Amanda's eye's began to clear as her consciousness returned. Where am I, she thought as she assessed her surroundings.
The room looked like an airplane hanger or an auto shop, with incredibly high ceilings and sheet metal walls. She tried to sit up, but quickly found that she was completely immobilized. Suddenly, a familiar face drifted into view.
"Hello, Amanda."
"Professor Richards?! Where am I? What's going on?"
"Your going to participate in an experiment of mine. Think of this as... extra credit. I've got big plans for you, Amanda, but first I need to make you a more... suitable candidate."
He then pasted a rubber gag across Amanda's mouth, muffling her protests. Richards pulled the chain on an old engine hoist that slowly raised Amanda upright away from the table. On the wall in front of her was a large full-length mirror that looked to be taken out of a department store dressing room.
To her shock, Amanda was naked. Her petite, underdeveloped body was held in place with a series of metal bands around her wrists and ankles as well as her waist and neck and were attached to a rugged metal frame that held her vertical at least a foot above the ground.
A network of tubes and nozzles snaked across her body, all connecting to a large port placed between her shoulder blades.
Richards grabbed a large electrical control box and pushed the first of a series of buttons. "Let's get started, shall we?"
Mechanical pistons above Amanda lowered down a contraption made of hoses and sprayers cobbled together into a crude ring. It looked like it had been made out parts from an old car wash. The rig shuttered as started spraying a thick, black goop all over her body from her neck to her feet. Amanda struggled to avoid the strange substance, but was unable to budge from the restraints.
The goo quickly solidified into a dull black rubber, making it look like Amanda was wearing a wetsuit. Richards quickly went to work, attaching what looked to be a garden hose into the port in the back of the suit. Amanda strained to see in the mirror where the hose led and saw a makeshift pump and a large reservoir filled with gallons of liquid the color of silly putty.
"For your own benefit, please keep an watch of yourself in the mirror," Richards said. "It'll make what about the happen easier to comprehend."
Richards pulled a cord and started the pump. The noisy motor began chugging away and started pumping the mystery material into the suit. Amanda squirmed as she could feel the vein-like tubes pulse with the flow for the pump and shivered as the cool liquid came into contact with her warm skin.
Slowly the rubbery suit began to stretch and swell as it inflated with liquid. Her shape filled out some all over, but the bands and nozzles kept most of the liquid confined to her chest and hips, giving her the look of a vinyl blow-up doll.
Was this what all this was about? Some sort of rubber/inflation fetish, Amanda thought to herself. Beneath all the confusion and fear, she kind of liked the way her body looked, even if it wasn't real. She'd always wanted to be more shapely. She might have even agreed to indulge him in something like this had he asked, but now she was frightened for her very life.
"Your shape now is far more pleasing," Richards commented coldly. "But your stature leave a lot to be desired. Let's work on that now."
Richards latched the bottom of the frame to the floor and began raising the chain hoist. As the hoist pulled, it expanded the metal frame upward, pulling Amanda like a medieval torture rack.
Amanda's whole body had gone numb from the chill of the liquid; which meant she felt no pain from the pulling, only tension and pressure. Strangely, her body didn't offer much resistance and seemed to stretch longer and longer to the rhythm of the clattering chain.
She looked down and saw her feet pulling farther and farther from her until the swelling breasts of the suit obscured her vision. Looking in the mirror Amanda saw the restraint bands keeping her limbs in proper proportion while the added liquid filled out her shape, keeping her from looking skinnier than it already was. When it finally stopped Amanda looked almost a foot taller.
"Much better," Richards said reaching for his control box. "I think we've gone far enough for one day. Let cure the material."
Richards flipped a switch on the box. Amanda shut her eyes as an array of bright heat lamps all around her snapped to life. Sweat began to pour down her face as the temperature rose rapidly. Suddenly the cold liquid under the suit became burning hot. Amanda gave muffled scream under her gag as she felt the liquid searing her skin. Oddly she could also seem to feel the suit as well, as if she was feeling through the liquid.
The lights turned off, instantly dissipating the pain. As Amanda hung panting from the ordeal, another sprayer ring descended around her squirting a warm, foul-smelling blue solvent that dissolved the rubber suit, as well as her gag.
As pieces of the suit flaked off and ran down the floor drain Amanda could see bits of flesh revealing itself. Flesh she didn't have before. As the last of the suit melted away she saw the the liquid had solidified and become part of her body.
Round, D-cup breasts hung from Amanda's once flat chest. They looked totally natural with none of the of the pulling and bunching of implants. Even her nipples looked notably bigger. While her waist looked largely unchanged, Amanda's hips now flared wildly outward, looking wide and round with presumably an ass to match. She could see the points of her pelvis poking out in the right places, confirming that the process had reshaped her bones as well as her flesh. Her fuller arms and legs finished off her voluptuous new figure.
"Very nice," Richards said pulling a ratty old measuring tape out of his pocket. "Now, let's check my work."
He quickly stretched the tape from head to toe and assessed his findings "Height: 5'6"; a gain of 11 inches. Much better, but still far too short for my tastes."
Richards then circled the tape around Amanda's new breasts. She felt a tingle of pleasure as the fabric tape glided over her nipples and pulled snugly around her new endowments.
He followed with an survey of her waist and hips.
"36-24-36; a perfect baseline. These proportions will give me much more to work with next time."
"Next time," Amanda thought, exhausted and confused. What does he mean "next time?"
"You know, Amanda. If we were to stop right here, you could be a knockout model. Every magazine in the world would kill to get a body like yours on the cover. However, for what I have planned this was only a small first step."
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