Suddenly, an alarm sounded shocking me out of my observations. Large garage doors descended down in front of the glass walls. All the other girls looked as frightened I did, except for the girl in cell 5. She looked like she'd seen this all before.
Soon I was shut away, out of sight from the others.
Before long I could hear yelling in cell number one next to mine, but I couldn't make out what was being said. After that I heard aloud buzzing noise and screaming. And after that, silence.
I was terrified. What had happened to her? Was she dead? What was going to happen to me?
Soon I could feel a rumbling under my feet like huge gears turning. Then the back wall of my cell opened up to reveal a machine with a large antenna-like dish on it. A large speaker sat on the machine.
"Hello, Amanda"
The voice from the speaker sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it in my fearful state.
"Who are you?! What do you want?!" I screamed.
"What do I want? I want to make you beautiful." The voice spoke with a calm tone that didn't betray any mood or intention. His voice and words instantly struck me with the terror that I wasn't going live much longer.
"Let me go! You can't keep us here!" I yelled with a ll the rage I could muster.
"Such a temper. Maybe you'll be in a better mood after your nap."
With that the intercom snapped off and the machine started to hum with electricity.
Suddenly a deafening buzz fulled my ears making me shudder like I had a migraine headache. Then my entire body started to feel hot and at the same time numb like I'd received a giant shot of novocaine. I tried to scream, but I couldn't even hear myself over the noise. I strove to keep my bearings in the midst of this onslaught, but I soon fell to the floor and passed out.
...
White light slowly filtered into my consciousness as I opened my eyes and noticed I was back in my cell. I was alive and I felt fairly at ease. I don't think that guy did anything to me, but what had actually happened?
As I sat up and tried to clear my head I noticed the garage doors in front of the glass were gone and I was laying on a futon mat that must have been in here while I was out. I also saw that my flimsy patient's gown had been replaced with frumpy green pajamas. I slowly worked my way to my feet.
Walking around, I felt woozy; like I couldn't coordinate my legs. I tried to look down to see my feet, but I couldn't. My breasts were in the way.
I squeezed my boobs through my shirt. They felt huge and strained at the front of the unisex top. Running my hands over my body, everything felt out of proportion. My butt seemed to stick out more and my legs felt like they'd been stretched out. What the hell was going on?
Looking at the glass I found a smudge where I'd pressed my nose up against it the day before. But it was easily three inches below where my nose was now.
I angled my body around until I could catch a faint reflection of myself in the glass.
My breasts looked to be a large D cup now, not outrageously big but huge compared to what I was used to. My butt looked a fair bit rounder, and shifting some I could see my hips and thighs were a lot fuller than before. I pulled up my shirt a little and saw that my waist looked firmer and even a little narrower, but maybe that was just an illusion from the bigger boobs and hips. Even my hair seemed a little longer and fuller.
I sighed sadly to myself. I had the hourglass figure I'd always dreamed of and couldn't bring myself to enjoy it.
Under different circumstances I would've paid or done almost anything to look like this, but trapped in this weird, perverted prison I could barely appreciate it.
I peered out into the cells to see if any of the other girls looked different and sure enough they all had the same ugly green pajamas on that I did.
I looked next door to cell 1. The girl inside looked nervous as she paced back and forth. She was easily a couple inches taller than she was before. She was slouched forward, but I could still see her top was tented by small A cup breasts that weren't there before.
The girl in cell 3 looked downright huge. She had to be at least 6'3" now with several inches of wrist and ankle sticking out from the cuffs of her undersized pajamas. Her breasts hadn't grown and much a mine, but still looked like a solid C cup now. All in all she now had the athletic build of a pro volleyball player.
Cell 4's occupant didn't look all that much taller; maybe and inch at the most. What stood out were her breasts, which were huge before but now they were absolutely massive. I'd never seen boobs that big on anyone except the most silicone-crazed porn stars. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor enamored with how they spilled over her folded arms. She'd bounce up and down and watch how these basketball-sized masses wiggled to a stop. I was almost as hypnotized as she was.
The girl in cell 5 looked about the same size as me even though she was a bit bigger than me yesterday. And despite all these radical changes she still looked completely bored. I wonder what her deal is.
After examining everyone my thoughts returned to my fate. Why was this happening? What was going to become of us? Were we going to continue growing bigger? When would it stop? What would happen then?
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