atomicstgtf: ThickerClarissa still couldn’t believe she was going to go through with this. W
atomicstgtf: Thicker Clarissa still couldn’t believe she was going to go through with this. Was she really going to change her body so drastically? “Hell, think of the money,” she thought to herself. “No more credit card debt. No more student loans. I’ll have so much left over, too. I’m going to definitely need it for a deluxe gym membership.” “Is the camera working? Good. We’re all set, Clarissa,” said the doctor’s voice from a tiny speaker above her. “Whenever you’re ready.” Clarissa sighed and looked at her reflection in the two way mirror built into the wall in front of her. She couldn’t help but admire the sexy woman staring back at her. “Good bye, skinny,” she whispered under her breath. Clarissa cleared her throat. “Hello, my name is Clarissa Wright. I’m 26 years old. I am 5 feet, 2 inches and weigh 117.3 lbs. My subject number is 49F and I will be test attempt number five.“ “Here we go, Clarissa. Remember, there will be discomfort, try not to move and if anything goes wrong, we’ll get you out of there A.S.A.P. 3… 2… 1… commence,” the doctor could be heard flicking a series of switches through the crackling speaker. The small, blue, walk-in closet sized room Clarissa stood in started to hum. The walls pulsed different shades of blue and the temperature quickly began to climb. Clarissa gasped at the sudden suana-like atmosphere and began to sweat. Clarissa felt an odd wet warm sensation coming from her belly. It was as if someone was slowly pouring a bucket of hot water all over her waist. She looked at her reflection. She focused on her waist and noticed how her belly button looked bigger, deeper. “It’s starting,” she thought, almost panicking. She could see the faint outline of her six-pack fading under a small layer of… She didn’t want to say the word yet. Maybe the experiment wouldn’t effect her body that drastically. Maybe it wouldn’t look like she had put on too much… “Whoa,” yelped Clarissa. She felt light headed as another huge wave of heat shot through her. The hot water sensation spread rapidly from her stomach to all parts of her body. It flowed around her butt, down her thighs, through her calves and pooled around the soles of her feet. It moved up past her breasts, coursed through her arms, to the tips of her slender fingers, over her face, to the top of her head and washed down her entire backside. She felt like she was being slowly dipped into a boiling hot tub but there was no water in sight. Clarissa began to feel an added pressure on the soles of her dainty feet. Her cute butt was beginning to rub against her increasingly tight underwear. An awkward pinching sensation came from her waistband as more of her body began push outward. “Ok. This is going to suck,” she thought looking at her changing body. The reflection didn’t lie. Clarissa was getting bigger. Already gone was her thin trim waist; its toned tightness consumed by an increasing amount of intruding softness. Her hourglass shape was still there but the extra sand being added was a sign it wouldn’t be there much longer. Her legs swelled slightly and her larger thighs started touching more of themselves. Clarissa always felt they were a problem but now they were turning into an emergency. Her pert, round breasts changed shaped, filled to a bigger softer size and mushed together in her now uncomfortable stretchy top. The added weight made them droop, pulling the fabric downward showing a deepening cleavage. Her nice firm behind bulged and swelled to catch up to her widening hips. That’s when Clarissa felt her physique really start to change. Her tight and contained butt and muscular toned thighs were transforming into an out of control wide, plump pear shape. Her body was pushing out in all directions but her lower half was getting the worst of it. It didn’t stop there, though. Clarissa watched her trim face, mouth agape with shock, become rounder and fluffier. Her cheeks puffed up, sharp features were lost under extra skin and her no longer slender neck met an emerging double chin. She was hit with dismay when she closed her mouth and the faint extra layer under her jawline remained. Clarissa grew bigger and heavier all over and she squirmed when she felt the strange, alien feeling of more and more skin rubbing together. Her thick shoulders and upper arms pulled her frame downward and her back started to feel odd and heavy. She stood there flabbergasted as she realized what she was feeling was her body growing rolls. Clarissa watched in sadness as her once trim waist, turned small fat belly, inflated more, the growing pooch pouring out becoming dome-like. It pushed the too small underwear down exposing more and more of itself. It quickly crept forward with a life of its own, hanging out inches even surpassing her breasts. It oozed and flowed out to her sides, meeting her thicker hips, becoming a large plump muffin top. For five minutes, the room continued to pulse faster and faster, hotter and hotter. Clarissa stood there, eyes shut, afraid to look at her expanding, changing body any longer; the process seeming like an eternity. “Just a little bit longer,” said the doctor from the speaker. “Uh huh,” Clarissa croaked out. She could feel her rounded face move different as she spoke. The final minute of the process added so much more that Clarissa felt every part of her body change shape. Arms, waist, butt, face, breasts, hands, feet… nothing was safe, especially everything waist down. Her fattening thighs pushed her doughy legs further apart and her feet rubbed against the hot floor. She was becoming wide. Her shoulders followed, pushing outward and her thicker arms couldn’t help but brush against her flowing love handles and wide breasts. Her butt, thighs and hips continued to expand inch by inch, coated in a growing layer of thick, doughy flesh. Her ankles and calves tingled as they swelled and they soon perfectly matched her puffy feet. Hands felt different as she moved her swollen digits around. Her belly swelled larger as she could feel more of it rub against the strained elastic of her underwear bottom. Her boobs advanced another size, drooping and losing more of their nice shape and perkiness. Her backside rolls continued to squish more into themselves. The humming of the room stopped and the temperature returned to normal. The hot water sensation left her body, leaving her sweaty and warm. She panted deep and loud. “That was amazing, Clarissa,” said the doctor. Sounds of cheering and the popping of champagne bottle corks could be heard over the speaker. “We couldn’t have asked for better results. You did great. Thank you so much. We’ll be in there in shortly to retrieve you.” Clarissa slowly opened her eyes and looked at her stunned reflection. She could barely speak. “Oh my God. Look at me! Is that… I can’t be. There’s no way,” Clarissa said, staring in disbelief at her transformed self. The shocked, wide-eyed pudgy woman looking back at her had to be a trick. Maybe an optical illusion, like a fun house mirror. It had to be. Clarissa had come in as the “skinny girl.” She’d always prided herself on being so fit and thin. She never imagined she could look like this. Who was this stranger? How could that flabby person in the mirror be her? Clarissa only had to move her body slightly to see that the woman in the mirror was no lie. That was her large, round gut folding and forming rolls when she bent forward. She almost stumbled to the floor, her arms jiggling trying to compensate. She felt every pound pulling her former trim body down. She felt like she was carrying a set of heavy backpacks that were strapped to all sides of her. Except, there weren’t any backpacks. It was… “Fat. I’m actually fat,” she said slowly and quietly, gently placing a chubby dimpled hand on her round face. She was surprised how much more of her there was, easily grabbing onto a palm full l of squishy cheek pudge. She cried out a little when she felt up her rounder facial features and found no part that wasn’t effected by fatness. “What happened to me,” she asked in confusion at her overweight reflection. Curious, Clarissa clutched her fat gut and gave it a shake. She cursed out loud at how large, soft and doughy it felt in her hands. She was stunned at how it bobbed and bounced a half a second after she had stopped playing with it. “The results are being uploaded right now,” the doctor spoke. “Here, I’ll display them.” The two way mirror showed a list of dimensions and medical read outs. Clarissa’s eyes immediately darted to the only number that mattered. -172.6 lbs- “I gained over 50 pounds?!? That much?!? That’s why I look so bloated. Holy shit,” she yelled. She cautiously turned her heavier frame around, afraid of the damage. She marveled with a mix of shock and awe at her fatter body. It felt slower, more in the way of itself and there was no way she could hide how big she had gotten. “Damn! How is that my ass,” she asked, turning her head around feeling her double chin squish against her thick neck in the process. Her butt was undeniably her most affected attribute. It jutted out from her backside like a shelf made out of fat. She could feel how much heavier it was when she shifted her hips. With every movement, her wide, thick booty was trying to eat her too tight, stretched out underwear. Her hips and touching thick thighs were huge - any sense of muscle and slenderness she had were covered in inches of pudge. Her flabby domed belly looked like it belonged on someone pregnant. It stuck out further than her breasts and perched way over her underwear. Her perky average sized boobs had ballooned to twice their size but the added weight had softened and caused them to sag - their once perfect teardrop shape now resembled over inflated water balloons. Trim, toned arms were large and chubby and when she reached around awkwardly, she could pinch a healthy roll of back fat with ease. She cradled her wider face as she looked in the mirror. Her round, chubby cheeks and soft jawline no longer passed her off as the “skinny girl”. The door opened and two thin young nurses approached Clarissa to help her take her first fat steps to the doctor’s office. Clarissa, for the first time in her life, felt very self-conscious and wished she could have had something to cover her larger body with. “Wow. I even move different,” she said with a grunt, feeling her added weight pull her down with every step. She was full and heavy, her new mass and size was denying her usual graceful movement. Her pudgy feet and thick legs hit harder and quaked slightly, her quick confident strides replaced with slower unfamiliar plodding. With every step, her hips swung back and forth more aggressively and she blushed all over when she shot her hands back to contain her jiggling ass. “Project Thicker has made leaps and bounds today, Clarissa,” said one of the nurses cheerfully, trying to hide her obvious pity. “Don’t worry, honey,” the other nurse said, noticing Clarissa’s confused, troubled look. “We’ll get you back to your trim shape in no time and who knows? After you’re back to the old you, maybe you’ll want help us out in the future for an even bigger experiment.” -- source link