Before the diagnosis, you never really had any noticeably defined muscles. A balanced diet and walking instead of driving wherever possible meant that you had staved off obesity, but your body was far from peak physical condition. You never bothered with the gym or working out, you always felt healthy enough. Neither chunky nor scrawny, you would have been described as average at best. Of course it was too late by the time the mass of fleshy noodles that was all that was left your body was transported to the treatment facility.
Standing before the full body mirror, you contemplated the changes this condition had forced upon you. It was strange to think that such a bizarre condition could lead to such drastic improvement in appearance. Strong calves and thighs, that looked as though all your walking had paid off two fold. Cellulite lumped hips were replaced with wide smooth hips and a juicy bubble butt. Where there once was a moderate pot belly and lopsided breasts, a toned six pack and a full two bust size increase of perky yet squishy tits took their place. Arms that had always bothered you with excess skin and fat now appeared tight and toned. Despite the effort you had pu in in the past to slim down, you realy appreciated your new curvy physique.
What was reflected back at you revealed what even a moderate amount of discipline could accomplish. The way your entire body gleamed reminded you that you would never truly have those rock-hard abs and arms. The warm shower had softened you, it was difficult to dry yourself without accidentally pulling a breast or ass cheek too far out of place. So once more you experimentally took your right finger and pressed into your left shoulder. You pressed down until you met the resistance of your body’s approximation of bone then continued to press harder. It began to sink in, deeper than should be possible, until you were down to your knuckle. Gently moving your finger around reminded you not just how inhuman this body was to you, but also just how good it felt to be this soft. That slight bit of stimulation was enough to bring your attention to change that took place between your legs.
Having a well kempt and clean flower was always important to you. You trimmed regularly, never completely removing every hair, but making certain to never have any overgrowth. Even eating plenty of pineapple before a night out to improve the taste of your juices in case you got lucky. Strangely, since the treatment was completed, your body somehow continued to develop on it’s own. You had been informed by the specialist that your body was still settling, and that remaining stationary for too long might cause you to temporarily deform and sag. That had never really been a problem even when you fell asleep at night and woke up feeling like every part of you had spread out. When your shiny, new breasts and buttocks first began to swell and sag, you blamed the hot showers you liked so much for softening you and would just squish them back into place. Even your lower lips slowly but surely began to plump into a noticable mound. As gravity continued to take hold of your new assets, you feared that you were melting and your features would permanently drip from your body. That was several days ago, with you body now settled into shape, those fears had since passed with you winding up with bombshell curves that would otherwise take ten, possibly hundreds of thousands in plastic surgery to replicate.
You had nowhere important to be for several hours. With your finger still wriggling in your shoulder, you allowed the warmth to flow over you. You watched as your nectar began to flow between your legs, far more than you would normally produce. You’ve made your decision, you were going to bring yourself to your first Gummy orgasm. Every part of you felt incredible, your soft, glistening body begging for attention. You oblige by…