Hai guuuys, I wanted to post on valentines but work got so extremely busy, had to do multiple long nights 😭
Either way Happy late Valentines guys! Hope you had a nice week and got to spend it with loved ones! I got to spend it with my best friend he had the chance to visit!
I'll try to post a little more often now that it's calm doown
As you jerks can see, it worked too well. All I wanted was to be a little curvier! Maybe to fill out my jeans and be wanted for my body. I was perfectly normal before! But no! I needed to be bigger. God, I was so stupid.
TLDR: Don't try this at home!
I joined this website because I thought it would bring me happiness, but now... well, it's mixed. I'll get to it.
At first I saw all of these posts of side-by-side comparisons. On the left, there'd be an unflattering picture of a skinny young woman posing in a bathroom mirror. She was like me, I thought, just someone looking to make the best of what their mama gave them. Then, on the right side, there'd be a picture of an absolute goddess with thick motherly hips in a revealing dress. I 100% needed to know what kind of pills or whatever could do that.
I took in these comparisons, one after another of mindbending growth spurts, but no one was asking how they did it! Clearly, this was a secret online party that I wasn't invited to. I stewed on the other side of this wall for a few days. I knew I didn't want to get as huge as them, but still, I obsessively looked through the back catalog of posts for any clue for how they enhanced themselves. They were tight-lipped. They often teamed up or outright kicked users from the forum who dared to ask. So, I messaged someone.
I turned on notifications so I'd know as soon as anyone posted a picture. A friendly looking raven haired girl with a slight goth look had just added a picture of her transformation. On the left, she was a twig in shorts with unfortunately made-up mascara. On the right was a zoomed in picture of her plump thighs bulging out of fishnets. Immediately, I private messaged her:
"Your post has been flagged! As a moderator, you must tell me how the growth works to prove your trust. If you don't reply in 30 seconds, your account will be kicked from this forum."
It was sloppy, looking back, but she fell for it hook line and sinker. She sent me a message back in no time:
"Im sooo sorry idk what I did wrong. one sec I'll find the link."
The link? Was she about to send me some darkweb address for experimental pills? Where were they made? Were they safe, I thought. It was getting to be 'too real' for me, and I distinctly remember reminding myself that learning how to make myself curvier would land me my future Mr or Mrs Right, so it was worth it. I know that's a totally vapid thought, but I really felt it in that moment! I wanted to be worshipped and cared for by someone who thought I was beautiful. Her second message dinged.
It was a simple www.com address. Yes. I leaned back in my swivel chair and hesitantly opened it, my imagination reeling at what I would see. The screen was black except for a line of text in an outdated blocky font. 'THE 99%' it read. Whatever I expected, it wasn't this. I moved the cursor over the text and clicked.
The screen lit up into a million multi-colored, moving pixels. It was like the rumbling static of an analog TV with no signal, except the individual points of light moved in a pattern. They swirled slightly and created an optical ollusion that I was looking down a long digital tunnel. That's when it all really started.
I was locked in place but could feel my body change. I remember not being able to look away from the static hallucinations as I felt myself raise higher in my chair. I remember a bliss that I only needed to kindle by staring further down the swirling tunnel. I remember this hot, stretching feeling like my ass and thighs were splayed out on a car hood on a summer afternoon.
Somewhere in the back of my blissed-out mind, I knew what was happening to me. I knew my ass cheeks were spreading, squishing into the sides of the chair. I knew I kept being pushed up, maybe half a foot above my seat. I knew my thighs were bubbling and colliding with each other as pounds of fat collected in them.
The colorful pin pricks began to disappear, and my mind became my own as the black screen of my computer returned. I groggily shook off the mental binding and looked at myself. I knew instantly why it had said 'THE 99%', as if secret knowledge had been implanted into my head as well. As I looked down at my new, much, much thicker form, I knew for certain that I was in the ninety-ninth percentile of women for butt, hips, and thigh size.
So, this is my true story about flying too close to the sun and trying natural butt enhancements at home. I have no doubt that this post will be removed shortly after I make it, so if you're seeing this, DO NOT open it. Or do... the plus side is that my plus-size figure has worked wonders for me on dating apps. As terrifying and extreme as it all was, I still have a funny feeling that I'll find my life partner with my new super pear-shaped body. Cheers.
"I know you want to see me get stuck in the bathtub, but… until you're strong enough to lift my 400lb ass out of the tub, I'll stay with the shower… which is getting a little tight, too!" (unknown c.2025)
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