Published: Jan 13, 2024
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The TranforLife app did not originally start off as an app, but a machine developed by the genius billionaire Felicia Locke. When a certain government agent decides he's going to try and steal her designs, she decides to… repurpose him instead.
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TransforLife was easily the biggest phone app that had ever existed. Using advanced technology that seemed like something out of science fiction, the app was capable of changing aspects of the user or a consenting third party in incredible ways. While originally built as a machine intended to provide transgender patients with the body of their dreams, the app version had spread like wildfire, allowing people to modify their bodies and lifestyles to their liking. Still, even with the limits, safeguards, and usage tracking built into the app, there were those out there who had learned to jailbreak the app’s functions, allowing them to transform themselves and others into just about anything imaginable. Whether through accidents or malicious use, many people disappeared, never to be seen again…
Before the dawn of the TransforLife app, it was the personal pet project of an eccentric genius and billionaire, Felicia Locke. She had made many technological breakthroughs in traditional medicine before, making her quite rich, but the Biomolecular Rearranger (BR) was to be her crowning achievement, something to put her in the history books. Using an advanced machine of her design that could modify or break down a person’s physical form, molecule by molecule, advanced procedures such as sex reassignment surgery, cancer removal, and even basic plastic surgery could be done without painful procedures, and could guarantee a perfect, flawless result each time without ever being touched with a knife. Her invention’s capabilities, either through complete dumb luck or pure genius, went far above it’s original design specifications. Something space-aged like this would completely revolutionize the medical industry, making traditional doctors and surgeons obsolete. She knew it, her company knew it, and she was well aware it wouldn’t take long for word of her breakthrough to spread around.
And that’s where the problems began. Though Felicia had successfully tested her machine several times on volunteers, employees of hers, one of them violated their signed NDA, revealing the existence of the device to the media and U.S. government. It didn’t take long for several agencies to get involved, primarily the FDA, HHS, CMS, and surprisingly, the CIA. Felicia wasn’t blind to how powerful her new machine was, knowing something like this would turn the medical industry on its head. She took the necessary precautions to protect herself, making countless backups of her designs while making sure they didn’t end up in their hands. Eventually, she managed to successfully downplay it’s capabilities, convincing all the other agencies that this was for simple sex reassignment surgeries. All but one, it seemed.
The CIA had sent one of their “agents”, an overweight pig of a man called Tommy Brooks, to “oversee” her operation and her continuing tests. She had absolutely hated the man from the moment he’d shown up, able to tell he usually got what he wanted through bullying and intimidation. Felicia wasn’t having any of it, having her security keep a close eye on him whenever he was around. It became clear he, and likely by extension, the rest of the CIA, were at least somewhat aware of the Biomolecular Rearranger’s true capabilities, and were looking to either steal or copy her designs. The only things keeping him from just taking anything he wanted was her substantial security systems, encrypted designs, and of course, all her money. She was willing to fight them well into the future, but it was getting old…
So, she decided to hatch her own little plan to get rid of Agent Brooks for good, as well as remove her prototype machine from the equation. It had simply become more trouble than it was worth, and building a newer, less powerful version of the Biomolecular Rearranger under a new name would satisfy the other agencies and keep the whole U.S. medical industry from turning against her. She could always “reintroduce” parts of her overall design slowly in the future once things had settled down. She couldn’t do this alone, so she enlisted the help of her favorite housekeeper, Rebecca Knotts, to help her run a little “experimental test” later that night.
That night, as everyone else went home and her lab went still, Felicia left the door to her BR Lab just slightly ajar, enough for the locks and alarm not to engage, and hid there herself, waiting. She knew Agent Brooks had been watching these security systems quite closely, and she was hinging everything on the idea that he’d use this opportunity to force his way into her lab. A slimeball like him would use the chance to take photographs of everything and likely steal some of her technical documents. Two hours later, Felicia predictably watched Agent Brooks slink into his lab, surprisingly nimble despite being overweight. Sure enough, he pulled out a tiny camera, approaching the BR and taking pictures. After a few photos, he crawled inside the machine to take shots of its internals. He had fallen into the trap.
As soon as he was all the way inside the machine, Felicia slammed the door of the BR shut, sealing him inside. Being built like an MRI machine, there was no way for him to get out. When he shouted in surprise, immediately suspecting Felicia, she resisted the urge to taunt him and his predicament, knowing he could be wired. Instead, she switched on the BR, causing it to hum and glow as it quickly reduced the man to near-nothingness, funneling his matter to the nearby “sister” device Felicia had set up earlier in the day. Ms. Knotts was inside this second machine, sleeping and sedated. Still and peaceful, the former Agent Brooks was used as additional biomass, being added to the petitie Rebecca. Slowly, her curves grew, her B-cups expanding quickly as her hips and butt also saw some noticeable improvements. By the time the machine stopped humming, her breasts had grown to an unwieldy, gargantuan size, making her look more like a pornstar.
Felicia checked the inside of her BR, seeing every bit of Agent Brooks was gone, leaving his clothes and camera. Smiling, she walked over to the sister machine, being met with the sweet smell of sweaty flesh and a little bit of ozone. She was shocked to see just how big Rebecca had gotten, thinking her choice to go bigger might have been too much before shaking those thoughts out of her head. She didn’t have time to worry about such things. Wheeling Rebecca out on a gurney as she continued to sleep peacefully, Felicia then set her machines up with their final command. Once they were far enough away, the machines exploded, having been put into a negative feedback loop that caused them to overload and take the lab and notes with it. Her Biomolecular Rearranger was no more, completely gone.
Later that morning, Rebecca woke up in Felicia’s bed, immediately seeing the two new mountains sitting on her chest, perfect in both shape and size. Without even thinking, she grabbed both in her hands, being met with a sense of ecstasy she had never experienced before. Felicia, laying down next to her, noticed this, smirking at her “favorite employee” as she moaned. Now that she had time to process the sight, Felicia was starting to appreciate her lover’s choice of boobs, hips and ass.
“You turned out quite well.” Felicia commented, getting on top of her and putting her face between Rebecca’s new tits. “Ready for some more testing, honey?”
Felicia spent the next hour making love to her housekeeper, unable to believe how perfect she now was even with these ridiculous things on her chest. Later that day, she was informed that her BR had suffered some kind of “catastrophic malfunction”, causing the destruction of her lab. Felicia feigned surprise, and a later investigation revealed that “someone” must have been in the machine at the time, tatters of clothing and a small ruined camera being all that remained of whoever was in there. The rest of the CIA went quiet after that, likely suspecting Felicia might’ve had something to do with it, but not being able to prove it. The less powerful version of her BR later went on to be a wild success, and after many years, she even managed to work the technology into a lovely little phone app as well…