39. Month 3 Part 5

J. Month 3
Written By Laristopa .

Thank you guys for opinions of Candy’s body! Let’s see how she changes after this encounter with Doctor Frank and a familiar-faced nurse.

P.S. We are currently planning to give the site an overhaul, just like Chris Evans to Cammi Swallows (for now) So if anyone has any thoughts, comments or opinions about it, please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you :)

Candy stood in a narrow and secluded alleyway next to a full, rotting dumpster. She looked skeptically at the business card clutched in her hand. ‘Lenoir Solutions LLC.’ It matched a handwritten cardboard placard taped to a rusted metal door in the middle of the alley. She considered her options while using her offhand to hold her nose and shield herself from the stench of garbage. Her mother had warned her to be careful before dropping her off, and multiple red flags were waving in her head...but...she had to trust Logan, right?

She stared at the placard with its nearly illegible script scrawled across it: ‘Lenoir Solutions LLC.’ Candy worked to rationalize it in her head. Logan would never put her in harm's way or send her somewhere sketchy! On the contrary, he had just given her the first of many opportunities to be a star! If being a star and doing whatever Logan wanted meant receiving a consultation for breast augmentation from a...less than orthodox place, Candy was ready to do it.

She shifted her legs and felt soreness deep within her hips and a stickiness still gumming up her vagina. The lingering effects of stardom, no doubt.

With her resolve tempered and nerves partially settled, Candy slipped the business card into her tiny clutch and mentally prepared herself to face whatever was through the door. She attempted to smooth out the skimpy lycra outfit clinging to her body. She sighed. Entering her mother’s dilapidated car with just a see-through robe after filming wasn’t the best idea. She just wanted to hit the road and fulfill Logan’s request ASAP and in the process forgot to retrieve her clothing from the set! Thankfully, digging through the piles of dirty laundry and trash in Linda’s van yielded a wrinkled, somewhat clean pink microskirt and a tiny strip of pink fabric fashioned into a deeply plunging crop top. Candy’s blonde curls tickled the thin shoulder straps of the top, and she stood on clear, sky-high stripper heels. Her nipples pressed into the top, and a crusty stain on the interior crotch area of the skirt felt familiar and comfortable scratching against her pubic mound. The outfit was the perfect mix of whore and trailer trash that made Candy feel right at home in the dilapidated alleyway.

Casting one last suspicious glance around her, Candy approached the rusted door and tugged at the metal handle. The heavy door shifted with a hollow *clang* and swung towards her.

Inside was a long, narrow hallway bathed in artificial light. A line of fluorescent yellow lights illuminated tan walls and a semi-glossy tiled floor. In the distance was a pair of wooden double doors and a left turn leading further into the unknown.

Candy froze in the doorway. Cool, clinical air wafted from the sterile hallway and sent a shiver down her spine before visibly hardening her nipples against the Lycra crop top. The only sound was the low, consistent buzz of electricity. Standing before the liminal corridor, Candy felt her heart rate quicken and her legs begin to quiver. The sunshine and warmth of the outside world urged her to turn around and leave the hallway, the door, and the alley behind. The conflict in her head between fear and submission, between safety and following orders, was an impossible contradiction for Candy to reconcile. Was it better to embrace her learned fragility and run for her life or step inside and embrace submission to Logan’s order? She took sharp gasps of air while her thoughts ran quickly in her heavily altered mind.

Before Candy could make a rational decision, a young woman poked her head from around the left turn at the end of the hallway. Even from a distance, Candy felt the woman was familiar. Whether it was her stance, her walk, her aura, or whatever, Candy just knew she had met this person before but couldn’t quite put her finger on where. The young woman approached slowly and non-threateningly with a warm smile. Her tennis shoes tapped lightly against the tile, and she wore blue scrubs. The young woman was skinny with fairly nonexistent curves. She had a pretty face with green eyes, and her blonde hair was tied in a long braid. With Candy’s heels on, the young woman was around her height.

When she was halfway down the hallway, the woman stopped and looked down at her clipboard. She spoke with a melodic voice brimming with excitement, “You must be Miss Swallows! You’re in the right place. I’m so sorry about the...accommodations. We’re currently renovating the main office, so we have to make do with—well, I call it ‘The Dungeon.’ I saw you on the camera. You came to the back door, silly!”

The woman pointed to the ceiling, and Candy traced her eyes up to a blinking red dot that she had previously overlooked. Candy then glanced at the doorframe and felt relief spread through her body. This was the back door! It all made sense now! She felt silly! What kind of reputable medical clinic would have a disgusting alley as their building?

The friendly, non-threatening, and familiar young woman; the security camera; and the assurance that this was not the real entrance or even the real building worked to set Candy’s mind at ease. She had this place all wrong, and her nerves calmed while the young woman approached. Closer up, it was even more apparent that she knew the young woman.

Now directly in front of Candy, the woman looked down at her clipboard once again and spoke softly, “Cammi, right? Dr. Frank will want to meet with you and get your procedure started as soon as possible. I’m Nurse Molly; it’s so nice to meet you.”

Candy nodded and responded with her breathy, high-pitched, valley-girl voice, “I’m, like, sooo sorry I came in the wrong door! I’m Cammi Swallows. Have we, uhm, have we, like, met before or something? I totally feel like we’ve met, you know?”

Molly shook her head and shrugged, “I’m pretty sure I’d remember somebody like you, Cammi. I just have one of those faces, I think.”

Candy twirled her long hair around her finger and contemplated before noticing Molly had turned and started back down the hallway. Quickly brushing inside, Candy jogged lightly to catch up, leaving the stench of garbage behind. Next to the compact and simple gait of Molly and her relatively straight curves and professional attire, Candy’s unsupported, heavy tits jostled in the skimpy top, and her fat ass bounced behind her while her flared hips rocked sensually from side to side in the crusty miniskirt. Candy’s overtly feminine movement was only enhanced by the clicking of her stripper heels on the tile. Their pace was just fast enough that Candy couldn’t completely contain the provocative jiggling of her assets.

As they passed under the camera and closer to the double doors, Candy felt the stark differences between herself and Molly. Standing next to a cute, young, tiny woman as an even cuter, younger, and tinier woman made Candy feel that much more girly. Not to mention the exaggerated nature of her curves compared to Molly and their respective wardrobe choices. The unrefined and industrious *plonk* of Molly’s flat, comfortable shoes juxtaposed against the alluring, sharp *click* of Candy’s, furthering their disparity.

Upon reaching the double doors, Molly turned the corner. A short hallway ended with a plain wooden door bearing a glossy placard with bold letters: ‘EXAMINATION ROOM.’ The door opened with the hearty *SQUEAK* of metallic hinges as Molly tugged the shiny handle and gestured inside. Candy nervously stepped past the smiling, familiar nurse and into the room, feeling a new wave of shivers and a rush of stale air.

The room felt cramped and claustrophobic with glossy pink and white bricked walls. The tiny, square exam room contained a hospital bed, two chairs, a table, and a few simple medical instruments hanging on the far wall. A wide, metal lamp hung directly over the bed, coating it with clinical light, but otherwise, the room was dim. It didn’t seem like a normal exam room, and there weren’t any colorful charts or posters on the walls...there wasn’t any natural light or windows...there was no computer...the room felt hollow.

Candy’s breath seemed to catch in the shallow reaches of her throat. She definitely knew why Molly called this place ‘The Dungeon’! She glanced around nervously with a chill still periodically tickling against her exposed spine.

Molly’s plucky, reassuring words were a welcome, warming presence among the freezing stone walls: “I know this isn’t exactly the best accommodations... But don’t you worry! Dr. Frank is the best in the business, and I’ve seen his transformative work on some of the most powerful celebrities in the business. You’re in the BEST hands!”

Candy wrapped her thin arms beneath her chest and nodded lightly before muttering softly, “L-like, okay, thank you.”

With that, the loud *SQUEAK* sounded once again as Molly closed the door. She whispered something softly to herself, just beneath the noise.

“Take care, Mr. Evans.”

Candy barely registered that something had been said. She was too focused on the eerie aura pervading the small exam room and how unnatural and...fake everything felt. It all felt weird—weird and fake! She was also distracted by her heaving, unsupported tits and abundant cleavage. How much more was she expected to grow? She knew she was going to start looking unrealistic, even with the best surgeon in the world!

Barely a minute later, a knock sounded at the door, and the rusted hinges made themselves known with a *SQUEAK*.

An older man in a lab coat poked his head in. His thinning white hair was meticulously coiffed, and he held a clipboard loosely against his chest. He was tall with a medium build and a blue and red tie. He shot Candy an unnaturally white smile, and light wrinkles crisscrossed his cheeks while bags formed beneath his shifty eyes.

He looked down at his clipboard and asked in a plain and dry voice, “Ms. Swallows?”

Candy gulped and nodded, forcing a pleasant expression to materialize.

“Perfect!” He cheered before sweeping inside. He stopped and added, “I’m Doctor Frank. Lovely to finally meet you.”

The tiny room left very little personal space for Candy, and she immediately felt Dr. Frank’s presence. He oozed energy and ambition, like a high-powered salesman honing in on his next conquest.

He was much taller than Candy, and she took an involuntary step back and craned her neck to look up at him warily. She maintained a pleasant expression but couldn’t help feeling like prey backed into a corner.

He glanced down at his clipboard once again before speaking, “Logan tells me you want a few procedures done. He says you’re an up-and-coming star. I can see why; you’ve got quite the silhouette, my dear! But there’s nothing a little nip here and a tuck there couldn’t improve.”

Candy forced a smile and nodded, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and exposed beneath Dr. Frank’s shifty eyes. He slowly and mechanically moved towards the table with overly deliberate steps, as if he were waiting for the proper cue, all the while scanning and calculating.

He continued speaking dryly and evenly while opening a drawer beneath the table, “Logan and I go way back. Say what you want about the man, but he knows a good business investment when he sees one.” Dr. Frank gently lifted an ornate wooden box from the drawer and set it carefully onto the table. He then spoke with more confidence, “You can rest assured that your body is in the BEST hands. I’ve worked on some of the most powerful celebrities in the business, you know.”

Candy could feel her heart rate quicken. She licked her thick lips and sputtered, failing to sound nonchalant, “Y-yeah, I, like, totally heard that. You and Logan are, um, doing business together and stuff?”

Dr. Frank’s perfectly white smile twisted into an exaggerated, toothy grin.

The wrinkles crisscrossing his face tightened in the dim light. “He’s been a benefactor of mine for many years. He and his...connected associates have provided me with everything I need for my research.”

Dr. Frank slowly opened the small wooden box. The thin, ornate cover lifted silently. Candy couldn’t see inside it from the middle of the room. Her body shuddered, and she took another involuntary step towards the bed. Her legs were quivering, and her breaths were shallow.

“W-what kind of research?” She asked guardedly.

Dr. Frank took a slow, heavy breath and lifted a syringe from the box. The glass gleamed menacingly in the light, and it was filled with a murky green substance.

He looked at it and sighed happily, “Miracles.”

Another step back, and Candy’s acrylic nails crinkled against the paper resting on the bed. Her big doe eyes stared frightfully at the liquid, which seemed to undulate with unnatural awareness in its glass cage. She gulped and flicked her eyes to the door. It was just a handful of steps away.

Dr. Frank lazily turned his head, keeping the syringe held aloft, and asked wistfully, “Have you ever wanted to be something else?”

The question, but even more specifically the way Dr. Frank asked the question, shook Candy to her core, and her hand patted listlessly at the crinkly paper, searching for something to grab onto, something to anchor her to reality. She shook her head, unable to rip her gaze away.

“I—I don’t—I don’t understand.” She gasped.

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh—” He replied softly, holding his finger on his lips in a shushing motion, “It’s okay, my dear. We all have our role to play, and your role is the next evolution in humanity’s progress.”

Dr. Frank turned and squared up to Candy, still holding the syringe aloft. His neatly pressed, stark white lab coat lay tightly against his surprisingly strong upper body. He took a powerful step towards the bed, and his eyes were wide and maniacal. A flock of butterflies instantly scattered in Candy’s chest, and the edges of her vision blurred as she was assaulted with fear. She felt the size and strength difference between her and Dr. Frank manifested as an overwhelming obstacle between her and the door. Each moment shrank the distance between them. She had to make a snap decision and do something!

Without giving it any thought, Candy’s body simply reacted to ‘do something,’ and she snapped up her skirt and tugged down her top, exposing herself to the approaching man. It was as if her body's default setting was: when in trouble, show off my body! Candy’s diamond-tipped nipples, wide areola, fat, hefty breasts, plump, inviting cameltoe, and milky and thick feminine thighs between swollen, matronly hips were enough to stop Dr. Frank in his tracks. If not for the sex appeal, the shock value of sudden female exposure gave Candy the second she needed to bolt towards the door.

With a burst of fear-induced speed and a desperate *clack* of high heels, Candy ripped the wooden door open and crashed directly into Nurse Molly, who occupied the door frame. Candy’s face pressed into the young woman’s blue scrubs along with her exposed chest. Wrapping her up with lithe but sinewy arms, Molly’s larger size and strength, in addition to her practical footwear, made her a seemingly insurmountable human wall.

“Don’t fight it!” Molly grunted, holding the flailing Candy at bay, “He’s going to *ugh* make you what you’re *ghn* what you’re meant to be!”

“No—no, please!” Candy squealed, her shrill cries echoing along the walls, “Let me go!”

She struggled for a few seconds in Molly’s comparatively strong grip before she felt Dr. Frank’s presence behind her and a painful prick sensation in her neck.

Tears welled in Candy’s eyes as her body began feeling limp in Molly’s arms. She sniffled and flopped her head back to look through bleary, fading vision at Dr. Frank towering ominously over her and holding an empty syringe.

With a solemn head nod, he ushered Candy to darkness with a light pat on her rolling blonde curls and a gentle, melancholy song, “A body for a body, a soul for a soul...”

Candy’s body collapsed, and her consciousness was left floating in an undulating, dark void. Only Dr. Frank’s haunting voice echoed in the distance.

In a state of unconsciousness, Candy’s body began to rapidly change. 

Laristopa .
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