfortunately for Mr. Allen, Ryan wasn’t feeling up to snuff today, and gave him exactly what he said he wanted. He wondered how it would effect the man’s stand-up career, to suddenly have most of his favorite problems solved. It had been four days since Ryan first met Audrey, and he still felt light-headed occasionally. This was a vast improvement from the state Audrey had left him in- after the crash from the sex-induced hormonal high, Ryan could barely summon the strength to stand. He didn’t have the energy to mind-wrestle this guy around his problems; one, because it was the third psychosomatic mind case this week, and two because it was the basis of his livelihood. Oh well, Ryan thought, there are worse ways to make a living. Ryan walked the man to the desk, explained his bill, then sat back with Kant’s “Critique of Pure Reason” to wait out the remainder of the day. His posted hours for weekdays were 9a-6p, and it was quarter to six. Ryan’s relaxation was interrupted by the odd sensation he was being watched. In his experience, it was rarely a passing oddity. Soon after he averted his attention to the surrounding area, it was gone; that itself was enough to arouse his suspicion. However, he found no prying eyes or vigilant minds- the only one of note was an unnaturally energetic, extremely happy, and above all horny woman walking down the street, with him at the top of her mind. Bloody hell, Ryan thought in a stunned panic. Could I even survive her a second time? Audrey was at the door before Ryan could think up an escape. He had done as she asked after their last time together, but her breasts hadn’t yet returned to their normal size. Far from it, she hardly fit through a single door without brushing both sides with her bulging chest, let alone fit into a crowd. Ryan wondered where she got a shirt that fit. The other changes she manifested were an amazing example of a whole greater than the sum of its parts; her body easily being ribbon-worthy at any beauty pageant, the extras she envisioned four days ago developed into the physical incarnation of an adolescent wet dream. Her legs were long, smooth, shapely, perfectly tanned, and nearly bare under a miniskirt so short it should have been illegal. Her wide hips swayed involuntarily as she walked, simultaneously showing off the flat tummy and accentuating the natural jiggling of her well-cushioned bottom. Her thighs were neither too thin nor too thick, but pulled attention to her hips under the overly accommodating miniskirt. Her torso was almost half the full length of her legs, and most all of it was spanned by her gigantic breasts. They were twin orbs of complete and utter distraction roughly a foot and a half in diameter each, their spherical forms crushed together by the need to fit in one button-down blouse. She had left the top buttons undone, showing a cleavage packed so tightly it oozed visibly out from under the blouse, all the way to the bra-line. The bra couldn’t even reign in her aggressive nipples; they stuck out an inch through bra and blouse from the incredible sixteen inches the breasts themselves reached from the chest. This amazing package was framed, if anyone got that far up, by a face angelic in its beauty and devilish in its lust. The feminine curves which framed her square face were as soft as her alert brown eyes, and her delicate lips had taken on a seductive thickness made all the worse by their natural red flush. Her blonde hair had started to grow reddish highlights, and hung lightly around her neck and shoulders. Ryan could almost hear the accidents down the street as she passed. She strode quickly down the sidewalk, pushing open both doors without breaking step and all the way up to the front desk without saying a word. Ryan, however, started talking as soon as she entered. “Audrey! Hi! Um, you know it hasn’t been a week yet, right?” That was all he got out before she reached the desk, grabbed Ryan by the collar with one hand, and smoothly hauled him out of his chair and onto his back on the desk. Her hand stayed there as she leaned into a full, passionate kiss, immediately sticking her tongue down his throat. Even through the fierce kiss, her lips still twisted into a smile at the edges as the familiar feeling of intense pleasure and arousal lanced through her lips, her mouth, and down her spine. Ryan tried to resist, pushing her restricting hand away with his right arm, but found he couldn’t move her. By the time she came up for air, Ryan already felt comfortably numb. Through half-open eyes he saw her face barely a foot above his, composed of a look of intense desire. Softly, she said, “I couldn’t wait any longer.” Ryan managed to twist onto his side to face her. This only brought into view her amazing breasts, which hung so close to his head that when he turned his nose sunk into cleavage. Instead of voicing a response, he was struck dumb at her intoxicating scent- she had found some incredibly rare perfume or she was actually producing aphrodisiacal pheromones. The only thought in his head was how she was stunning beyond words- and Ryan knew a lot of words. With an effort of will that even Audrey noticed, Ryan pulled his eyes back up to hers. He looked through them, into her mind, and tried to see how her self-image had altered her without his help. Her mind was different now- she was headstrong, aggressive, confident, strong-willed… and there was something else he couldn’t readily put a finger on. Then it hit him- she hadn’t yet spent the mental energy she had absorbed four days ago! No wonder she was so different! She had manifested every miniscule alteration she could think of, eliminated every smallest imperfection and slight in her body, changed herself into a sex goddess made flesh, and still had a substantial amount of Ryan’s power left. He wondered how much she had. She didn’t give him the chance to find out. “Yesterday one of Tom’s thugs came around where I was staying. I don’t know how he found me. He tried to grab me and I shoved him through the door.” “You know, that may only antagonize hi-“ “I can feel people staring at me as I walk down the street. But I’m not so shy about it anymore. A couple days ago some young gang banger tried to rip my shirt off- I grabbed his wrist and nearly twisted his whole arm off,” “It does pay to be assertive, certainly, but-“ “I don’t let the boss make sexist remarks about me at work anymore. Today while he was with a customer they were both ogling my body and I heard him make a comment about my tits. I screamed at them both; he said he’d stop it and give me a raise if I don’t take him to court. I haven’t decided whether or not I will.” “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re back in control of-“ ”I am, and I owe it to you,” she said, running an index finger down Ryan’s nose and mouth. At the mouth, Ryan felt a slight tingle. She had apparently become more adept at manipulating his energy, too. Without warning, she yanked him towards her, off the desk and into the air, setting him down on his feet. Still holding his collar, she pulled him into a second kiss. With her lips fully engaged, she managed a sharp squeal of delight at the rolling thunder of passion that rumbled down her body. Ryan, on the other hand, tried to stem the flow she tapped. He felt something new, a sensation he hadn’t felt before- his own energy from her coming back into him. If her scent was intoxicating, this was so much more so. Every animal impulse in his body was immediately aroused, wanting nothing more than to tear her clothes off and fuck both of them senseless right there. The sudden confluence of such strong emotions left him stunned, and in his fatigue he went weak at the knees, almost collapsing were it not for Audrey holding him in close embrace. “Why, Ryan, I didn’t know I had such an effect on you,” she teased, leaning him backwards against the desk for balance. Ryan calmed his heavy breathing. His body was now at war with his mind; regardless of what warnings rational thought bellowed she was dangerous with the emotions she aroused. It was then that the doorbell rang. Ryan, grateful for any distraction, pushed away from the desk and past Audrey, and greeted the newcomers. “Hello, and welcome to- Gina? Is that you?” he asked in disbelief. Gina had been out four days since her visit, and wasn’t due to start manifesting signs of the pregnant look she wanted until after a week. Yet, here she was, sporting the modest belly of a six-month progression overtop the completed curve overhaul that was to run its course in a full week. She was still a bit shy and slight in her manner, but her smile held a happiness he hadn’t seen in her four days ago. While Ryan was happy with her emotional progress, he was a bit worried about her physical growth. Gina entered the shop with the awkward gait of one not used to extra weight, flanked by another woman who seemed much more at ease with herself, her surroundings, and, Ryan suspected, any possible eventuality of the present. Gina smiled and gave Ryan a childish wave. “Hi! It’s starting already! I’m so happy about it!” “I can tell,” was Ryan’s alternative to being speechless. The woman at Gina’s side nudged her. “Oh, and this is Jenna, my roommate. I, um, told her about this place and what you did and she kinda wanted to check it out.” Ryan slowly nodded his head while sizing up Jenna. He still had a headache. “Ah, I see.” In lieu of a completely positive response, Gina became shy again. “That’s OK, right?” “Oh, yes. Sorry. It’s fine- most of my business is gathered by word of mouth. Um, Gina, Jenna, this is Audrey, who also had a session four days ago.” The pair had already been staring at Audrey. While Jenna’s eyes went wide at the introduction, Gina smiled and nodded. She elbowed Jenna lightly, saying, “I told you. He’s for real.” Jenna addressed Ryan. “So, what you’re telling me is, you took her-“ she waved a hand over Gina while standing behind her- “and gave her these-“ she lifted Gina’s modest long-sleeved shirt up to her neck and lifted a firm, heavy, DD cup breast for emphasis. Gina blushed bright red but didn’t move a muscle. “And you gave her this-“ Jenna let Gina’s shirt drop, although it fell barely over her boobs. Jenna turned Gina sideways a bit, grabbed as much of Gina’s ass as she could in one hand, and shook it for effect. The effect was that the rump kept shaking a little after she stopped. “And you fixed all this-“ she turned Gina back and ran her hands up the side contours of her body. “-in less than a week, with only one session involving no surgery of any kind?” While Ryan could sense Gina’s discomfort in the display, beside him he could feel Audrey’s state of arousal building. “Yes, that is the case,” he said hurriedly. “Now is there something you would like to do?” Jenna stepped to the side and looked pensive. “Huh. I don’t know.” A million possibilities ran through her mind. Ryan saw the flurry of thoughts in her head and knew she’d take a while to decide on anything, if she gets anything. However strong Audrey’s sense of self had become, Ryan didn’t think she was yet ready to invade another’s session, not with her experience. If he stalled, maybe she’d get bored, or maybe he’d be able to come up with a plan. “I’ll tell ya what. Let’s take you back and run you through some simulations. Don’t worry, they don’t cost anything, but they do help you decide if you want anything done,” he led Jenna to the examination room door. “Er, given the time, you’ll be the last one today, so let me just put up the ‘Closed’ sign,” which he crossed the room to do. “Gina, you can wait here if you want, it shouldn’t take too long, but the door will be unlocked if you want to leave and come back,” he said, leading Gina to a chair. “Audrey…” he started as he turned to face her. Her face was predatory, and she licked her lips as she started at him, which fortunately neither Jenna nor Gina noticed. “You can, um, keep Gina company. Yeah.” Ryan walked as fast as nonchalance would allow back to Jenna and the two disappeared through the back door. Gina and Audrey looked at each other. “So,” Audrey said, sitting down. “What did you get done?” “Just out of curiosity, what did that Audrey woman look like before her… session?” “Audrey? She, uh… You know, I shouldn’t talk about other clients without their knowledge or consent,” “Ah, I suppose. Well, what exactly could you do for me?” Able to think somewhat more clearly now, Ryan answered. “I can treat you for nearly any kind of sickness, alter your physical characteristics in almost any way to fit how you want to look. I can prevent degenerative diseases from developing, provided you’re genetically predisposed to having them, I can speed up the recovery of a broken bone or serious flesh wound, I can reinforce the immune system to take down particularly nasty pathogens, I can eliminate allergies, I can correct bad eyesight, I can-“ “OK, OK, think I get it. So how do we find out what to do with me?” “Well, you just sit down on this recliner and I’ll talk you through it. I’ll have to put these pads on you- they’re surface electrodes to help monitor your body. This dome we put over your head…” “Oh, um, I wanted to look pregnant,” “Really? Why?” Audrey sidled to the chair next to Gina, and leaned over conspiratorially. Gina was slightly surprised at the interest. “Well, um, because I always liked the way pregnant women looked, and how they always seemed to be happy, and… um… they get all the attention,” “You know that’s not the only way to get attention,” Gina’s eyes went wide as she looked back up at Audrey. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I mean, yeah, I’d like that kind of attention too, but I really don’t think I could have it.” “You can have anything you want. You just have to take it. Take me, for example. Before I came here, I thought my life would be ugly, brutish, and short. Then Ryan… well… opened my eyes, you could say.” Both women sighed softly, but for very different reasons. “Yeah, he did that for me too. Made me realize exactly why I wanted this. Then he explained what he would do and showed it to me. It’s hard to explain, but I think I’m enjoying this more just for that. He opened my eyes,” There was a pause, this line of conversation seeming to be over. Audrey got bored very quickly in her hyperactive state. “So… what does it feel like? Can I touch it?” Gina beamed. “This is amazing,” Jenna stated as she watched a CG rendered image of her dance the Funky Chicken. Ryan was doing his weary best to not look indignant at the stall tactics he would stoop to. “So have you decided on something yet? Even an idea? Problem feature you’ve always want rid of? Anything?” “Hey, is Gina gonna be OK in there? She’s kinda a fragile person, you know. Is Audrey a nice person?” “I’m sure they’re getting on like a building on fire,” Jenna didn’t know for sure if that was a reassuring remark or not, but her eyes were drawn back to the screen. “You ever see this one movie, it’s got Jim Carey real young, and this one blonde chick, and this black guy, and I think it’s an 80’s flick, but there’s a dance scene in it that I always wanted to try, and- a building on fire, really? That well?” Ryan sighed. “OK, maybe not a building.” “I feel like I’m on fire!” Audrey withdrew her hand quickly. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-“ Gina opened her eyes. “No, it was a GOOD fire.” “A good fire?” Gina blushed. “Like, you know…?” Audrey nodded in surprised. “Really now?” “Yeah. All over, but mostly right in my belly, right where you touched me.” Audrey smiled. “That so?” she asked mockingly, this time rubbing both hands across Gina’s exposed belly. Gina giggled, gasped, grasped the chair, and sank down in it onto her back. Audrey’s touch created such an intense arousal in her that Gina had nothing to compare it to in her whole young, inexperienced life. The lack of precedence to judge it by only made it that much more intense for her. Audrey merely arched her eyebrows and smiled. “Tell me- have you ever been with a guy?” Between breathless panting, Gina managed her response. “Been- with? No,” “How ‘bout a woman?” “No- why?” Gina was rubbing her own belly in search of the elusive hormonal eruption Audrey had unleashed. “No reason,” Audrey said curtly, before leaning down and kissing Gina full on the lips. Gina boiled into orgasm before she realized what Audrey was doing. Arching her back up off the chair, she pressed into the electric kiss. The real world was left behind in a maelstrom of pleasure she never knew existed. Her initial orgasm lasted only a few seconds, but Audrey didn’t let her rest. Instead Audrey sensed Gina’s release and just kept working on her. Now the kiss had tongue. Now Audrey had moved from the chair to stand right in front of Gina. Now she was on her knees before the other woman, her massive breasts pushing into Gina’s and resting on the beginning belly under them. Gina could barely breathe, let alone think. She didn’t want to think; she wanted this amazing sensation to keep going. Audrey felt the charge of energy flow out of her into Gina, but it was not the drain that Ryan felt; this was different, exotic, arousing in its own right. A similar creature to the intoxicating pleasure from engaging Ryan, but a very different breed. She loved it instantly. What she didn’t have was Ryan’s guiding will to observe, correct, and control that energy or its effects, and Gina was absorbing a lot of it. Gina couldn’t even feel her body; all she felt was the ever-pervasive erotic bliss. Then she felt an unfamiliar pressure- her clothes, for some reason. “This is amazing! How expensive is it?” “Not that bad. I charge by the amount of changes you want, since there’s really no materials cost and no surgery.” “I didn’t believe Gina when she first told me about it, but now I do…” “Yes, and she’s out there now enjoying it,” “Heh. You got no idea. Last night she ‘enjoyed’ over $200 worth of groceries. And she’s eaten twice already today. We even stopped for fast food on the way over, she ordered like a dozen burgers. She’s been eating like this for three days now,” Ryan realized her overeating must be what speeded up the progress. It was how he worked, really- the body focused any growth to the desired change. “So she’s been eating a lot?” “So much that I’m pretty worried.” “I think your biggest worry is her getting unhealthy food while eating out.” “Really? It doesn’t bother you how fast she’s growing?” Ryan shrugged. “Honestly, I’ve never seen someone take a treatment session and accelerate it. As long as she’s not in any pain, she should be fine, and if something goes wrong, I can fix it. My main concern is her diet degrading into something that might cause problems later in life.” Jenna smirked. “You really think stuff out, don’t you?” “I’ve found it always pays to look at the bigger picture,” “I’m getting bigger! Look! I can FEEL it!” Gina cried. She felt nothing but raging pleasure inside and restrictive pressure outside. Audrey had pulled away to catch her breath after the long, enraptured kiss, and was about to return to it. Instead, at Gina’s request, she backed off a little and looked at the woman as she writhed on the floor. Gina’s hands traced the contours of her upper body, which was now beginning to stretch her brand-new maternity shirt. The fabric was taught, and Gina’s stomach was beginning to push it up under her breasts. They had expanded some, as well, but not as much; the shirt bunching up underneath them kept them pointing straight up as they grew. Audrey stared wide-eyed in disbelief. “Are you OK?” “Yes!” Gina gasped. Her voice was strained, and Audrey noticed her growth slow and stop. Gina shortly stopped writhing on the floor and opened her eyes. “That... feeling… it’s gone,” Audrey raised an eyebrow. “You want it back?” Ryan could feel the change in mental states in the waiting room. He checked the camera feed on the exam computer just to be sure, but there’s little chance of mistaking some thoughts. He knew that as long as those two were at it, it wouldn’t be safe for him to enter that room. Audrey was bad enough on her own; Gina would probably follow her lead in the state she was in. Ryan couldn’t imagine what it would be like to get tag-teamed by both of them, but he really didn’t like the idea. Which meant he now had to stall Jenna even more. “Oh, I know! I want to be flexible- REAL flexible. That crazy flexible where you go to the club and do those crazy dances with high-kicks and splits and stuff and all the guys just DROOL over you, you know?” Jenna had latched on to something she actually wanted; she was comfortable enough with herself and the world in general not to need a change in her image, but she wanted this ability. This was something so trivial it bordered on self-serving for the patient; not to mention that such a request was born of the desire to draw attention to oneself when one knowingly does so already every chance one gets. “Can you make it follow the one song number in Dirty Dancing?” Ryan stood motionless for a moment as he felt the irony become tangible in the air around him. Gina looked up at Audrey gaping, but her eyes gave her answer for her. Audrey leaned back down to nibble and kiss Gina’s neck, slowly moving from one ear across the throat to the other ear. Cascades of sensual lancets ripped through Gina’s body at each bitten fold of skin, each lick and hot breath, and she could feel each individual rush separate from the multitude. The sensations filled her mind, crowding out voluntary conscious thought, and she moaned long and low. Audrey, spurred on by Gina’s reaction and the feel of the energy flow, ran her hands over Gina’s body and occasionally threw a French kiss amidst the necking. Gina’s mind could not deal with the energy pouring into it; this being Gina’s first real sexual encounter her mind was fully absorbed by the act and she didn’t even acknowledge the extra effect of Audrey’s residual energy. Without conscious thought guiding it, the animal force pouring into Gina’s lobes had to expend itself. Grounding on Gina’s self-determined need to look pregnant, it had found its focus, and her massive intake of food only helped it. As Audrey kissed, fondled, nibbled, and explored, Gina’s belly slowly swelled bigger and bigger, pushing her shirt up to the crevice between belly and breasts. Audrey straddled her on all fours, her blouse straining to support the gigantic bosom within, but it could not keep her breasts from brushing across Gina’s own slowly growing mammaries. As any slight movement rubbed tit across tit, Audrey’s already huge nipples erected themselves even more, and rippled with pleasure at every rasping pass over Gina’s filled-out shirt. Gina shuddered as the insidiously pleasurable growing feeling returned, and she imagined herself expanding bigger and bigger. With closed eyes, she gauged her growth by touch, trying to hold on to as much belly and breast as she could wrap her arms around. The less of herself she could hold on to, the more Gina’s ecstasy built. Audrey finally became aware of the extent of Gina’s new dimensions when they began encroaching her own- she pulled back again when Gina’s growing belly bumped slowly into her own firm abdomen. “What’s happening to her?” Audrey wondered. “She’s actually getting bigger! Just like when… I…” A devious smile broke across Audrey’s face as the pieces clicked. She didn’t know exactly how, but she must have some of his powers. And this girl did say she wanted to look huge and pregnant. She actually wanted this sort of attention- it was something Audrey was both familiar with and distanced from. Audrey had attracted attention from total strangers since high school, but it was mostly unwelcome- only in these last four days had she finally accepted it. Gina spoke of being noticed as if it was the greatest gift on the planet, and it seemed Audrey could grant her that gift. Admiring the changes in the shorter woman, she rubbed Gina’s bare stomach and cooed softly to her. “You were right- you WILL get some attention with that. You look wonderful. But, you know, there’s other ways to attract attention…” Gina, who had been mindlessly enjoying the groping hands (both hers and Audrey’s) over her belly, opened her eyes. “What do you mean?” “I mean the kind of attention you’d use to attract guys. The kind that your pal Jenna seems to know pretty well,” Gina looked surprised and blushed a little. “Oh, I couldn’t do that. I never could before. I never stood out. That’s why I wanted this.” “Oh, but you could really stand out, you know. You’re pretty hot right now. I know I’m turned on. And I can make it so you’ll get all the attention you want.” “Really?!?” “Yes.” Gina was drunk on her own physical passion, and immediately embraced the offer. “Do it!” Audrey’s smile was tempered with anxiousness, as she wasn’t sure of this newfound power. But, if she could elicit this response, maybe she could steer it as well. Audrey had already made the connection between the peculiar sensation, physical contact, and Gina’s subsequent growth. She could almost feel this energy, this power inside herself, ready and waiting to be used. The change she wanted to make she had already decided- she would give Gina a pair of breasts to match her own. At their current size, she was twice Gina’s cup. This shouldn’t take too long, she thought. Concentrating on Gina’s heaving bosom, she leaned down into a kiss. Again Gina lost herself in ecstasy, and Audrey felt the alluring flow of energy through her lips into her partner. A new feeling came over her as well- an increased arousal she couldn’t account for. She felt Gina’s bust increase slowly, filling more and more of the shirt. Something was happening in her as well, though, and soon she realized her overstuffed bra was slowly becoming inadequate- her own breasts where growing again. She couldn’t believe it. It was exactly what she had wanted from Ryan in the first place. She sat up astride Gina’s abdomen, pulled her shirt and bra off and cast them aside, enraptured in the slow growth of her massive boobs. They ceased their expansion shortly afterwards, and Gina looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Audrey didn’t respond verbally, but took Gina’s wrists and brought her hands up to her exposed nipples. Both women gasped as the contact sparked with a new flow of electric pleasure, Gina feeling her own breasts grow as her hands fondled Audrey’s huge nipples, and Audrey lost in the simultaneous growth of both sets of boobs. As Audrey retreated into her own world of pleasure, attempting to concentrate on forcing the growth, Gina was emboldened by her inactivity. She rubbed and kneaded Audrey’s tits harder and faster, and their (and her) growth seemed to speed up as she rubbed. Audrey’s head tilted back and she started to moan, and Gina was only encouraged by it. Gina worked harder and harder, causing Audrey to get louder and louder. Then Gina’s shirt ripped open from the neck down with a tearing noise louder than Audrey. Both women looked down to see Gina’s newly massive breasts displayed in full view, springing out of the remains of her shirt with the firmness and bounce of extreme arousal. Gina actually blushed. “I couldn’t find a bra that fit today, so I just figured… you know…” Audrey didn’t answer; she was amazed at the sight. A pair of breasts that had recently been merely noteworthy had ballooned into twin monsters that covered Gina’s upper torso and shoulders, as they were pushed upwards by the massive belly below. Her shirt had been reduced to a tatter of cloth covering her back and circumventing her chest in that narrow region between bloated stomach and enhanced boobs. Gina soon noticed the other’s stare. “What is it?” “Nothing,” Audrey answered, shaking herself out of reverie. “We’re just about to have some real fun, that’s all,” “Real fun?” Gina shot back. Anticipation bubbled in her at the thought that what they had been doing up until now was a prelude. Audrey reared back and yanked down on Gina’s sweatpants. Gina gasped as her panties were bared to the world, and again as Audrey pulled them away as well. Her third gasp came out half screaming as Audrey dove face-first between Gina’s legs. The feedback loop suddenly spiked, and Ryan lost concentration on the computer display. “What’s the matter?” Jenna asked as the display monitor flickered. Her CG avatar currently had light purple skin. Ryan rallied magnificently. “The software is starting to fritz out- keep in mind, I had to code this up myself, and I never thought anyone would want to be, I don’t know, purple?” Jenna giggled. “Oh all right. I still want the flexibility change, though. And then I want to get Gina home so I can hit the clubs tonight, so let’s hurry this up!” Great, Ryan thought, NOW she wants to go faster. “Faster! Faster!” Gina cried between breathless moans. Audrey’s tongue lashed back and forth across Gina’s clit, occasionally slipping into her lips to brush across the tantalized nerves inside. The feedback of pleasure raced through Audrey, but she was enjoying Gina’s growth- or, more precisely, she enjoyed causing Gina’s growth. Watching that huge belly fill out was, strangely, incredibly erotic in its own right. It shook and jiggled almost as much as Gina’s massive breasts as the woman laid, erotic bliss wracking her convulsing body, on the ground. Audrey devoted as much attention as she could to it, despite the orgasm she felt building in herself. She suddenly plunged her tongue deep into Gina’s pussy, tracing every inner contour in a circular path. The surge of sensual backdraft Audrey felt was nothing to the debilitating flood of pleasure Gina experienced. Gina locked her legs around Audrey’s head while her grasping hands attached to the first thing they reached- her own violently shaking breasts. Kneading her teats unconsciously, Gina rocked in a heaven of pure physical sex as her clamping thighs forced Audrey’s head tightly between her legs. Audrey didn’t fight it at all, instead pushing forward even harder. She noticed, through the veils of pleasure, how Gina’s growth surged when Audrey dove deeper into her. Somehow, it was utterly arousing to her, as was Gina herself. She reminded Audrey of herself, before she had come to Ryan, and she wanted to see Gina awaken into the same kind of sensual being Audrey was now. More than that; she wanted to be a part of it. As Gina writhed, and screamed, and grew, Audrey knew she was. “What was that?” “What was what?” A muted scream insinuated itself into the ears over the gentle hum of the display computer. “THAT,” Jenna said pointedly. “I didn’t hear anything,” Ryan answered with false innocence. Another one permeated the air, this time a bit louder. Enough of it carried to give it the context of pleasure instead of pain. “You HAD to have heard that one.” “No, really, I didn’t hear a thing. Now, please, sit still. We’re almost done here.” “You sure? You said that five minutes ago.” “And it may only be five minutes more.” “Gina said she took only two.” A third cry, still louder, still deftly avoiding the dialogue to fall in the pause between speakers, dropped into the exam room. “There it is again! It sounds like someone’s screaming in your lobby! Aren’t you going to check on it?!?” Jenna practically screamed it herself. Ryan could all to well see the camera feed from the lobby on his monitor. He watched as Gina screamed again, longer. “I don’t hear anything,” Ryan calmly stated. “You don’t hear that?” “No,” Another scream, this time long and drawn out. Ryan wondered if he had angered some ancient and terrible god of really bad timing. The whole situation had been playing on his nerves something fierce. He hadn’t asked for this sort of complication. Before Jenna could comment on the lingering outburst from the lobby, Ryan responded to the unspoken thought at the front of her thoughts. “I didn’t hear that.” Before either could realize his mistake, Gina’s cry reached crescendo and abruptly ended. “I didn’t hear that either.” Gina lay under a quivering mass of her own flesh as she gently came down from her first time. She had ballooned drastically- Jenna didn’t recognize the huge belly and matching tits until she saw Gina’s head attached to them. She looked as though she’d been pigging out at last night’s rate for four days. Jenna couldn’t begin to guess her new cup size, and estimated the belly button itself to lay nearly three feet off the ground from its pedestal of bloated flesh. Gina lay humming quietly to herself, wearing nothing but an ear-to-ear grin. Audrey reclined at her feet, fully clothed from the waist down, but letting her impossibly firm and massive tits hang in the open. She seemed out of breath as well, but looked up at Jenna as she came bursting through the door to the back hallway with a Mona Lisa smile of her own. “Hey. I think Gina’s ready to go home now,” was all she said. Jenna stood staring open-mouthed, hand still on the doorknob, until Ryan appeared behind her. Unsure of what might happen next, he let someone else speak first. Amazed as he was by Gina’s growth, the surprise stemmed from how much of his energy Audrey must have retained to elicit such a change in Gina. Jenna was the first to break silence. “Gina?” she asked cautiously. “Are you OK, honey?” Gina cupped her arms under her breasts and cuddled them to her face. “Mm-hmm,” she mumbled. “Oh, she’s fine. Although I think I may have to stay with her and make sure,” Audrey giggled. Jenna turned back to Ryan. “What happened?” “Audrey… has a very energetic personality, so to speak…” “What’s that supposed to mean?!?” “Audrey’s session- she had an odd request. Suffice it to say, Gina will be fine. Although I believe she’ll need fed again, and soon. Also, if she’s ever not in the same room as Audrey, it may also be worth getting her clothes that fit. From what I know about Audrey, Gina’s treatment has only been progressed, nothing more. Although the means of progression and extent thereof leave much to be desired,” Ryan said, loud enough to make sure Audrey heard him. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be back for you soon enough,” Audrey responded. “But tonight I think I’m going to make sure Gina gets home all right.” “Um, that’s OK, she HAS a ride,” Jenna snapped. “I know,” Audrey replied, still smiling sweetly. “I also want to go home with her,” Gina stirred a little, mumbling something that sounded like agreement. Jenna turned back to Ryan. “So what about me, then? Am I going to turn into an expanding sex maniac too?” “No. Not unless you want to, that is. I did finish your treatment, and all it consists of is the increased flexibility you wanted. In fact, it’s on an advanced time scale so you’ll be able to show off at the clubs tonight, just like you said. By tonight you’ll be as double-jointed as a four-foot circus contortionist.” “And that’s it? You’re sure?” “Yes. Now, if we can conclude our business…” Ryan indicated the front desk ledger. Jenna experimentally cracked her knuckles while waiting for the bill to print up, and they already seemed to bend backwards further. Gina and Audrey giggled at each other as they tried to fit Gina’s sweatpants back on her; it was clear her panties would never fit again. After hauling Gina to her feet, Audrey admired the way her butt had filled in- a detail she hadn’t noticed earlier, when her focus had been on the mountain of belly. Now off the floor, and hanging on its own, Gina’s ass had filled in and spread out, reaching around her backside to compliment the huge bulk up front. Expanding without cellulite dimples or stretch marks, the fleshy mass was purely smooth curve. As perfectly rounded as it was, it blatantly refused to fit into the pants until Audrey got determined. Finally yanking the waistline of the sweatpants over Gina’s bountiful ass, she experimented with how it shook and jiggled. Yes, she thought, this Gina and I are going to HAVE to get to know each other better. Ryan gave Jenna her copy and let Gina take the spare blanket from the Shop’s Spartan linen closet, then helped walk her to the door. Doing their best not to attract extra attention, Jenna and Gina left. Audrey opened the door for them, but stepped back into the shop as they walked towards their car. “I’ll be back for you soon, sweet thing. Maybe I’ll bring those two with me,” Audrey’s voice was sultry and tempting. Ryan knew she didn’t mean it to sound like a threat. “If the three of you find what you’re looking for, you’ll find you don’t need me for it.” Audrey smiled and arched her back. Facing Ryan as she was, her boobs seemed to lurch towards him as she stretched. He involuntarily stepped back. Her smile widened slightly. She stepped towards him quickly, wrapping one hand around his waist and the other behind his neck and holding fast. Then she slowly leaned in, pressing her breast against him tightly until her mouth hovered just outside his right ear. He didn’t dare raising his arms to stop her; there was no way he could keep his hands away from her encroaching bosom. “I know what you can do now,” she whispered. “I know what you can do to me and I know what I can do to others. I don’t know how, but I’ll figure that out. After all, I know right where to find you,” Lost again in whatever intoxicating scent she exuded, Ryan didn’t respond. He only stood still, resisting the urge to touch her. Audrey pulled her face back to look Ryan in the eyes. She seemed to have changed again; her soft brown eyes no longer held only fire and passion. She was softer, calmer, relaxed- and she had expended her stock of energy leached from Ryan. “But I wanted one more thing before I left,” she said. Ryan flinched. “I wanted to make sure you knew all the good you,” she finished. Ryan relaxed, and in spite of himself, smiled. Maybe his actions four days ago were balanced, and this would all blow over. Maybe she would be able to integrate back into society. Maybe she would eventually give up this fixation on him. Maybe she would- Maybe she would kiss him. Presently, she did. Ryan felt the drain and Audrey’s instant arousal. Even were it not for the flow of electric ecstasy through her lips, her exposed nipples stiffened and extended, poking his arms. He barely felt them, though, swooning in a warm numbness as she brought his hands up to meet her nipples for him. He barely felt her bust slowly gain one last cup size. She pulled back from the kiss, leaving him gently swaying in place, and gently nudged him backwards to collapse on a chair. Fully thinking his actions the result of total infatuation with her, she covered herself as best she could with her inadequate shirt and walked out after Gina and Jenna. Audrey’s smile was content and genuine. Ryan sat back in the chair, eyes closed, lost in contemplative repose. The “Closed” sign was up, the storefront display had been turned off since before he had taken Jenna to the exam room, and the tinted windows gave the appearance of darkness inside. For the first time that day, he relaxed. He lost track of time as he sat. A voice bought him back with a start. “Well, well, look who it is. It took me a long time to find you, Ryan.” A female voice. Vaguely familiar. Ryan opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was a figure that Audrey would have been jealous of. She seemed built on the same principle of guided alteration that Audrey had formed her image around, just more advanced- as if she had been doing it for a lot longer. In that time she had also found clothes that fit, although they still helped to show off the body of a goddess. From his vantage point, he couldn’t see beyond her massive underwire-supported bust to get a good look at her face. “Don’t remember me yet? Think back, Ryan. I was your first, once upon a time,” The voice fell into place. She had been his first, all right- the first one to be changed directly by intimate contact with him. The one who taught him the consequences he would face in a physical relationship. She was his first, all right, and not until Audrey had there been another. Her name was Echo. Ryan remembered… To Be Continued