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🕑 Added 2023-03-10 02:59:47 +0000 UTC"Hello? Anybody around? What am I doing today?" Amy asked the air as she looked around. When she first woke up in the endless industrial sprawl, she almost panicked. ALMOST panicked because years of toddler raising had completely fried her ability to freak out much at all. Instead she just... assessed her situation. She had been kidnapped at some point, extracted from her home. Her neighbors didn't like her, her friends were mostly online, and her kids were off at college and RIGHT at the part where test season picks up, so it might be a while before anyone noticed the fact that she went missing.
Time was a bit hard to keep track of but it had to have been at least a week already. In the meantime, some ambiguous project was putting her through her paces, making her run obstacle courses and work on various machines. She was trying to comply, hoping to avoid angering whoever it was, and maybe, just maybe, inducing a bit of Lima syndrome through friendliness alone, but she'd still never seen another soul.
Just expensive equipment. Expensive equipment that seemed downright wasteful given that she was a little "doughy" and a lot "almost fifty" these days. She wasn't sure what they thought her body was going to do.
She had complied enough with the rules given to her, not too surprising giving her canine background. Years of the daily grind have taken a toll on the once bubbly pup, it was high time to restore some of that once more. It had been far too long since something thrilling had happened to her and so it was long overdue, her captors were well aware and keen on bringing her beyond her old peak.
A loud BUZZ echoed through the chamber indicating it was feeding time, typical eggs and bacon but with an unusual biscuit this time. In shape of a doggy bone that had a note with it. 'A special treat for a good girl.’ As patronizing as it was suspicious.
Amy rolled her eyes, but ate nonetheless. Really being treated like a particularly well behaved animal wasn't THAT different from being treated like a secretary, and she'd have been fired years ago if she wasn't able to shrug off the occasional... objectification. Besides, she WAS hungry, and whatever this was had to be relevant to why she was here.
Also, it was delicious.
REALLY delicious. As soon as it touched her tongue she saw stars and slurped it down, feeling a tingle in her mouth with every crunch.
In retrospect, she hoped it wasn't narcotics, but she hadn't managed to come up with that thought until her belly was already full and she was flashing a thumbs up and a thank you to any dark corners that looked like they might contain cameras.
When she had first been taken, by the time she had woken up her usual clothes were gone and replaced by some sort of spandex like jumpsuit that was replaced regularly. It hugged tightly to her form, emphasizing her chest and ass, as well as the small tummy she sported. The stretchy fabric also served a purpose beyond simply covering her assets.
It spread and tickled at her before repeating again and again, each more intense then the last. An itch at her skin with her responding to it only for it to satisfy a bit TOO much upon scratching at it. "Mmmph..." she softly moaned to herself.
Amy stepped further into the room, trying to check her arm, peeling back the jumpsuit as she looked at one of the mirrors on the far wall. Could she be breaking out in something? As she scratched, it looked mostly normal, blonde fur right where it always was, skin not any more or less worn than usual.
Well, not any more, it did look a little tighter actually.
Come to think of it, she did feel a bit tight around the chest. She supposed she hadn't milked herself in a while, although even if her production never really stopped it hadn't been high enough for her to actually swell up in years.
Her chest should... definitely not be that big. Or... perky. Hmm. Maybe the bone was full of drugs. She could imagine either narcotics making her feel so good just touching herself, or hallucinogens to make her look... like how she didn't.
The moment she tugged at the zipper around her neck line did a tickle of delight shoot upwards and into her mounds as they BWOOMPHED up a size larger then and there! The sight in the mirror made her LEAP on the spot as they bounced and jostle in their comfy attire. Finally, something was happening that wasn't all sterility and gloom. Her perky pups too began to itch as her hands crawled up her frame to gently cup at them. The moment she did was she bathed in a wave that tickled both her mind and body.
None the wiser as she was lost in this sensation did her body begin to inch upwards, marks along the mirror taking note when she came off this buzz. The viewers beyond the looking glass grinning at the first success of the many tests to come.
"Ah-ha-hooooooo..." Amy struggled to form words as she moaned, massaging her chest as she milked herself, mind racing as she realized she was as perky as she was when 19, as productive as when she was 30, and as big as the two added together. She hadn't yet noticed her height change, it was something her mind would never assume, and there wasn't quite enough going on in the room to make it unmistakeable.
"Is- is there something I can do to earn another biscuit?" Amy didn't MEAN to punctuate with a very canine whine, but she hoped her captors... borrowers... would be into it.
Already being quite large already, it was easy for her to pass the eight foot mark as she gently teased and tickled at her own body. Her hands being filled by her own breasts as they slowly fell into her palms as they loosened to the point of nearly slipping out! Through her squinted eyes she saw words begin to scroll right to left along the mirror. "Step 1: Enjoy. Step 2: Receive." There was another THUNK as a slot opened up in front of her face and something BUMPED her on the nose.
Another biscuit for her very own. It seemed they wanted her to have more than just personal time now that some kind of results were showing. That or the person in charge of dispensing these wanted a bit of a show.
Amy swallowed it down, the tingle even more delicious now that she knew what it was for, and she stared at her body in the mirror, not wanting to miss even a microscopic change.
And the changes were far, so incredibly far from microscopic. The bags under her eyes vanished, her cheeks raised, her eyelashes brightened, her lips swelled, her face was rapidly aging in reverse. No, more than that, she'd never been this effortlessly pretty. She'd used makeup, facemasks. This was effortless, just herself and a smile.
It happened all over her, her entire body simply TIGHTENED. Her fur became sleek and glossy, her muscles tightened up and regenerated fibers, her ass cheeks got just a little higher and just a lot bubblier, even her tail had more fluff. Her chubby frame was now simply, as the kids say, thicc, all curves and shapeliness.
She looked twenty years younger and forty surgeries hotter, and just touching her face almost made her cum on the spot.
"MORE! MORE!" She moaned.
The rejuvenated mom dog SLAMMED herself against the glass and gently rubbed herself against it with need. Switching from her swollen chest to her wobbly peached shaped ass, the cooler surface perfectly mixed with her heated body. "Thank you! THAAAANK YOUUU~ ♫'' she sang to whomever blessed her with the body she had lost and yearned for all while also relishing everything that was new! She was even ready to kiss at her reflection, in both admiration of herself and in thanks to whoever had given her this improved body.
Out of the corner of her eye did she spot one of the view pieces of equipment that was always free for her to fool with. A sturdy yoga ball that she enjoyed bouncing on. The dog side of her had a preference for it but now with her so hot and bothered, she looked at it in a different sort of light. She was going to bounce on it and then some as she grazed herself between the legs as she licked at her chops.
Amy lay back on the stability ball, really stretching out her body and grinning as her back arched dramatically, putting her head and feet on the floor bent backwards. She decided to be responsible and stretch before she worked out, raising her leg as far as it would go... and finding herself making a mess as her chest got in the way.
Really, her chest was quite a problem, given how enormous it was and how she almost came every time she touched it.
A wonderful, wonderful problem.
She decided to focus on her lower body, choking up a bit and lying on her back off the ball before doing hamstring curls, pawpad toes curling in on the ball and pulling it underneath her. With every pull, her jumpsuit got mashed tighter into her crotch, the outline of a gloriously plump camel toe constantly jumping into the air.
She only lasted a minute before her body burned all over in the most delightful way. Soft whines came with every breathe the entire time as naughty thoughts filled her mind. While she looked and felt the part of being younger she knew well enough the importance of stretching else she risked harming herself. Though that all gave way the moment she stopped her stretching and flipped herself over onto the comfy ball. "C'mere you, momma has her needs..." she grunted as she shimmied it beneath her and gently bounced in place. Soft rubbery surface against her groin as she began to bump against it.
Just once as enough to send shivers into her and have her SWELL up several inches at once. It was like the ball she had to blow up herself was returning the favor as she dry humped against it.
Amy zipped her jumpsuit ALL the way down, massive tits still holding it on her as she traced a hand down her deep cleavage and felt how soft her tummy was... and how much everything still tingled. She reached her hand inside, going to the very bottom of her outfit, and tucking her hand... down below. Just touching her lips made her vision swim, and she took a deep breath.
Amy put one finger on her clit, and YELPED, cumming explosively. She gushed down her own thighs, more volume than she'd seen in some bukkakes... And she just felt better.
More pleasured. More energized. More hungry. More greedy. It was the best orgasm of her life and she was already ready for another one. Or five.
Nine feet plus and counting as the golden husky howled sweetly to herself after a well earned warm up. Still bouncing in place to help maintain the loving buzz she felt between those cushy legs of muscle and fat. Wanting a bit more she ROLLLLLED outwards, hands stretched out to prop her up to better grind against it. As she did the tiles below moved and shifted and OUT popped an entire stack of those delightful biscuits for her to enjoy.
She could feed, grow, and hump all the same time. Like instincts of old could she assert dominance onto this inanimate object. "Ohhh honey, you are too kind to me~" she mused as she licked one up then and there.
Something was strange about this one. She was already back in her prime and made up like a movie star, so part of her wondered what another biscuit could even do. Especially since the tingle this time was much more intense.
Turns out she was ready to grow outwards. Her muscles grew, a pair of hefty biceps swelling on her arms as her thighs plumped up and her butt got even wider. She felt like she could run a marathon and immediately hopped back on the ball, starting to do pikes on it, throwing her tail up into the air as high as it would go and pulling off the most difficult exercise she could think of.
It was effortless. She wasn't even working up a sweat.
Amy almost, ALMOST hesitated, wondering if she really needed that much strength.
But only almost.
She ate the dozen remaining biscuits all at once, chowing down at top speed... and QUINTUPLING the dose of the drugs that had already made her perfect.
The moment the last of those crumbs were consumed did she CHOMP and bare her teeth. She knew this time around she was changing and rising vertically, she paused her routines with the ball and simply stared at it with awe. The moment she took to notice it dwindling against her touch did she HUFF and PUFF, panting as if she had just ran a hundred miles. She was tired by no means but this collection of power within her was burning like a roaring engine!
"Yes, YES, YES!!!" Amy chanted as she ecstatically began to strip on the spot as she gazed into the mirror to enjoy the sight that was her becoming MORE.
It was difficult to describe what was happening to her body. The carvings of Michaelangelo might have tried, but marble was far softer than what she was building, and mere statuary could never be so sculpted. If Shakespeare had ever visited a jungle tribe and fallen in love with a seven foot warrior woman, the words he invented chasing her heart MIGHT have told people of Amy's strength and power. If Euler, Leibniz, and Newton got together to watch her run, the equations flashing in their mind and making it to their pages might have contained the sublime numerical perfection she was building.
But then the SECOND biscuit hit and she left it all behind.
After twelve, she had become something that could only be described by what she wasn't.
She wasn't so swollen that her flexibility had been damaged. She wasn't obligated to show her full mass if she kept her muscles relaxed. She wasn't clothed. She wasn't possible to look away from.
The instant she tricked to flex or strike a pose at her own reflection did her body rebel but PUSHING her upwards and wracking her brain. An entire foot at a time as she shuddered in place like a hound left out in the cold rain. A loving trill from her lips as she looked down at herself, then trying to spot whoever was beyond the glass as she personally thanked them beyond what she could see. Her ass BLOATED and her thighs followed shortly after to maintain the cushy mom shape still throughout it all.
11...12...13...14 feet and counting as she could barely muster the words of happiness to express herself. Only that she knew it was all worth it was she was well on her way to becoming a Goddess.
"Ahhhh... this is the happiest I've ever been," Amy picked up the exercise ball from before, looking at it with wonder as it had seemingly shrunk to the size of a dodgeball before her newly amazonian form. "Y'know what? I don't even care what you guys wanted me for. Even if you try to mind control me or something later, this was worth it. All my back pain is gone, all the fatigue, I feel like I could do anything..."
Amy rocked on her paws, feeling her weight under her. She was massive, REALLY massive, but she could tell her frame was packed with enough strength to fling around her body like it weighed nothing. She tried to estimate how much force she'd need properly before bouncing on her toes... and rocketing herself six feet in the air, spinning around in mid air and landing on her hands, doing a couple completely vertical pushups before balancing herself on one arm and giggling as the sheer size of her tits fought with their preternatural perkiness to try and reach her face with gravity now pulling them the other way.
Seeing her own feats of strength was another turn on in of itself and combined with the stunning reflection of her in the mirror, left her with a wave of self dersire! Switching hands to do another session of pushup whilst upside down left her starring at her chest as her free hand went to grope it. A small whine escaped her lips as lust cut through concentration. The onlookers would go on to watch a strange balancing act of Amy trying to maintain her pose while trying to tease and please herself in the strangest of poses.
Amy lowered herself closer to the ground, and pushed her tail against the floor, letting her body come to rest on it and enjoying how even the part of her least made for support could hold her massive new form. She dedicated her newly freed hands to giving her pussy some attention, fingering her clit with a moan as her biceps crushed into her chest and started to squeeze out her milk, quickly soaking her front in more ways than one.
Warning buzzers began to blare, enough to surprise even Amy amidst her moment of glory. Whatever the onlookers wanted they seemed to approve of as several of the fogged paneled sunk into the floor to make way for several more gear suited for testing. From a pile of big rig tires, 14 feet tall and weighing 12,500 pounds marked out by chalk. To more familiar looking contraptions like that of a speed bag attached to a sturdy machine, each varying in size to whomever they accommodated. Another looked like a hydraulic press with a bench press beneath it, various warning signs around it a the piston was that of an inverted pyramid that stretched to the very ceiling!
Several options were already given and yet still more appeared as another tray of those wonderful biscuits rose on a stand not far from where Amy was enjoying herself.
Amy grabbed the plate of biscuits, tucking them into her cleavage for later, her perky chest holding them nicely stable as she stepped up to the tires first. She wanted to see what she had now before really pushing it. "Oh cool! Something as big as I am. I wonder if I could use them as a dummy for dance practice." Amy reached down and grabbed the chained together tires around the middle, picking them up and doing a few steps of a waltz with them, before 'twirling' her partner and tossing them into the air... going just a little too fast and causing the chain to snap from the sudden acceleration, sending tires cascading down everywhere. "Oops, huh..." Amy said flatly, fingers idly grabbing a biscuit and shoving it almost unthinkingly into her mouth.
A different flavor this time, with a hint of beef to it. Enough to make the playful pup stop from picking up one of the tires that had scattered from the other three. Fishing out another of the biscuits just to see, taking a few seconds longer as she groped at herself. Tiny in her hands but still able to make out the imprint of 'x4' on it. At first she was confused, only to put the pieces together a moment later, since her body was getting bigger that meant she had to be getting larger doses to see the same effect. But she had yet to feel the effects of the last one, goodness knows at this point how they actually worked. But the anticipation alone was enough to wrack her brain with excitement.
Amy decided to give the speedbag some attention. It was about moving fast rather than hard, so she figured being gentle and a little playful with it would be appropriate. It wasn't like she had ever fought anybody anyway, she barely knew how to throw a punch. Since they apparently were a little slower anyway, Amy crammed down another biscuit to 'make sure she didn't lose it' while savaging the bag.
She smacked it, then she smacked it again, confirming it could at least take a gentle prodding before curling her hands into fists and just focusing on getting her arm into the bag as fast as possible. It felt like hitting air, but the bag bent and shook and flew back from her so she had to be doing something right. Amy focused on accelerating, faster, smoother, like a real boxer. Her body started to move so fast her own arms looked like a yellow blur to her...
Then, with a sudden feeling of vertigo, they didn't. She could see every movement of her sinew. The bag she was pummeling moved in slow motion, exterior rippling and groaning with every swing. Amy was so startled she immediately fell back to normal time.
Tentatively, she started on the bag again, focusing on the feeling from before, again time slowed down, and this time she found she could maintain it. She grinned widely, hitting the bag one way then repositioning herself to the other side as it moved in slow motion, hitting it immediately back. Faster and faster she moved until from an outsider's perspective it looked like she hit it from every side at once.
Naturally it exploded when she did this, but she needed the excuse to drop out of superspeed.
The POP was enough to make her feel guilty in the moment only to twist her face in bliss as the adrenaline and power of the biscuits reminded her of the power brimming within that God shaped body of hers. "Sorry..." she said with honest shame about it, only for her body to reward destruction with raging hormones and all new spurts of size. Try as she might to FLEX and contain the burning in her form did she break and softly whine to the pleasure it gave off. Her hormones begging for other things that no mear tool or workout equipment could satisfy.
Amy looked around desperately for something to do, dashing around the room, a case of the zoomies whipping up galeforce winds that barely tousled her fur and jiggled her chest once she stopped. She dropped to the ground and rolled around a bit, clutching her tail, trying to find a more relieving position. Eventually she got up again, balancing herself in a handstand... then on one hand... then on one finger. She couldn't get relief from the sheer STRENGTH inside her from any of it. And she could feel it still growing, the potential inside her still rising.
She caught a drip on her nose, her puffy pussy just as needy as the rest of her, it had been drooling down her thighs for a while, while she focused on her strength, but now it was dripping to her face, the scent of her newly intensified pheromones almost making her sneeze just from the force of them.
"Hnnnng..." Amy let out a surprisingly feral whine as her entire body twitched with need. She righted herself and picked up another massive barbell and twisted the steel bar around, feeling almost nothing. She STRIPPED the weight off of it, hands pulling through steel, as she tried to curl the end into something fun, making a makeshift dildo to press against her lips. She managed to slide the metal inside, the cold bar a little unpleasant, but she barely made it halfway to her G-spot before a single TWITCH of pleasure had her clamp down... and rapidly spill twisted, molten steel all over herself, glowing red metal dripping down her legs as she pouted. She was a thousand times hotter than her 20 year old self and a million times healthier, but time was having a laugh at her anyway; even with all her youthful energy back, if she tried to pin down a guy this time, they'd end up as a smear on the bedsheet…
Well…
Assuming the drugs only worked on her anyway.
Otherwise…
“Hey guys, I wanted to say thanks again, really I did,” Amy smiled brightly at the mirrors, half the figures behind them already gone in panic, one eagerly licking the window… probably the one responsible for going so overboard. “But I think I need to take these to go, got to find a guy, y’know? Check on the kids, maybe give them some medicine?”
Amy’s answer came in the form of a hail of high caliber bullets showering across her neck and shoulders.
“Fantastic, see you later then!” Amy brushed a few shells off of herself, politely sweeping them to the side before taking off.
Oh, she’d definitely be back…
But first she needed to recruit some test subjects of her own.
