Aiko's Transformation Begins

Aiko sat cross-legged on her dorm bed, her tiny frame almost swallowed by the oversized hoodie she wore. At 24, she was petite--barely five foot--with a delicate, slim build and modest A-cup breasts. Pretty by any standard, but she didn't see it. Years of fading into the background, unnoticed and untouched, had ground her confidence into dust.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she muttered, "If only I wasn't so flat, so... forgettable."

When the poster appeared on campus--"Unlock Your Full Potential! Experimental Body Enhancement Study. $150 Compensation" --it felt like a sign. Curious (and desperate), Aiko made the call. They promised her more than just curves; the drug would awaken her "true potential," they said. Fuller hips, a few more inches of height, and a whole new outlook on life.

Now, sitting alone in the sterile white waiting room, anxiety prickled her skin. The mirror across the room seemed positioned just to mock her, reflecting every small insecurity she carried.

The door swung open, breaking her spiral.

"Aiko, right?" A tall, athletic man entered, his brown hair artfully messy, lab coat undone. "I'm Dr Fran. Follow me."

He barely glanced at her as he spoke, already halfway out the door. Heart pounding, she scrambled after him down a narrow hallway into a procedure room, where an older, heavyset doctor waited.

"This is Dr Stephenson," Fran said, taking a seat beside him. "He'll explain everything."

Dr Stephenson rattled off a list of potential side effects--nausea, dizziness, fatigue--before fixing her with a serious look. "You understand, Miss Aiko, this will change you permanently. Unexpected effects may occur."

Fear flickered in her chest, but when she caught a glimpse of her own reflection--so small, so plain--resolve hardened.

"I understand," she said firmly.

Minutes later, a small blue-and-green pill sat trembling in her palm. With a shaky breath, she swallowed it down.

The doctors made her wait twenty minutes. No seizures, no fainting--just a buzzing energy under her skin. They sent her home.

Exhausted, Aiko crashed into bed and slept--and slept.

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When she woke, everything felt... off.

Stretching, she noticed the bed felt smaller, the ceiling closer. Frowning, she rushed to the mirror. Same face, same body. Maybe a tiny bit taller? It was hard to tell. Disappointed, she dressed and trudged through a full day of classes, exhaustion clinging to her bones.

That night, she stripped down and passed out again.

Saturday morning, Aiko stirred late. She sat up--and gasped.

A heavy weight shifted against her chest. She sprinted to the mirror, yanking off her pyjama top. Two firm, perky breasts--real breasts--stared back at her. She cupped them, feeling the heat, the shocking sensitivity. Her nipples, once small and brown, were now larger, pinker.

Her face too--fuller lips, slightly rounder eyes, a higher bridge to her nose. Her skin was paler, less golden. She still looked like Aiko... but also didn't.

Heart hammering, she tried on her clothes--and failed miserably. Her jeans barely cleared her ass, and when they did, the legs were inches too short. She wasn't imagining it now. She was taller. Curvier. Different.

Shopping was an adventure. She found herself drawn to tight leggings, crop tops, lacy bras. Confidence buzzed in her veins like alcohol.

When her friends invited her to a house party that night, she didn't hesitate.

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Dressed in skintight leggings and a tiny crop top, Aiko turned heads the second she walked in. She basked in the attention, giggling, dancing, flirting--things she never dared before.

Across the room, she spotted a familiar figure descending the stairs: Dr Fran. Lukas.

He almost didn't recognise her--eyes widening when it clicked.

"Aiko... you look... incredible," he stammered.

They talked, drank, touched. One thing led to another, and before she knew it, they were upstairs, tangled together in sheets. He tore off her crop top before she reached around and undid her B cup bra that was now, she realised, straining to keep her breasts in place. next her tights were on the floor and before she knew it; Lukas was on top of her.

Confidence overtook her and she rolled him over onto his back, mounting him before slowly sliding his 6 inch dick into her tight pussy. He exclaimed, noting how tight she was before she muttered she was a virgin. They fucked for what felt like mere minutes before she orgasmed and he erupted, sending reams of cum deep into her cunt.

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The next morning, sunlight burned her hungover eyes. She woke alone. Lukas was gone.

Pulling on yesterday's too-tight clothes, she caught sight of herself in a mirror by the stairs.

Blonde.

Her hair was now bleach blonde.

Her face--almost entirely Caucasian, the bridge of her nose standing up off her face.

Her body--voluptuous, overflowing.

Aiko stumbled home, torn between horror and arousal, only stopping to finger herself frantically in the shower as she explored her new hyper-sensitive clit, before sliding a finger into her gaping, wide pussy.

She wasn't done changing.

And part of her didn't want it to stop.

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**To be continued...**