You take a long hard look at yourself after drying off after your morning shower. It doesn't matter how long you spend dabbing away with the towel, you still look greasy as hell. No point dwelling on that now, you've just got to get ready to face the day! Especially after that treatment.
Unable to conceive by whom or how you contracted FF-Syndrome, the memory of being on the waiting list for treatment so long that you had practically melted nearly brought back the nausea that accompanied the illnes. Of course, the actual treatment wasn't much better. The doctors had explained the process by which you were restored, but that was only after you had been released. no one was ever sure if a patient that fluid was even self aware despite knowing they were still alive. Still, being pumped full of a drug that essetially caused full body muscle contractions was only step one, and a painful one at that.
Step two involved being forcibly shoved into what was basically generically human shaped mould. Going in would not have been so bad, if the nurses hadn't forgotten the special topical lube for the mould. They said that it was both to "seal" your skin so that your body could redistribute itself into the human shaped mould, and to ensure you body would not stick to the inside when you were released. They managed to get a quarter of you inside before realising they had forgotten to lube the apparatus and being peeled out of such a container while under a liquefied full body cramp was quite the unpleasant experience.
Step three, the waiting game, was the worst part. The following two weeks spent in near solitude was mind numbing to say the least. You're body slowly reformed in that time, but being unable to move for that entire time left you feeling like you'd go mad with boredom. Not to mention being fed intrveinously left you feeling ravenous.
Once you were released from the mould movement was difficult to say the least. It took another few day of physiotherapy to restore your full mobility and dissipate the last few remaining cramps. In that time your body had redeveloped and regained it's unique and defining features rather than the generic form of your container.
Only, you kept developing. It was only about three days later that you found yourself very well endowed. You had heard rumours about this, but thought that those other Gummies were simply padding, or trying to give themselves a self esteem boost. However, as you tood before your full body mirror, the shiny, glistening truth to those rumours was staring back at you...