(Content Warnings: Hyper Body, Shatterings, Permanent TF by both consent and hypnosis)
Days, months, years passed. But in the midst of where it had all began, things changed. The city that had become frozen ruins was rebuilt - but not completely. At the old edges, new hotels and amenities began emerging, to serve the literally millions of tourists flocking to the area over that time.
The reason? Quite simple - the city had become a museum of ice statues itself. Plumpie Bombshell's long work, aided by 80M853LL and the hypnotised helpers, established what was ironically a tourist hotspot, out of an icy cold set of statues. The former city residents now almost all stood as statues, but many had been remade one way or another.
The museum-city was like a frozen tableau of what had once been, albeit somewhat compressed having lost some of the suburbs to make room for the tourists, and with a fair few merged and reimagined individuals.
Take the Gym. Once it had been a palace of muscles and fitness, massive biceps and toned abs. Then it had been smashed after freezing, by the agents trying to cover everything up. Now, it stood again as a monument to muscles, and considerably so.
There was now a frozen Yoga class, plump booties and gargantuan breasts in ice, straining against tight pants and sports bras. Each of the statues of the class held a smile, held their poses forever.
There were weightlifters, frozen muscles rippling with effort as they held frozen weights aloft - the heavy metal turned to pure ice. Tight shorts showed off packages below, thin shirts left each sculpted pec and ab so visible they practically served no purpose.
The bodybuilders, male and female, stood posing and flexing, muscles expanded and grown beyond the power of steroids and working ever could... for Plumpie had reformed many of these bodybuilders from multiple statues. One woman, with tree-trunk legs, log-like arms, brick hard abs, and yet also a considerable bust and butt, had actually been formed from half a dozen relatively weedy men!
In the fitness room, statues ran forever. Sweatpants and shirts in ice covered those toned forms, those eternal jogs on the treadmills.
In the swimming pool, itself a block of ice, there were all sorts of swimmers. One backstroking lady had been given an ample extra bust and butt with parts from a few spare lifeguards. A female lifeguard had gained the rest of the parts, sitting forever in her tower with the frozen one-piece straining permanently to hold her should-be-wobbling breasts and rear - but of course, it was all ice, solid, rigid.
And in the showers, stood nude examples of hardbodies cooling down and cleaning off - better endowed in all ways. Here tourists would gawk and giggle at the sights of these godlike figures, that had been reformed and rebuilt. They even could enjoy one woman flicking her towel at another for all time, giggles on their frozen faces.
At the mall, frozen recreations of shoppers milled around, with the tourists weaving in amongst them. Clerks of ice stood ready to restock shelves, clothing store customers were forever trying on new dresses, the customers in the game store sat locked in permanent demo games, the fast food customers and workers were forever at lunch. Rather cheekily, Plumpie had made sure every security guard was a mass of muscle, male or female.
At the police station, reformed cops all stood around or sat at desks, having all been given new bodies. Muscles rippled below once blue shirts, now semi-transparent blue ice over ice. It wasn't guns in their pockets either for the males, and the females were just as blessed by attention. No cup size was smaller than E, every female officer practically popping out of their shirts, and their butts straining to fit into their regulation issue uniform pants.
In offices, there were statues forever filing reports, typing up memos, chatting at watercoolers.
At the train station, commuters waited forever for trains - not really a huge difference in that case, perhaps!
In restaurants, waiters were forever taking orders.
On the highways, there wasn't gridlock but not one car moved. Only tourists on foot milled around.
But in one part of the city was the biggest draw. Where Plumpie could use the technology she'd claimed in defeating the government agency that had destroyed the city she'd rebuilt. Tourists could be expanded into masses of muscle, into balloon-shapes, have bodyparts expanded, or even be turned to ice statues themselves - reversible, if the client so wished. Quite a few did not, seeking to become permanent additions!
This was the real moneyspinner. Some paid handsomely to get their perfect body in an instant. Some wanted a little correction. But many thousands wanted to be statues, and many wanted to stay. And many of them wanted to be shifted and altered!
A flat-chested short woman from France had become an amazonian in height, with huge breasts and bulging muscles. Her plain dress was gone, she now stood proudly nude... and frozen forever, at her consent.
A weedy man from England had become a slab of muscle, with huge pecs, mountainous abs and biceps, legs thicker than his body had been before, and his height was now towering at nearly nine feet. His considerable package was out free for all to see. He was superhuman in stature - and frozen in place, again, forever.
An entire cheerleader squad had paid for their gap year to be spent on ice, with newly improved physiques. Big butts poked out from short-short skirts, large breasts strained on tight-tight shirts, diamond smiles frozen in ice were on each face, in a pyramid of perfection.
But sadly, not everyone was a good sport. Some visitors broke rules. Some tried to damage displays. And in those cases, the staff came down hard.
One attempted vandal, a scrawny and angry man, had been arrested trying to smash apart a statue at the fire department. He'd cracked it apart, the helmet flying, bunker gear crumbled. He'd smashed apart the female firefighter's face, her clothes breaking off to show her plump but still breasts better, before he'd been stopped. Her frozen eyeball rolled away as he was dragged off, and Plumpie herself had to come and fix the statue.
The source for some repairs and enhancements? The vandal himself. Frozen as he was, he was crushed flat, into powdered ice. His yelling face became dust, his spindly arms and pathetic form just material for repairs. His powdered form was manipulated and used to both repair and expand the statue he'd attacked, making her breasts and butt even larger!
Other criminals and thieves would be punished with other means. Some female criminals left without any assets to speak of, their boobs shrunk to make a raisin laugh at them, their butts flatter than a billiard table. Males were left with microscopic peckers. The reverse could happen too - they could be so bloated up that their butts, boobs, and bits would leave them trapped on the spot for some time. And in some cases, those criminals would also be frozen.
And there was also 'community service'. Some minor breaches of the rules or laws saw the perpetrators hypnotised and modified into joining the helper corps for some time. Their wobbling butts and gargantuan boobs making it clear these were those who had defiled the rules of the place.
Of course, some people wished to volunteer or be employed for the job - so, without hypnosis, of their own free will, they got what they wanted. And compared to those doing it in punishment, they got many perks - bigger busts, butts, and packages being just the most obvious bonuses. Excellent pay and healthcare was another - the devices were medical marvels too, able to correct many ailments and problems.
And through all this, tourists flocked, gawked, and enjoyed the spectacle. It had been a worldwide success... so Plumpie knew she needed to expand.... perhaps in more ways than one at times, but the bottom line was, more locations. The world couldn't always come to her museum, her gallery, so maybe she should bring it to them!
Her first location chosen was in Japan, a little south of Tokyo - and in the middle of the ocean. On an island of ice, she would create a compressed copy of Tokyo itself, and fill it with volunteers who wished to become ice statues - some forever!
In her frozen copy of the Tokyo Tower, both native Japanese workers and visitors took up placements, semi-permanent and fully permanent. Tourists from the world over posed as if visiting - some were, of course. Some, however, were residents for eternity. The ice mirror of Japan's busy financial districts held some real stock brokers, real office ladies and men. Forever they'd stand, adding life to this copy.
In the duplicate of Akihabara, frozen otakus stood. Some had been shifted into favourite characters. Some had been frozen as they were, but all were now a mirror of the real thing. If one went to the real place and then to the ice version, the only differences would be temperature and the movement.
Out of respect no actual shrines were copied, but a generic ice shrine was made. Shrine maidens stood as statues at their gates.
A recreated train station had a bullet train of ice, never leaving, so never late. The commuters stood around as ice statues themselves.
And here too was the service provided at the home museum. Japanese visitors now just had to travel a little south of their capital rather than halfway around the world to benefit.
Many expanded busts, height-growths, extra muscles, bigger booties, and improved packages would be found across Japan and Asia in the near future. But many visitors using those services also went on display, in a hall of improvements. Some were of course forever residents - and in many cases stood as examples of what body shifting could be done.
One schoolgirl for instance had herself made into a giant-like form, wide shoulders, huge muscles, thick legs bigger than she had been before the expansions. Her serafuku skirt was more like a belt, her shirt stretched wide and tight, her panties straining on her vastly expanded and muscular frame. But her head remained the same size, looking small on her now massive frame. Still, that was exactly as she wished.
"Perfect!" She had cooed.
But of course, if there is a first, there are more to come....
In Paris, the Louvre became only the second most popular museum. This drew the ire of some, but many didn't mind. The ice-version of the Eiffel Tower was a perfect copy of her older counterpart, and visitors to the original often stayed quite some time at the ice version. And of course, being merely ice copies, everywhere was visible. All of Versailles could be explored. The ice-version of Notre Dame was modelled after the original, still being rebuilt from the fire it had suffered.
Outside London, a new ice island was formed in the Thames estuary for the branch there. A recreation of London, somewhat a sterotypical version, was made. Fake beefeaters patrolled an ice Tower of London. In Bearskins of ice, Queen's Guards stood before a mirror Buckingham Palace. A performance of Cats in an ice-clone of the West End was underway forever, every performer a permanent resident. A fake Parliament sat in session, considerably more useful than the unfrozen one.
In Norway, the nordic branch made use of the chilly climate, an open-air museum resembling a viking village... but with far bigger muscles than the ancient Norse would ever have pulled off! A Longboat of Ice was ready, but no raids would ever be launched. And of course, being historically accurate, the only horned helmets were in the gift shops... or in the "fun" zone, where rather than more period accurate looks, some statues played up the Hollywood versions.
In New York, one woman had volunteered to be grown to the size of the Statue of Liberty, and frozen. Now, two Lady Liberties stood,one of copper, one of ice. The woman's frozen body was hollowed through to allow access - and for the first time in over a century, the public could access the Torch... or rather, the copy. The Ice Liberty was open entirely - and an ice museum itself. Some smaller copies of her stood, but apart from that, the standard fare. Musclemen and women, expanded bodies, tweaked forms, many in ice, many forever.
In Finland, a "Santa's Grotto" of permanent statues was formed, no temporary volunteers. Elves and a Santa were here forever, though of course at the right seasons non-frozen ones would be there.
In Moscow, burly Russian men and women would become solid ice in a recreation of the larger city. Some of the residents, however, were not in favour at first, being rather rude, to put it lightly. Plumpie soon fixed that issue, of course... and the protests didn't so much as go away, as become permanent.
Even in warmer climates there was opportunity. Though it took some effort, one museum was made in the sahara, vast solar panels powering the climate controls. Egypt saw an ice representation of their ancient past. Further south in Africa, many historic kingdoms and tribes were given frozen pictures into their history.
In Africa, though, was also one of the more experimental locations. Some of the statues were built not as regular humans, but into animal shapes. Elephants made from many volunteers, lion prides that had once been eager people, giraffes, antelopes, the fauna of Africa recreated using people as their building blocks. And then there was the 'anthro' section, where some statues merely had some features. Tails, ears, claws, paws. Muscular lion-men and women, busty forms with long trunks, well-endowed Zebramen and mares. Here, also, was some other work - the technology Plumpie had claimed was being reverse engineered to try and let people have these animal features without being formed into ice to do so!
In South America, the Incan and Aztec civilisations were remade in ice. A hall of literal Amazonian beauties was built in Brazil.
Not everywhere accepted the newcomer museums at first, but public support helped. And if it didn't, well, a little extra convincing could be done. If the people objecting just so happened to join the exhibits, well, that was just a coincidence and nothing to do with Plumpie's hypnotic twerks...
Across the world, Plumpie's museums were made, mirrors and time capsules of their host nations, either their histories or their present days. And it had all began from the mad efforts of a suspect government agency, an agency that she had ultimately defeated.
And yet, with all these locations, all these statues, the work was never done. The numbers of visitors just kept on growing... and so, therefore, did the number of locations. With more and more people as statues, either for a while or forever, space kept running out.
Yes, Plumpie would be expanding, in more ways than one, for quite some time.