This choice: She walks to her kitchen, ready to treat herself to her favorite thing. • Go Back...Chapter #5She walks to her kitchen, ready to treat hersel... by: Goodnotgreat   Walking from her personal chem lab to her kitchen usually takes about seven seconds. Tonight, though, it took almost thirty. She was enjoying the way her new hips felt swaying back and forth, and the weight of her new ass rise and fall with each step she took. She was in a state of pure bliss. Each step toward the kitchen felt like she was swallowing something she should not have otherwise been able to, almost like she was consuming her own power. She didn't need to use her hand to know how wet she was. I wonder how long I'm going to keep turning myself on?, she thought.
Jess lived on the eighth floor of a very big apartment building, in an even bigger apartment complex. She converted the bedroom into her lab, and she got a fair amount of her materials from her place of work, a Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Laboratory a few miles away. She generally sleeps on her couch most nights, and researches her own projects in her Study, which is a dining room. She never needed a dining room. If she wanted to sit down to a meal, it wasn't to taste the craft someone put into making it, or to try a new restaurant with a concept. Eating server two purposes for Jess; basic nutrients to keep her alive, and to totally consume things. To make them a part of her that no one else will ever be able to have that thing. It could be a little thing like a coworkers lunch, or the last piece of candy in the vending machine, but it could be so much more. And until a little while ago, that was her main form of orgasms.
Looking around her kitchen, she had two thoughts; she wished she had more food, and she wish she had more mirrors. She opened her fridge and bent down to the bottom shelf first. Three lunches from various coworkers she was saving for the weekend, but this seemed like a good time. She turned and looked up at her ass cheeks rising up and smiled. "Ah!', she blurted out as her stomach growled again, angrier this time. This threw her off because she had never been so hungry it hurt before. The euphoria started to fade and reality started to set. What-if's started swirling around her head, so she left the food on the table and went to her clothes rack to see if she had anything that fit.
She quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on. God dammit. What if I'm poisoned? What if it's spreading? She grabbed some cheap panties and got them on, though her butt swallowed up most of the back. She loved the feeling for some reason but kept looking for pants, but they were all too slim. "A-ha" she said pulling out a black skirt she wore all of once. Of course that time it had been a mid-thigh and now it covered next to nothing. Again, she loved that her body was too much for her old things.
"I have to calm down," she told the mirror, "or I may fuck this up even worse. start with the accident..."
"The glass!!!" she remembered. She poked at the cut in her neck. Then again. Then again. There was no glass. She checked her hip. A cut, but no pain or glass.
She fell to the couch. first her expanding hips and butt, and now disappearing glass. She started putting her shoes on as she thought. She was in such deep thought that she didn't realize her feet hurt until she was walking to the door. She sat down and pried them both off and put them next to her feet. She was becoming less and less shocked by today; seeing her normally size 5s a good big toe length longer than her shoes was less of a concern and more of a puzzle piece she needed. She walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she had a thought. "It wasn't just that...they just grew faster! Oh, my god! I'm taller! I fucking GREW!"
She grabbed a lipstick out of the cabinet, stood against the wall across from the mirror, and drew a mark over her head. This is incredible! I have to try to do it again so I can take notes!
She hurried back to the kitchen, grabbed one of the lunches and ate it as fast as she could before the hungry pain returned. By the time the last bite hit her tongue she was back to a more level head. She grabbed the others and stretched herself out on her couch. She wanted to calm down, and enjoy these. "So, the chemicals exploded the glass and the glass stuck me. My hips and ass grew by the time I got to the bathroom. Could the glass...did the chemicals cause my body to rapidly absorb them shards into calories? That doesn't work. They would have had to alter the way my body reacts to anything that is introduced." She paused and finished the last of the food.
"Did I do it?"
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