Not Great

Sweat was beginning to bead on Jessica’s forehead as the temperature continued to climb in the room, making her feel stuffy and claustrophobic in the relatively tiny room.

Those bastards are trying to get me to take my clothes off… She thought to herself as she undid a few buttons of her dress shirt, alleviating the heat for a few seconds before it set back in. Jessica tried to resist but her sweat began to soak her shirt, turning the white button up slightly see through.

Waiting until the last second she finally unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, taking it off and neatly folding it on the bed. If they are going to sweat me out I’ll give in but I’m not taking my bra off, she grumbled in her head.

Jessica could see her figure in the two way mirror as she shimmied out of the dress pants, slightly loathing what she saw. Her breasts seemed to give up too early in puberty and left her in a small B cup that looked rather boyish on her. A trim stomach led to lack luster hips, her waist was just thin enough, pretty much a negligible amount, but thin enough that when she was fully dressed she was comparable to a rectangle.

Jessica couldn’t see the effects take place just yet but she could feel something odd in her stomach, butterflies seemed to dance inside of her as the changes began.

1040 hours - Observation

Subject is pacing around the room, oblivious to the changes occurring to her.

Initial change is a slight thinning of the subjects waist. Similar to previous subjects of this formula.

1045 hours - Observations

The subject is still unaware but she seems to subconsciously rubbing her stomach. Could be due to discomfort but she has not voiced any concerns.

The heat seemed to finally be dying down but Jessica was still struggling to breathe. She tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths but no matter what, it felt like she just couldn’t get enough air. Jessica put a hand to her stomach and paused. She felt something… different. A quick glance down confirmed her suspicions, she was indeed beginning to change.

The reason she couldn’t breathe was because her torso was changing, shifting, as her waist cinched inward and her guts shifted themselves to make up for the lack of room. Jessica began breathing heavily now, panic gripping her as the reality she already knew was going to happen began to set in. Her waist could visibly be seen shrinking inch by inch, finally stopping when it looked almost unrealistic, her slender fingers almost touching each other when she put her hands on her waist.

“Please just let me out! I won't tell a soul! Please stop changing me I don’t want this!” She said as she once again began pounding on the door and glass, knowing it was futile and it was far too late.

She wiped tears from her eyes and turned to face the room, pacing back and forth as she waited. As it would turn out, she wouldn’t have to wait long as the next change was already starting and she couldn’t even tell.

1100 hours - Observations

Subject has noticed the thinning of the waist. Has once again tried to escape to no avail, test chambers are once again proven to be structurally sound.

Waiting for further developments.

Jessica continued to pace the room, finally able to breath again now that her body had adjusted to its new shape. She kept catching glimpses of herself in the reflective window and had to avert her gaze. The detective hated that they were capable of changing her like this but she couldn’t help but admit it was more… feminine? She couldn’t decide but she no doubt looked better even if she didn’t like it.

Maybe it wouldn’t look so bad if my breasts were larger. It could maybe balance it out and improve my figure!

Jessica looked at her own eyes in the mirror as they went wide with realization, What did I just say? I don’t want that at all! You need to resist Jessica, don’t give in! You have to keep your sanity.

She began pacing once again, her eyes on the tiles beneath her feet as they padded softly in the quiet room. Unbeknownst to her, Jessica was assisting the ****'s influence over her body. The constant movement from walking was improving blood flow and the use of her leg muscles was stimulating change.

The woman's twig-like legs were always a source of insecurity for her, never liking the idea of a thigh gap or the fact she had one. As it was, she hadn’t thought about it for a while and it was currently the last thing on her mind. Jessica didn’t even feel it when her thighs began to rub together, ignorant to the new sensation.

Each step caused a slight jiggle to travel up her legs, her once skinny legs gaining more and more mass. It wasn’t until she felt her underwear growing tight and beginning to give herself a wedgie that Jessica became aware.

“No.. not this… Oh god,” She said as she grabbed her hips, feeling her soft figure as the fat bubbled beneath her hands, shifting around as the skinny woman became undeniably bottom heavy.

“Oh shit, oh shit, ohshitohshitohshit… SHIT-” Jessica spluttered as she felt an unbearable pressure build up deep in her core before a loud crack could be heard.

“God damn!” She shouted as she collapsed to the floor, her hip bones had just shifted and seemed to widen a ridiculous amount in less than a second. The pain was temporary and began to fade, to Jessica’s disdain she could feel the dull ache transform to a pleasant buzz of pleasure that settled in her groin.

“I won’t give in… I refuse to give in,” She told herself, repeating it like a mantra that was starting to feel more and more futile by the second. Her panties were unbearably tight, her fat hips squishing around them and her new juicy booty seemed to swallow them. Just when she thought she couldn’t handle the pain any more, they snapped from the intense pressure of her growth. Jessica moaned as the restrictive undergarments were no longer an issue, regretting not taking them off sooner even though she wanted to retain some form of dignity under the watchful eye of the doctors who were undoubtedly observing every second.

She lay on the floor, her head on the cold tile and her obscene butt in the air, swaying and jiggling with the slightest movement. Jessica’s now thick thighs rubbed together as the growth slowed to a stop and she tried to resist the urge to touch herself, the pleasure was undeniably difficult for her to resist.

Confident the growth was over, she struggled to her feet. Her body wobbled as she tried to find her center of gravity, unaccustomed to the feeling of her thick thighs pressing together no matter how hard she tried to open them.

Leaning on the bed, she shimmied her way up and sat on it. Her thick thighs pooling out beneath her, flaring out from her skinny wasp-like waist.

1110 Hours - Observations

The modification of the subject's body has been a success. Her bottom half has reacted as expected while exceeding expectations, currently waiting for the effects to begin with her breasts.

1115 Hours - Observation

Subject seems to be touching herself, exploring her body and potentially even enjoying it.

1120 Hours - Observations

The subject has calmed considerably, whether due to difficulty moving or becoming submissive to the experiment we can not tell.