Fundraising/Raising the Fun/Clear Plan: Rent

It is the year 2028, major advances in medicine for the treatment of various conditions (retarded muscle and bone development, gender transition, obesity, cosmetics, ect) have lead to the development of a variety of bio-chemical formulas for the safe and natural growth of various types of tissue. One such formula has been created illegally by an assistant undergraduate researcher at a university, and smuggled to his home where it now stays and is used slowly and carefully on unsuspecting women. This formula was created for the high level growth of the hips, ass, and breasts. These are the stories of that student, and his use of this drug for sexual gain. It is a sunny summer morning in a beautiful part of middle america. We come into a medium sized townhouse where we see a Man no older than 23 mixing up some delicious looking strawberry smoothies. Having just completed the sweet drink he begins to tip it into 2 no-spill drink containers, one he immediately screws a pink lid onto. Into the other he slips a smallish vial of clear, harmless looking fluid into before screwing on a blue lid. He smiles. Outside a car horn honks and through the window can be seen a fiery red haired woman, waving at our man to head on out. He slips the smoothie containers into a tote bag and casually walks out, waving back to the woman. “Setient! Great to see you, how's it going?” hey says to her. She replies, popping the passenger side door as she does “Oh y’know, stressful week at the store, not much to say about it. Fun as always. Really excited for this hike though!”. “Yeah! I’m definitely super ready to tire myself out up there. We’re gonna get some great views.” Setient smiles excitedly and pops the car into drive. “Me too Rubin110, me too”. The car starts moving again and they begin the few hours journey to their destination. Rubin110 looks over while she’s distracted and takes in Setient’s body. She’s a somewhat petite girl, thin, shortish, and modestly dressed. boobs looking in the range of medium B-cups, a thin waist and her only outright provocative feature: a fairly wide set of hips cradled underneath by an appreciable ass. Above the neckline her short and bright red hair (dyed, the two of them are about as alternative as folks get out here) accents a very sweet, cute face that had set many a boy or girls heart afire. Right now though there was no one special in Setient’s life, hence the long morning hikes with Rubin110 to take up some of her free time. He knows there’s nothing romantic between them. He isn’t really one for romance either way. He was just going to give her a little boost. Just a little boost and see how she reacts to it. The first one he knew wouldn’t really affect her that much, and after a couple he thought, well, if she didn’t realize what he was doing by then maybe she wanted more than a little boost. Did he know that was bullshit? Sure he did. “Oh hey do you want a smoothie? Brought us each one, a little pre-hike treat”. He holds up the blue-lidded container and tips it towards her. “Oh sure that sounds great! And look at you fighting gender norms” she chuckles as he takes out the pink one and snaps the lid. He grins back at her, in on the joke. And so they sip their smoothies, finishing them completely before they even arrive at the trailhead. By the time she climbs in her bed that evening she’s entirely too tired to notice the light swollenness and warm ache in her chest and pelvis. 2 and a half weeks later Some days after her shift but before she heads home Rubin110 visits Setient at her job as a stocker and occasional courtesy clerk at the local supermarket. On this particular day though she seems more interested in venting her frustrations at him than their usual light comedic banter. “It’s absurd! I pull my weight around here more than anyone else, I give a shit about my job unlike the other dipshits here who act like it’s fuckin’ paid daycare, yet apparently when the pallet next to mine-” She rises to a near shout “-the fucking pallet. Next! To! Mine! Doesn’t get done, I should have been doing my job right.” Now shouting “Derrecks pallet! Not mine! It’s his! Mines done! His is half done! Fuck you!” She speaks to some imagined managerial figure, knowing the real night manager is safelty out near the front of the store supervising. “Yeah fuck Derreck, that guy’s... an asshole. Motherfucker” Rubin110 reassures her. “Yeah fucker. And a pervert too. Staring at my fucking ass. Hey Derreck there’s this thing called eyes I can fucking see yours! God damn this growth spurt I’m going through, I never thought at 22 I’d still be, y’know. Filling out like this.” she quickly reddened slightly in the cheeks. “Yeah, yikes man you’re really getting hit with it”. She emoted exaggeratedly and looked up towards the ceiling with her hands behind her head. Unlike the idiot Derreck, Rubin110 knew how to stare at a woman's body undetected, a technique he had been utilizing frequently since Setient had greedily drunk down two totally innocuous smoothies this month. In the span of just over a fortnight she had undergone some considerable changes in physique, while her tits had grown considerably, they still only amounted to the smallish side of single D-cups, nothing to balk at but really they only stuck out a few inches from her ribcage. Where the growth had been most noticeable so far had been in a lower region. Hips and an ass that had been provocative before were now downright sexual, the pair of black jeans she had on at the moment stretched tight over them and her now fairly thick thighs, and when she sat down in the plastic blue chair here in the back office of the supermarket, he’d watch in his periphery as she’d bulged just over the edge of the it. even sitting down she was enough to get him excited. “I sure hope it slows down soon, or you’re gonna have to to start investing in some new wardrobe pretty quick there. He said reaching into his bag. “Oh by the way do you want a soda?” he handed her a half liter of sprite.