Looking Swell

My name is Victoria Hanley and recently I've earned myself £83000 pounds. I told the bank that it was compensation for a mistake that could have seriously effected my health. Now this isn't strictly true, but the bank would not have believed me, had I told them the truth. Even now the whole experience seems unbelievable, even to me.

It began about three weeks ago in the library where I work, at about 3 p.m. on a Tuesday. Some of the local kids where returning some books after school and as usual they were making too much noise, so as usual I told them to be quiet.

"Be quiet yourself. Pipe cleaner!" cried out one particularly unruly boy. I glared at him (I'm good at that), and he almost instantly shut up. Now noisy children I can handle, but it's what he said that stuck in my mind. I was very skinny, in fact I looked unhealthy. I didn't consider myself unattractive though, I'd been told many times that I could light up a room with my smile and that I had a natural beauty about me. But in truth the only people who told me this were my friends and I hadn't been on a date in nearly a year. So the comment stuck in my mind. For the rest of the day I thought about what he had said and how I must look to other people. I had visions of me as a 5' 8" stick insect stalking around with my clothes hanging about my twig like frame like sails on a ships mast. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly.

By the time I got back to my flat I was miserable. I turned on the TV and slumped onto the sofa only to see the beginning titles to Bay Watch flash up on the screen. Seeing the curvy bodies slowly jogging through the waves only made me feel worse. This is why I didn't get dates anymore. Men wanted shapely women with large breasts and not gangly ones who wore B cup bras. I decided to raid the fridge for something sweet in a vain attempt to lift my spirits, but tonight even a two litre tub of chocolate ice cream was not enough. The truth is I could have eaten twenty tubs of the stuff and not put on a single ounce of weight, my metabolism legendary amongst my friends. As if to make matters worse it was my aerobics class on a Tuesday night. The idea of leaping about surrounded by lycra clad ladies did not appeal to me that evening. Besides, I was the only woman in the class who didn't go to lose weight, I only went to keep fit. I ate more junk food and then went to bed.

I arose next morning in a similar mood. However, halfway through breakfast I saw an advert in the local paper. Looking Swell was the name of the company and the sales blurb read as follows: "Do you wish you had a body like Pamela Anderson but have trouble attaining the perfect figure? If the answer is yes then we can help! Using a tried and tested treatment we can have you looking like a beach babe in under two weeks, or your money back. Call Today!" Now I'm not the sort of person who believes everything she reads, but in my frame of mind it seemed to be the answer to my problem. I called up and made an appointment for 1 o'clock that day as their office was only ten minutes from the library. My mood lifted immediately and I quickly got dressed for work.

I waited impatiently all morning for my lunch break and practically ran out of the library doors at 12.50. I excitedly made my was across town to Looking Swells' offices. I skipped up the steps into the reception to be greeted by an attractive blonde in a business suit. I introduced myself and she invited me to take a seat. We both sat down and she produced a folder and a small pot of cream.

"Well firstly my name's Laura and I'll be your own personal physique enhancement advisor. Now what I need to do is build up an idea of what you want to do with your body?" she said all this with a huge fixed smile and what sounded like an American accent. I told her what I wanted, basically a more shapely figure, but she didn't seem to be listening. She carried on with her sales pitch, producing before and after pictures from the folder, showing women miraculously transformed into amazon type beauties with firm rounded breasts and shapely hips. Laura then asked me my age and weight. I told her twenty four and nine stone, but she made no attempt to write it down and continued taking about the incredible service they could offer.
I was starting to get annoyed. "So how does it work?" I enquired trying not to sound rude.

"Well I'll show you" she said and opened the pot of cream, gently rubbing some onto the back of my hand. "This cream will help to improve your figure."

"How?"

"It will improve your skins elasticity and allow your figure to develop. Here look" she reached across and pinched the back of my hand, stretching the skin. My skin stretched out about two inches before snapping back into place. Laura looked almost as sup prised as me when it happened. Instantly her attitude changed and her smile became genuine. "Well," she said eagerly, "when would you like to start?"

"I'm still not convinced. And £500 is a lot of money..."

"I'm so sure that we can help you," she interrupted excitedly "that you can pay after the treatment, so that you can see the results." Now this sounded good. If they could get me a fuller figure in under two weeks I would happily pay them the money and if not I'd got nothing to lose.

"Okay. I'll give it a try so when do we start?"

"Right now" she beamed.

I arrived back at work with a big tub of the cream and a leaflet on how to use it. Before I had gone Laura had made me swallow an egg shaped tablet that would start the process and told me to visit her again next Tuesday at the same time. I hurried home after work eager to try out the cream. Stripping off my clothes I darted into the bathroom reading the instruction leaflet. "Apply the cream liberally to the torso, not forgetting to include the back and buttocks. Also cover the thighs and groin. This must be repeated twice daily" read the instructions. There were other details about not wearing a bra during the treatment and only dressing in loose garments but they could wait. I smeared the cream over my body ensuring that my slight frame was completely covered. Slipping into my dressing gown I went and made my supper. Later at about 11 p.m. I was in bed reading when I started to feel dizzy. My body felt suddenly warm and my breasts started tingling, exciting my nipples. I shook my head, trying to clear it and looked down at my chest. I couldn't be sure, but I thought that my bosoms looked very slightly larger.
"I'm being silly," I thought "it won't happen this quickly" I turned off the light and settled down to sleep.

The next morning I arose and walked into the bathroom half asleep. Running the water for a bath I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I was astounded at what I saw and promptly awoke. It was as if someone had inflated my chest overnight, expanding me by at least a cup size. Looking down I could see that my thighs and buttocks had swollen quite nicely too. I quickly got my tape measure and checked out my new chest dimensions. I had gone from a 36" B cup to a 38" C cup overnight. Wonderful! I quickly bathed and put more of the miraculous cream onto my torso, before eating breakfast and dressing for work. Remembering the instructions I put on a baggy dress and decided to go to work bra less (not that anything I had would fit now anyway).

The library was quiet on Thursday, so I spent most of it day dreaming about my new figure and what new clothes I would buy to show it off. I felt happy and contented. Sporadically I would feel hot and get tingling sensations around my chest and thighs, but I just figured that was part of the process. As was my increased appetite. I snacked out all day and cooked myself a big bowl of pasta when I got home after work. Following supper I measured my bust again. I was now a 38 D! Cupping them in my hands I examined my blossoming breasts further. They were firm and healthy, with no sign of any unfortunate effects from gravity. At about 11 o'clock I spread on more of the cream and then went to bed.

This pattern continued for the next four days. My figure swelled more and more as did my ability to eat larger and larger meals. Men started to notice me in the street , which at first made me a little self conscious of my appearance. However this soon wore off and I started to enjoy the attention. One problem, however was finding things to wear as the number of clothes in my wardrobe that I could squeeze into rapidly diminished as my body bloomed. I made a mental note to go shopping for some new outfits as soon as I stopped growing. I arranged with the library to have Tuesday afternoon off work so that if Laura said it was okay I would buy my new clothes then. After the weekend my now ample figure began to slow its expansion rate and by Monday afternoon had almost stopped. By then I had a 46" chest in an E cup and my figure was a classic hour glass shape, with my bottom and thighs nicely rounded. Regarding my new firm body in the bathroom mirror I was pleased with the amazon like appearance I had. I felt confident and happy.

Tuesday morning I ate a few pieces of toast for breakfast, as I seemed to have lost my appetite, and headed off to the library. At 12.30 I headed off to Looking Swell and proudly strode into the reception.

Laura recognised me immediately and gasped "Miss Hanley you look fantastic!"

I spun around. "And I feel wonderful!" I laughed.

"Well then. We'd better finish the treatment, unless you want to get bigger that is."

"No thanks," I smiled. "I'd like to start buying some new clothes that fit."

Laura laughed and told me to take a seat. She came back with some more pills which I swallowed and then explained that these would stabilise my figure. She also wanted to know what I was going to be doing that night. I told her about my aerobics class and she urged my to go as exercise would speed up the stabilisation process. Although I thought it strange that she wanted to know where the class was held and at what time, but told her anyway. When I mentioned the payment of the treatment fee Laura looked at me blankly.

"I'm sorry?" she said puzzled.

"You know. The £500 fee. You said I could pay after the treatment." I explained.

"Oh that" Laura replied. "There's no charge. Err... On the house I think the term is."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I thanked her and swiftly left the offices to embark upon an afternoons shopping. I managed to buy a pair of purple lycra tights with a matching crop top as my new aerobics gear before I started feeling hungry. My craving grew as I walked about town until I could bear it no more and headed into a McDonalds. I had eaten about 23 burgers before the craving went and by that time most of the clothes shops had shut. Feeling bloated and a little sick I went home. I was shocked that I could eat that much (as were the people in McDonalds) and decided that I would definitely be going to aerobics that night. My new outfit showed off my shapely body excellently and I couldn't wait to go. Rather than quietly joining in the exercises at the back I would be at the front showing off my attractive figure to the whole class. Wouldn't they be jealous!

A bronzed hunk greeted me at the leisure centre. I say me when in fact it was my breasts who he approached. "Hi. You're new here aren't you?" He smiled eyes transfixed.

"No. I come here regularly." I replied lowering my face to look him in the eye.

"Well I've never seen you before and I come here all the time. I'm a fitness instructor you see. And I've appeared on Gladiators."

"Really? And I thought you had to be a woman to be a cheerleader." I smirked and walked on past him to my class. "Well I'll... you know... see you later." He called after me trying not to sound like he'd just had his ego deflated. I had never received so much attention from men.

The class was full that night. There were a few new girls there who I didn't recognise but mostly I could identify the class. I seized the opportunity to stand at the front and the instructor started the class. She had us doing a simple warm up routine that normally was not a problem for me, but tonight I felt rather lethargic. I continued dancing for about ten minutes before I started feeling hot and dizzy. I stopped moving and put my hand on my forehead, wishing I hadn't gorged myself with burgers. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach and then involuntarily belched.

"Are you okay?" Asked the instructor "You look a little... Oh my!" Her eyes widened and she stopped dancing, fixing me with a look of amazement which caused some of the other ladies to stop and do the same. I heard several gasps of astonishment.

"What?" I asked looking around the room.

"Are you pregnant?" asked one lady.

"She's inflating!" I heard another cry. Startled, I looked at my reflection in one of the mirrored walls. Slowly but surely my belly was growing, swelling like a balloon. I looked about 4 months pregnant but was still expanding. The whole class was staring at me in amazement now and several ladies had gathered around me. "Do you feel all right?" enquired one.

"Wow. She's getting big." gasped another.

"From this side too" someone behind me added. Straining other my shoulder I looked down. My bum and thighs were also billowing out at a similar rate to my tummy. Another woman stepped forward and curiously prodded my distending belly before turning and giggling to her friend. I could now see the expanding horizon of my stomach spreading out beneath my chest and had to lean back to balance.

"Somebody call a doctor. Please!" I urged starting to panic. A slim woman with short black hair wearing a pink unitard stepped forward.

"Calm down," she said with an American accent "I'm a doctor. You just need some fresh air. Come on I'll help you outside." And with that she guided me through the crowd and towards the door leaving the rest of the class to gossip about me. I walked in an ungainly manner through the door and towards the leisure centre entrance with the doctor supporting me. By the time I waddled through reception I looked about 8 months pregnant and could hear comments from the staff about my shape.

"How do you feel?" asked the doctor.

"I... am. Err..." is all I could manage in my confused state.

"Are you in any pain?"

"No. No I'm not"

"Good." she said with a contented smile. I squeezed through the doors into the centres car park, my body still expanding. By now my tights were starting to squeak as they couldn't cope with me getting any larger and were threatening to split. The doctor kept me moving although I was finding it harder and harder to continue staggering about. She tweaked my enormous belly with her thumb and forefinger, nodding to herself as the skin stretched.

"We'd better get you to the hospital" she said calmly. "What's happening to me? Am... I going to burst?" I spluttered.

"No. No. You've got plenty more room for expansion. It's just to be safe."

"But I'm getting too big! I won't fit in your car!" I now looked enormously pregnant with a big rounded bum and prodigious hips. "Don't worry," she replied manoeuvring me towards a transit van "I've come in that." The doctor helped me into the back of the van and eased me onto a mattress that was laid in the back surrounded by pillows. I was lowered onto my back and told not to move. I could feel my bottom continuing to swell beneath me and my beach ball size belly towered above me. The doc climbed into the driving seat and we set off. During the journey I heard a twang as my belly finally popped through my tights and continued to burgeon unhindered. Now my sides were starting to balloon outwards as well and I found it hard to remain lying on my back, especially as we went around corners. It was as if my midsection was becoming spherical. I could feel my legs lifting up from the vans floor and gradually being pushed apart as my groin started to expand downwards. I told the doctor to hurry but she just told me to keep calm. She also called someone on a mobile phone and spoke to them excitedly, occasionally looking over her shoulder at me, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. Finally the van stopped and the doc got out. I heard the van doors open but my now near spherical body obscured the view.

"Oh my! She's huge!" marvelled a voice that I recognised. Someone took off my training shoes, followed by my socks and then carefully they slipped off the remains of my tights. Two girls about my age hopped into the back of the van. They wore strange silver cat suits that were dotted with tiny lights. They squeezed around my expansive body and carefully rolled me forward. I felt another pair of hands helping from the other side, calling instructions to the girls as they manoeuvred me out of the transit. I felt like a large piece of furniture being unloaded from the van. A lady with a huge smile and wearing a similar cat suit to the girls loomed into view from behind my belly as I was lowered to the ground.

"Miss Hanley you're looking swell!" She beamed with an American accent and patted my copious girth.

"L.. Laura." I gasped.

"You are filling out nicely," she said stepping back to admire my enormous torso "with no signs of bruising either. Help Miss Hanley out of her top Tanya." The one of the girls stepped down from the van and carefully pulled the lycra top up over my head, letting my breasts pop out. The other girl dismounted and pressed a small bottle green pebble onto my belly, just above my dilated navel, where it seemed to stick. I glanced about nervously, tottering on my feet as my stance continued to widen, whilst the two girls fussed around me. We were in a large domed room with silver walls which had gently pulsing lights on them and what felt like a rubber floor. Looking around, I could see no doors. "Laura. Where are we? What are you doing to me? Please tell me!" I cried wobbling slightly.

"Oh, we're just ripening you up."

"Wha...?"

"Hush. We'll get you to the widening room and then I'll explain." And with that Laura clicked her fingers and the two girls stepped away from me. Suddenly I felt myself start to sink into the floor. Lower and lower I sank until everything went black.

Next thing I recall I was lying on my back in a mirrored room. I tried to move, but could only feel my hands and feet. looking to the ceiling I saw my reflection. My body was a huge sphere, nearly 5 feet wide, and I could just make out a tiny looking pair of feet and hands jutting out. My wonderful breasts had gone, absorbed into my enormous balloon like body that pressed up to my chin. Laura appeared to my left, running her hand over my taught skin. "You're nearly ready." She smiled.

"For what?" I asked feeling very scared.

"Don't worry," Laura said, stroking my cheek, "I'll explain everything." Laura and her associates, it so happened, didn't come from America, or even earth. They had travelled from another nearby galaxy to ours to help propagate their race, which was nearing its breeding season. Now this didn't happen very often. Once every 300 years in fact. This time, however, there was a problem. Their society was, in a way, similar to bees, with their only being one queen and many workers like Laura. A recent accident had stopped the queen producing the required goo which would fertilise the eggs. Now the next best thing to their alien queen was a human female, who, with a little genetic alteration, could produce the goo and save their race. They had been searching for several weeks until they found me. I was ideal it seemed so they began the process.

When she finished her explanation, I felt a little flattered, but tried not to show it. I was about to explain to her that on this planet we don't kidnap people and turn them into spheres, when the green pebble on my belly started glowing. Laura told me that I was ready and stepped away as several girls surrounded me. They examined my body and then produced what looked like a long pipe with a suction cup on the end that was placed over my belly button. The machine was turned on and the process started.

It's hard to explain what the sensations were like, only that they were very nice. I think it lasted about an hour, until they had emptied me, and I was back to near normal shape. By that time any anger I had felt earlier had gone. They were only trying to ensure the survival of their race and I was glad to help. Particularly as I was no longer my normal shape. Apparently I would be stuck with my new hour glass figure (36 24 36) as my body had retained a little extra mass from the process. I wasn't about to complain. They gave me some clothes to wear, and asked me were I wanted to be dropped off. It turned out that we were currently in orbit, which, after all the other revelations didn't supprise me. I gave them my home address and they beamed me down (don't ask how), just around the corner from it. Typically it was cold and raining, so I pulled up my collar and put my hands in my pockets as I scurried through the dark streets towards home. My hand touched an envelope and I stopped pulling it from the pocket. It read:

"Miss Hanley, we are sorry for the inconvenience that we have caused. Please find enclosed the profits from Looking Swell, as we have no use for money on our planet."

Inside the envelope was a bankers draft for £83,573 made payable to me. Passers by must have thought that I was mad, as I whooped for joy splashing in puddles like a child. Soaked to the skin I stumbled happily into my flat and threw myself exhausted onto the sofa. I was soon fast asleep, but not before I had planned the next days shopping trip.