Ask Miss Velvet what size she plans to make your buttocks

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"What size are you planning to make my buttocks?" you ask, your breathy voice carrying genuine curiosity as you look up at Miss Velvet from the restraints.

She pauses in her preparation of the next serum vial, her pink eyes shifting to meet yours with evident pleasure at the question. A slow smile spreads across her face—not her usual calculated expression, but something warmer and more genuine.

"What an absolutely delightful question, sweetness." She sets down the vial and moves closer, her gloved hand coming to rest on your hip. "I'm so pleased you're taking an interest in your new body. It shows such wonderful acceptance."

She tilts her head, considering. "The answer is: whatever fits a cute innocent girl. Not too large, not athletic or voluptuous. I want you soft and feminine and young-looking. Perky, rounded, the kind of bottom that looks sweet in modest dresses and makes men want to protect you rather than ravage you."

Her fingers trace along your hip bone. "Think B-cup equivalent, if breasts had cup sizes. Enough to fill out clothes properly, to give you curves that match these lovely new breasts, but nothing excessive. When you walk, there should be just a subtle sway. Natural. Innocent."

"Why innocent?" you hear yourself ask.

Miss Velvet's expression intensifies. "Because that's what calls to me when I look at you, Candy. Your face has that quality now—those large eyes, those soft features, that eternally youthful appearance. Your body should match. A girl who looks barely legal, untouched, pure." She leans closer, her voice dropping to something almost reverent. "A girl men want to corrupt. A girl I want to own completely."

She straightens, collecting the pale blue vial from the preparation table. "The buttocks enhancement serum works similarly to the breast formula—deep tissue expansion, some fat redistribution, muscle restructuring. It will take two to three hours and will ache considerably, but I suspect you'll handle it beautifully."

"Will I be able to see the changes?" you ask.

"Not easily while you're strapped down, I'm afraid." She moves toward the foot of the table, positioning herself between your legs. "But I'll describe everything as it happens. And afterwards, when you're standing for the first time with your complete female body, you'll see exactly what I've created."

She prepares the injection sites—two marks on each buttock, carefully positioned. "Are you ready, Candy? Ready to have a woman's bottom to match your woman's breasts?"

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"I'm ready," you say, your breathy feminine voice carrying quiet certainty. "For the buttocks enhancement."

Miss Velvet's entire demeanor shifts. Her pink eyes widen slightly, and that genuine smile returns—the one that transforms her from calculating predator into something almost tender. She sets down the pale blue vial carefully, as though it's precious, and moves to stand beside your head.

"Candy." She strokes your light brown hair back from your forehead with surprising gentleness. "Do you understand what you just did? You didn't ask how much it would hurt. You didn't beg for a break. You simply told me you're ready to continue becoming female."

Her gloved fingers trace along your jawline. "Most subjects at this stage are still bargaining, still clinging to desperate hope of reversal. But you... you're asking me to give you a woman's bottom. Volunteering for it."

"It's going to happen anyway," you reply quietly, meeting her gaze. "And it feels right. My breasts feel right. This body is starting to feel like mine."

"Oh, sweetness." Miss Velvet leans down until her face is inches from yours. "You have no idea how deeply satisfying that is to hear. When a subject surrenders voluntarily, when they choose feminization instead of merely enduring it—that's when the real transformation happens. Not just physical, but psychological."

She straightens, collecting the vial and moving toward the foot of the table. "I'm going to make you absolutely beautiful, Candy. A bottom that curves just right, that moves with feminine grace, that completes your new silhouette." She positions herself between your spread legs, preparing the injection sites with practiced efficiency. "Two injections per buttock, deep into the muscle and fat tissue. The serum will cause rapid expansion over the next two to three hours."

You feel the first needle press against your left buttock—the sensation strange and vulnerable given your position and nakedness. "Will I be able to sit comfortably afterwards?"

"After a day or two, yes. Initially there will be soreness, like your breasts." The first injection delivers its payload—cool liquid spreading beneath your skin. "But your body is accepting these changes so well, I suspect your recovery will be faster than typical."

The second injection follows on the left side, then Miss Velvet moves to your right buttock. "Here we go, sweetness. Two more, and then we wait for your beautiful new bottom to develop."

The third and fourth injections complete quickly. Almost immediately, you feel the now-familiar warmth beginning to spread through both buttocks—a tingling pressure that promises significant changes ahead.

"What are you seeing?" you ask, shifting slightly against the restraints as the warmth in your buttocks intensifies into that familiar deep pressure. "Can you describe the changes as they happen?"

Miss Velvet's face lights up with genuine delight. She moves immediately to the foot of the table, positioning herself where she has an unobstructed view of your lower body. Her gloved hands hover over your buttocks without quite touching, as though framing a work of art.

"Oh, I'd be absolutely thrilled to, sweetness." She leans closer, her pink eyes tracking minute changes. "Right now, about fifteen minutes in, I can see the initial expansion beginning. Your buttocks are starting to round out from their previous masculine flatness. There's a subtle swelling occurring at the upper portion of each cheek—that's the gluteal muscles responding to the serum, beginning their restructuring."

You feel exactly what she's describing—a sensation like your flesh is being inflated from within, stretching and expanding in ways that feel utterly foreign yet somehow inevitable.

"The tissue is warming considerably. I can actually see the increased blood flow—your skin has taken on a slightly flushed appearance across both cheeks." Her voice carries professional fascination mixed with personal satisfaction. "In another twenty minutes or so, you'll start developing that distinctly feminine curve where your lower back meets your bottom. The arch. That's when the real transformation becomes unmistakable."

The pressure intensifies, and you gasp softly. Miss Velvet notices immediately.

"Uncomfortable?" she asks, though her tone suggests she already knows the answer.

"It aches. Like my breasts did, but deeper somehow."

"Exactly right. The gluteal muscles are much larger than mammary tissue, so the restructuring affects more mass." She finally makes contact, her gloved fingertips pressing gently against your left buttock. Even that light touch feels electric against the transforming flesh. "Can you feel how much softer it's becoming already? The serum is redistributing fat deposits, creating that feminine padding over the muscle."

You can feel it—the substance of your buttocks changing texture, becoming yielding in a way they never were before.

"Keep watching yourself change, Candy," Miss Velvet murmurs, her voice dropping to something almost hypnotic. "Your body is becoming exactly what it should be. Female. Soft. Mine."