Story: Perfection

PERFECTION

By Tcheser


Marcy was beautiful. Everyone always told her so. A beautiful face, gorgeous shimmering blonde hair she wore long and loose, a perfect figure with gravity defying breasts and long sexy legs. She felt she wasn’t however… perfect. Ever since she reached puberty she had been cursed with troublesome skin. Not acne really, but she had more than her fair share of breakouts she thought. She had tried all the over the counter creams and ointments, seen a dermatologists and even tried a number of special skin care products out of magazines and off Television. None had worked to her satisfaction though and this annoyed her to no end.

Having tried everything else only one possible solution remained. There was a special clinic near Marcy that was doing testing on a new drug that was supposed to clear up problematic skin like her own. This would be a rather drastic move, but her senior year of high school was approaching and she wanted it to be perfect. So she decided to go for it. Daddy would pay whatever they wanted after all and nothing she thought could be any worse than another year with a less than flawless complexion

When she arrived at the clinic she was quickly seen by one of the scientists there. His name was Dr. Hyde, which Marcy thought was too funny. He instantly recognized her skin problems and sympathized. He however told her she had a rather mild case and perhaps the treatments they offered at the clinic weren’t for her. There could be side effects after all and when one had such a mild condition, such as Marcy had, it was sometimes best to just leave it alone.

The scientist’s talk of side effects didn’t scare Marcy off though. She knew these types always wanted to cover their ass as much as possible and would do everything but force you to beg them to be in their study. So she dismissed his warnings and dug into the pile of paperwork he put in front of her. A detailed medical history was required as well as liability waivers, nondisclosure forms and informed consent forms galore. By the time she was done with it all her wrist hurt.

That done she was shown into an examination room and told to undress. Never one to be shy of her gorgeous body Marcy made a bit of show of it. Stripping off her sexy skirt and tight blouse in such a way she knew got Dr. Hyde hot under the collar. Sure enough he couldn’t take his eyes off the nubile hottie and nearly dropped his clipboard along with his jaw when she wiggled out of her dainty lace panties. Smiling Marcy then slipped off her matching bra and stood before him in all her naked glory.

Managing to eventually pull himself together and tear his eyes away from Marcy’s sumptuous flesh the scientist again warned her about possible side effects and asked her yet again if she really wanted to go through with this. Marcy was getting pretty tired of all this CYA bullshit, but answered politely anyway. She told him that she understood the risks and she still wanted the treatment. Satisfied at last it seemed the doctor produced a syringe of some strange green drug and injected her in her thighs, her arms, her supple ass, and her firm breasts and just about everywhere but her face.

Marcy thought this was weird and asked why they didn’t just inject her face as that’s where the problem was. The scientist seemed to think that was pretty hilarious and had to stifle a bit of a laugh. He then explained that the treatment worked on the whole body to bring about a balance that didn’t exist before. In theory when this balance was found the skin would naturally clear up. Marcy wasn’t sure how much sense that made, but he was the one with the bow tie and the clipboard so she decided he must know best.

The procedure apparently done Dr. Hyde told her she was free to dress and be on her way. Pleased to leave the boring and sterile clinic Marcy dressed quickly and went home with a big smile on her face. Soon her horrible blemishes would be a thing of the past. Soon she would be perfect.

The next morning Marcy arose early and hurried to her best friend, her full length mirror, to see if the treatment had done anything yet. And to her astonishment it had! Her once troublesome complexion was now flawless. Not even one of those embarrassing breakouts was visible. For once she wouldn’t have to glob on the cover up to conceal anything. Thrilled she didn’t even bother to dress. She just ran down to the kitchen in her robe and gave her startled daddy a big hug and thanked him for letting her get the treatment. She had never been happier. Finally she was perfect.

Later on while visiting with her friend Stacy she made a discovery that was less pleasing. They were at the mall trying on clothes when Marcy found a skirt that just didn’t want to fit. It was her size, she made sure, but for some reason it just refused to be zipped up. Maybe it ran small she thought and went back and grabbed the next two larger sizes. Back in the dressing room she let out a howl. Neither of the larger sizes fit her. Which of course didn’t make any sense to Marcy; the larger of the two looked huge.

Hoping to quickly eliminate the impossible so she could rationally figure out what the problem was Marcy pulled off the skirt and checked herself out in the mirror. Surely it wasn’t her? Low and behold though it was her. Somehow her once slim thighs and ass had grown immensely since that morning. No wonder she couldn’t fit into her normal size four! Then as if to ram home the point her panties ripped as she turned and twisted looking at herself in the mirror.

Cursing to her self Marcy realized what had happened. It had to be one of those side effects the scientist had warned her about. She had to get back to his clinic right away. She had to make sure she wasn’t in any danger and even more important she couldn’t let anyone see her like this. She had gone up at least 6 dress sizes. Spinning back and forth between looking at her chunky looking thighs and huge ass she could just imagine what people would say. They would point and laugh and make comments about how she wasn’t “all that” anymore. She couldn’t allow that.

Grabbing her stuff, Marcy was thankful that it had been raining and she had a rain coat with her. It covered her from her knees up and effectively disguised her sudden gain in mass. Not wishing even Stacy to see her like this she slipped out of the dressing room and left the store in a hurry without even telling her friend where she was going.

The clinic was on the other side of town but Marcy made it there in no time. She didn’t usually speed but she felt this was an emergency and she was so happy she had been able to convince her daddy to get her the Saab with the turbo. She then demanded to see the scientist who had treated her and was shortly shown into the same room she had met with him in before. When he arrived she wasted no time with pleasantries and instead just threw off her coat displaying for him her expanded girth and waited for him to explain what was going on.

Intrigued Dr. Hyde examined her closely. He found that except for her enlargement in the thighs and ass she seemed perfectly healthy. Even her complexion seemed better. That was all well and good Marcy then told him but why had she gained this weight and more importantly what could he do to fix it she demanded to know. This was a bit more complicated he explained, but he thought he could make an adjustment to the treatment that would alleviate her of the weight.

Mightily relieved Marcy asked him what he was waiting for and demanded he give her the adjusted treatment. Before the Dr. Hyde would do anything though he warned her again that this was all experimental and it might be best to leave this to nature. Although he didn’t foresee any additional side effects that didn’t mean there would be any. Nearly exasperated Marcy said she understood and filled out another pile of forms. Finally with that done the scientist gave her another round of shots.

He thought bed rest would be best for Marcy at this point. Feeling tired Marcy thought this was wise as well so after a quiet dinner with her parents, where they tried their hardest not to mention her weight gain, she climbed into her big fluffy bed and went to sleep. Her rest was anything but peaceful though.

Either the stress of her condition, the drugs or something she ate gave her fitful dreams. She kept dreaming that she was at school and everyone was staring at her. Usually she liked such attention but this was different for some reason. They weren’t looks of admiration or lust of even envy. Only after going into the restroom in her dream and looking into the mirror did she understand. They were looks of pity and revulsion and amusement. She was a fat mess! She was an overweight girl with stringy hair, a fat puffy face, a double chin, saggy breasts and absolutely no fashion sense. It was horrible. Then they were all laughing and she couldn’t escape them. They were everywhere, pointing at her and calling her names.

Then she woke up in a sweat, back in her bedroom, in the dark. It was only a dream she realized and sinking back into her pillow she drifted off again much relieved that she was still gorgeous.

The next morning she was less than pleased at what she found while getting ready. Sure enough her thighs and ass had shrunk back to their previous size, but now her hair was out of control. Stretching a strand straight out before her so she could examine its length she estimated that it had grown at least three inches. This made her look quite shaggy, like she hadn’t been able to make it for a styling in the last month. And it wasn’t just he hair on her head that had grown either. Both her once smooth armpits and carefully trimmed bush were now bristling with long unkempt hairs. Even more bizarre though was that the hair wasn’t blonde. It was a dull brown. It made her look like she had been dying her hair up to about three months ago.

A razor and trimmer would take care of her pubes and armpits well enough and a hairdresser could fix her hair in short order, but would it keep growing at this rate she wondered. What if it did? And what about the hair color? Was that permanent or just a temporary side effect? As much as she hated it she was going to have to go back to the clinic she realized. Unfortunately she wasn’t going to be able to do it that day. It was Saturday and they were totally closed on the weekends. She didn’t have a way to reach the scientist until then. It was going to be a long weekend.

Marcy made the best of it though. She went to an exclusive spa and relaxed to the best of her ability. She had massages, went swimming, sat in the sauna, had her hair cut and restyled and had her pubes and armpits professionally tended to. So by the time Monday came no one but she could ever tell anything about her had changed. That was still enough reason for Marcy to go back to the clinic though.

In hindsight she should have stopped while she was ahead. After all her figure had been restored, her complexion was as she always wanted it and her hair was easily enough dealt with. Vanity however had always been Marcy’s greatest weakness though and before she knew it she found herself back at the clinic begging the scientist to give her another round of injections to fix her new hair growth problem.

Compiling a volume of interesting data from Marcy’s drug trial alone the scientist was willing, but felt he should offer another warning still. The drugs were trying to create a balance in her body he explained and another round of injections could have totally unprecedented results. It could very well be just what she needed or it could have side effects that this time around couldn’t be fixed. Her body was rapidly becoming immune to the effects of the drug he told her and he was quite certain this would be the last time they had any real effects.

Marcy was adamant in her decision though. She had to be perfect for her senior year. Nothing else would do. She wanted the injections and wouldn’t take no for an answer. That decided the scientists concocted a new round for her and shortly she was again injected in her thighs, her arms, her shapely ass and her firm young breasts. And like that it was all over.

When Marcy showed up for the first day of her senior year she found it like entering a new school. No one called to her and asked her how her summer was. No boys rushed up and stole a kiss. No creepy older teachers gazed at her lasciviously. They just stared and in some cases gawked. Marcy couldn’t really blame them. Were she in there place she probably would have done the same.

How often did one really see a 300 pound high school senior with huge sagging breasts atop an equally huge belly? Or a girl with arm fat that wiggled and wobbled as she walked and had cankles nearly as thick? And when did one really ever see such a large girl with ratty brown hair worn carelessly chopped off at the shoulders? Surely not more often then one saw a girl like this with a pudgy round face covered in acne and thick glasses perched on an equally thick nose. No, such a girl covered from head to toe in extra extra large clothes so she wouldn’t show off any more of her ungainly body or pale skin was a rarity to behold.

This was her lot in life now though. Nothing could be done to change that. No diet seemed to make even the slightest dent in her weight, her hair grew at such a rate to make dyeing it impractical, and no medicine had the slightest effect on her horrible complexion. Realizing all this in the days just after her last treatment at the clinic Marcy had come to terms with it. Everything that made her who she was before was gone. This was who she was now; A fat, nearly blind girl with horrible skin and hair. Her priorities were different now. No longer did she strive for perfection. She had given all her fancy designer clothes and accessories to Stacy. Her makeup and hair care products went in the trash. She cut her own hair every morning. All she wanted now was to be left alone.

Unfortunately that wasn’t to be. After the initial shock wore off the high students began to behave as only high school students can. They began to call her names and make jokes at her expense as she made her way through the halls. Everywhere she turned she found another person she repulsed or another person who wanted to laugh and point at her. It was as if her nightmare had come true. And not for the first or the last time since her treatment began to cry. Only this time she was also laughing and this combination was most frightening. She laughed because she realized she had finally attained perfection.

She was perfectly hideous.