Sometimes calling about weird ads in the paper can lead to things other than having your bank account drained. Who knew.

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Mandy had always wanted bigger boobs. She was skinny and flat as a board, even as she made her way into her late twenties. She saw all the posts online about how guys loved thick women with big tits, but that was just something she was never going to have. At least she thought this way anyway, but that was before she found an ad in the back of a tabloid she was reading. The ad wasn’t terribly specific; it just said “Want the body of your dreams? Come sign up as an early access tester, and it could be yours!” She figured it was probably a scam or something, but it couldn't hurt to call anyway.

Mandy called the number listed on the ad, and after a couple of rings, somebody picked up. She explained why she was calling, and the woman on the other end was delighted. She explained that Mandy would have to go to their testing center the following day if she wanted to be one of the early access testers. Not entirely convinced yet that it wasn't a scam, but still wanting to see for herself, she agreed to come in. The lady on the phone gave her an address, and that was that.

The next Mandy arrived at the address she was given. It was a large white building that looked a bit like a hospital. Upon entering, she was given a clipboard with some paperwork to sign on it. She flipped through the pages, initialing and signing where necessary. After this, she was escorted to a small changing room. The door was then shut behind her. She was a bit worried by this until a voice came over a speaker in the corner of the room.

“Hello Mandy, and welcome to the test. We are so glad you signed up, and we are looking forward to gathering some data,” said the voice.

“So what am I supposed to do?” asked Mandy.

“In the locker in front of you, you’ll find a suit that we need you to put on. I will explain further once you have done this.”

Mandy walked to the singular locker in the room and opened it. On a shelf, there was some sort of latex bodysuit. Looked more like BDSM wear than anything else, but if she had to wear it, then so be it. She began to put on the suit. It was surprisingly easy to get into, despite how closely it hugged her body. As she worked it on, the material seemed to stick closer and closer to her like a second skin. Eventually, she had the suit completely on.

“Excellent!” said the voice reassuringly. “Now that you are suited up, I will explain the next part. That suit you are wearing is specially designed with a neural transmitter. It will make scans of your brain to see what body you truly desire. Then once the scan is complete, the suit will get to work. It contains a host of nanomachines that can alter your physical form to match that of what the scans show. Truly revolutionary stuff, and you get to try it for free! How exciting that must be for you! Now, if you would please proceed to the viewing room so we can begin.”

Mandy had to admit, she was pretty excited. This all sounded almost too good to be true. Mandy proceeded through a door that had opened up on the opposite side of the room. As she walked through, she found herself in a large gray square of a room with what she presumed was one-way glass lining one side. A voice came over the speaker in the corner of this room next.

“When I hit this switch, the test will begin. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” replied Mandy.

“Alright. Here… We.. Go!”

As soon as the word go had left the mouth of the speaker person Mandy began to feel a tingling on her back. It was like she had charged herself up with static electricity, and it was just waiting to arc to the nearest object. There was no electricity though; it was just the scanner taking measurements of her brain through her nervous system.

“Brain scan complete!” the speaker person exclaimed.

The tingling stopped just a quickly as it came. Now Mandy began to feel some other new sensations. The suit began to feel a bit tighter, like her skin was stretching out against it. She looked down at her body and saw that her thighs and arms were getting a bit thicker. Her near emaciated look now turning into something she would consider normal. Next, she began to feel tightness in her chest that was far more extreme than the tightness she felt elsewhere. It was like somebody was piling sandbags onto her. There were no sandbags though, and as she looked down again, she saw why she was feeling this way. Her nonexistent boobs were now swelling outward at great speed! The material of the suit was having a hard time keeping up with the rapid expansion. Mandy’s tits kept on growing and growing further and further. Then all, at once, they stopped.

“Holy cow!” Mandy exclaimed, not sure what else to say.

Her tits were far larger than any natural tits she had ever seen. They didn't exactly look natural either. The suit had tried its best, but formed them into pointed torpedoes that looked like they had been bolted on. Mandy reached up and brushed the side of one, immediately feeling the sensation of real flesh underneath the suit. The speaker on the wall erupted with noise.

“Oh my goodness miss. We are so sorry! There must have been some kind of miscalculation or error with the suit. We didn’t know it would do this and didn't plan for it to. Maybe we can find a way to reverse it or we could compensate you or w-” Mandy cut the voice off mid-sentence.

“Hey! Chill out, okay? These things are fuckin awesome! This is exactly what my dream body would look like. You guys were right!”