Alternate Lives - Part Three

With a deep breath I pull myself to my feet, reaching down for the clothing and placing it on my bed. Rolling my neck, longing for maybe one last coffee or maybe so lunch, I decide to change into my new body so I can go out and get some food.

As much as sticking around the apartment to read up on this new life sounded lovely, giving me time to acclimate myself to my new secondary form, the thought of diving into the deep end had some perverse thrill to it.

Looking over at the quick-start guide I snatch it up, wandering over to the machinery in my wardrobe as I look between the two. With no buttons, no clear surface to interact with the device, I'd be lost without some sort of instruction. Opening up the guide I marvel at how simple the whole procedure appears to be, the steps I had to perform being downright minuscule

1. Press firmly against the empty chamber
2. Wait for glass to retract
3. Step into chamber (Remove clothes first)
4. Place mask over face and secure it
5. Count backwards from ten

To reverse procedure simply repeat steps

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Eager to test out the new toy I had gotten for myself I quickly begin to disrobe, hurling my shirt and pants into the corner messily as I hop free from my underwear and socks. As I approach the looming machine I take stock of myself, looking down at my flat chest and the large cock between my legs with a chuckle.

"I mean...this is going to be...interesting" I mutter nervously, looking at the squishy young woman with the immense rack as she rests in the pale green ooze. As I look closer I notice faint stretch marks around her hips, thighs, and chest as her body looks almost well-lived in at a cursory glance.

Reaching out I press my hand against the glass, my palm feeling the protective plastic layer give way slightly before something kicks into gear. A large central section presses inwards before sliding to the side, a small railing in the bottom of the tank driving the sudden change. As I step inside I notice the same plastic coating on the inside of the glass tank as well, the realization finally hitting me that it was some sort of sealant for the oddly moving parts.

The second I'm fully inside the tank, my bare feet standing on the metal-plated floor, the separated glass snaps back to its starting position. The large curved pane races around as it aligns back with the gap it had formed, slowing to a crawl as a subtle wheeze of air and squeaking of sealant on sealant fills the tiny space.

As the sound subsides a new one fills the tank, a whirring from the white box as it begins to open up. A mess of slender metal arms and blades rest housed in the humming white box, the glistening steel sending chills down my spine as I stare up at them in no small amount of horror. My eyes are quickly drawn to a dark shape descending from the new opening, a small rubber face mask hooked up to a large black hose that disappears into the ceiling.

Reaching up I snatch the mask before it can finish its descent, squishing the material in my hand as I try to work out how such a small thing would fit. Thankfully, as I fiddle with the rubber object I find it stretching and squashing in my grip, the strap on the back following suit. With a bit of a struggle I manage to slide the mask over my nose and mouth, the fit certainly is less than ideal but making sense for something so 'One-Size-Fits-All'.

I almost forget the final step, my mind wandering to the sheer discomfort of being trapped in a tiny glass tube with no visible method of escape and the warm tight section of rubber covering my face. My body feels fuzzy for a moment, a strange scent filling my nose and an odd taste reaching my tongue. I don't even notice passing out, the anesthetic taking effect and killing the chance of remembering any part of the procedure from my angle.

Coming to I feel warm air rushing over my body, the sensation of hair whipping about my head and brushing over my body immediately confronting me with the drastic changes I had saddled myself with. I'm overly warm, the mixture of the heated air and the thick heavy mass draping down from my head along with the down hairs coating my arms and legs leaving me surprisingly well insulated.

Wincing a little I slowly begin to open my eyes, the natural light streaming in through my window stinging my eyes as they quickly try to adjust. Staggering slightly I lean up against the back of the tank, hissing slightly as I feel the cold glass press into my back along with long coarse stands of hair.

Blinking rapidly I soon find myself looking out into my room, the space appearing far larger than it had mere moments ago. While the far side of the room appears crisp and clear in my vision, my bed and the tables on either side of it looking substantially taller from my new perspective, as things raw closer I find them turning into indistinct blurs.

I hear a hissing from the tank, the squealing of the insulation grinding against itself filling the enclosed space as the door pops open. Finally free I stumble forwards, squealing myself as I feel my body jiggle and shake with my fumblingly inept steps. My hips pop and sway heavily as I make my first footfall, my thighs rubbing against each other and my as of yet unseen as wobbling like jello out of sight. My chest bounces heavily, the massive unrestrained mounds of flesh tugging at me as I'm practically forced to lean forward or grapple with them.

My jaw drops as I look down, the sagging mass of fat bound to my chest engulfing much of my view of my new body. Reaching up my eyes go wide, my petite hands being dwarfed by my new bust as I try to hold them steady. As my fingers sink into the jiggly flesh, my palms squashing my tits as they overflow my hands, I feel a subtle tingling flow through my body. Nothing all too overwhelming or distracting, more a pleasant and pleasurable sensation more akin to a massage than masturbation.

With my chest temporarily restrained I waddle carefully to the exit of the glass pod, taking tiny tentative steps as I try to wrestle with the movements my new body demands. I feel downright weak, my knees shaking and arms aching as I try my best to support myself.

As I step out through the open passage I let out a pained yelp, the right side of my very wide bony hips colliding with the side of the pod with a loud crack. Tears well up in my eyes as I stumble out into my bedroom proper, the sudden burst of speed as I exit the pod causing my thighs and ass to shake beneath me.

"Fucking ouch" I grumble, looking down at my hip as a red mark forms on my pale skin over the outline of my wide pelvis. "Yeah, hit the bone and not the fla..." I begin to fume as I notice the doughy flesh clinging to my hips from my behind and my thighs, pausing as I finally take notice of my voice for the first time.

"Oh...hello?..." I coos meekly, testing my voice as a smile creeps across my lips. "Hellooooo" I practically purr, finding the voice escaping my lips being surprisingly sultry and alluring. It's a little lower than I expected for the pint-sized woman I had seen in the tank, encapsulating the sort of warm and smooth voice you'd want whispering in your ear at a busy bar or alone in private.

Pivoting around I glance back at the tanks in my wardrobe, my full lips quivering as I spy not only my reflection in the glass but also my normal body bobbing gently in the tank. The thick green oozing liquid that had once housed the skinny thick pale woman I now appear to have been pumped into the adjacent tank, my tall lanky body floating in it much like the young woman had mere moments ago.

Faint red wisps of blood sit in the tank around my body's forehead, though no cuts or incisions are visible anywhere on my body after the procedure.

"Was I always so...big?..." I muse, my eyes going wide and my jaw dropping as I look up at my face in amazement. I had always known I was tall of course, but I had never really appreciated just how that must have looked to those around me. The sight is almost daunting, the towering resting figure looming over me as it floats in silence.

In the reflective glass I finally get a better look at myself as well, a set of pale green eyes staring back at me in amazement. My soft plump lips part, revealing my pearly white teeth, as I meekly pull my delicate hands away from my chest. Wincing slightly I feel my breasts drop, the heavy mounds quickly sagging down as I feel the weak muscles in my back tighten up uncomfortably.

Finding the right distance to stand to keep my vision clear I watch in awe as the excessively busty and surprisingly bottom-heavy young woman nervously shuffles about my room in the reflection. Her pale face grows redder and redder by the second, my heart leaping into my throat as I feel my soft body shake and shift well after each of my movements.

My hair drapes down over my shoulder and hangs down around my hips, the heat-trapping mass thankfully having been pulled back while I had been dried off. My hair seemingly lacks much of any sheen or luster, the dry and dull strands splitting at the ends and puffing out in a rather unkempt mass.

"This... this is going to be a bitch" I huff, running my hands down through the messy strands, finding tiny knots far more often than I would have liked.

As I stare at my new younger body I'm suddenly met with a pang of hungry deep in my gut, my hand moving to my belly as I feel the soft pouch of healthy fat beneath my fingers. My stomach growls loudly, snapping my attention to the gnawing hunger inside of me. The feeling was all too familiar, reminding me of times when I had forgotten to eat due to one distraction or another before finally getting slammed with the famished sensation once that distraction was gone.

Needing to get something to eat I quickly turn my attention to the paper-wrapped bundle of clothes resting on the bed, a gleeful smile creeping over my sultry lips. As I reach for the package I let out a squeak of surprise, my arms brushing against the sides of my new breasts which overhang the sides of my chest. A shuddering breath escapes my lips, the weird sensation knocking me for a loop and giving me temporary pause before I move back to the package with a little more care and mindfulness concerning my body.

The package comes apart relatively quickly, the bundled clothing tumbling out onto the bed as the long ginger-colored maxi skirt wrapping around the clothing unfurls. A pair of large cotton plain black panties rest alongside a black sports bra made of some mixture of elastic materials. The long ankle-length ginger linen maxi skirt looks almost pleated despite its plain design, though the pleating appears more likely to be wrinkles from the packing and folding. A plain white blouse sits crumpled along with the rest of the clothing, the thin material making it obvious that the black bra was a bad move on the part of whoever chose the clothing.

A pair of well-worn second-hand light brown leather boots sit beneath the skirt, a pair of plain white socks sitting inside one boot and a pair of tortoise-shell reading glasses in the other.

I whimper slightly as I stare at the clothing I had been provided. While the thick and long skirt would provide a good chance to hide my new body from prying eyes the top unfortunately didn't afford that same privilege.

With a deep sigh I reach for the bra first, stretching the soft elastic material between my hands as I test the limit of the thing before giving it the real test that was my chest. As I fiddle with the dark piece of underwear I spy a small tag, the fuzzy text causing me to squint and grumble in frustration. Figuring I would just read it later I quickly move to fumble my way into the bra, shoving my arms through the straps as I tug the clingy material over my head. As the bra comes to rest atop my sagging shelf of fat I'm forced to painfully pull the mass of hair behind me through the straps, not wanting to get it caught or pinned beneath anything it shouldn't be.

With no small amount of effort I slowly manhandle my mammoth bust into the cups of the sports bra, the elastic material supporting the enormous jiggling flesh and flattening them against my chest as the weight quickly shifts to the straps around my shoulders. With a deep breath I tug the last of the bra down, feeling the lower part come to rest beneath my chest in a comforting manner.

Bouncing slightly on the balls of my petite little feet I feel my chest heave and bounce disorientingly, the weight threatening to guide my small body forward and onto the bed. However, despite the immense weight and growing sweaty heat inside the bra the new underwear was far more comfortable at least for now.

The panties are far easier to get on compared to the bra, the mechanics of pulling on underwear being largely similar between my two bodies. Thankful to have the bra's support as I lean down I quickly begin to tug the panties up my hairy unshaven legs, my fingers pausing for a moment to run over the bristly hairs.

"I suppose I'll need to shave" I mutter, looking between my arms and legs. "I wonder if...No, no I'm sure it'll be fine" I muse, tugging the panties up my thighs as I ponder if my razor will work for my soft and supple feminine limbs.

As the panties reach my hips I'm forced to nibble at my lower lip anxiously, the cotton material stretching over my childbearing hips to cover my wide wobbling rear and pulling tight against the flat hairy mound between my legs. A low whimper escapes my lips as I release my grip on the waistband, the elastic band snapping tightly over my hips as I feel the worry of how my ass would look in the underwear creep into my mind.

Thankfully, the maxi skirt is extremely easy to pull on. After stepping into the dull orange skirt it is merely a task of pulling it up and over my hips before letting the softly padded elastic waistband come to rest over my hips.

The blouse, while easy to pull on, suffers due to my bust and my hair. I'm forced once again to struggle and wrestle with the mass of dried-out dull black strands, whipping them around my head as I make sure none of them get caught between my skin and the blouse. It is thankfully rather loose on me, the button-up being a few sizes too large and making it easy to get comfy in it as I begin to button it up. The oversized nature of the top quickly makes sense however as I reach the chest, the material that hangs loosely over my waist and stomach growing tight and taut as I strain to close the buttons over my bust.

Tucking the blouse into the skirt, trying my hardest to brush out the wrinkles and creases covering the otherwise crisp white top, I'm left staring down at the faint black shape of my bra encased tits as the dark color bleeds through the white shirt.

Snatching up the glasses from the bed I bring them up to my face, the world beyond the small panes of glass appearing oddly crisp after having spent the past few minutes living with a strange haze around nearby objects.

Picking up the boots, socks, the manila envelope, and the strange *self-*addressed letter I begin to waddle my way out of my room. I mewl gleefully as I feel my chest jiggle inside my bra, the tight material restraining the massive plaint weight better than I had hoped. My hips continue to gyrate beyond my control, my gait shifting and leaning into the demands of my body as I quickly find it easier to merely give in.

As I reach the living room, my eyes going wide as I coo and marvel at the strangeness of seeing my apartment from this new perspective, I pace and plod over to the couch. Dropping my shoes to the floor I collapse back onto the couch myself, squealing through forcefully closed lips as I feel my ass and thighs squish into the firm cushion and pool out beneath me.

Blushing a deep crimson I lean over to grab the socks, feeling my chest tug at me as the straps dig into my shoulders. Sliding the white socks on without much of a problem I quickly move onto the worn boots, the inside feeling rather rough and heavily used but still rather sturdy.

Pulling myself back to my feet with a strained grunt I make a mental note to get some sort of exercise regime started as Imogen Hall, my frail limbs struggling to deal with the weight of my own body after a lifetime in the tank.

Before I leave I quickly mince over to the kitchen, grabbing my wallet from the counter and pocketing some cash for myself.

"Just in case" I mutter, giggling slightly in my new voice as I search for a pocket.

Sadly I'm quickly met with an issue of women's clothing, the pronounced lack of pocket. With my grin growing wider I fold up the bills before undoing my top few buttons, a mewling shuddering breath escaping my lips as I slide the money between my soft pale breasts with no small amount of delight.

Before I button up the shirt once me I remember one last thing I had prepared. Pulling open one of the kitchen drawers I find my old phone, a device that was over half a decade old at this point. I knew my new life would need a phone, and not being one to waste money I figured that gifting this young woman my old phone would be a nice welcoming gift.

Smirking down at my cash carry cleavage I pull at the top of the sports bra once more, squeaking loudly as I slide the icy cold smartphone down between my warm inviting breasts. Buttoning up my shirt once more I can't shake the giddy nervous smile from my new face, the feeling of the objects resting in my cleavage making me want to giggle with each of my gyrating steps.

Walking towards the front door I realize that I'd need a key to get back home once I'd left. I hem and haw over what to do, lacking any sort of spare key and realizing that I had forgotten to make a spare for my new self.

With a huff, I simply decide to leave the door unlocked. My apartment was largely just families and quiet neighbors that kept to themselves, I never so much as got a knock on my door let alone someone trying to enter my apartment unannounced.

Opening the door I check the coast is clear before slipping out, sneaking down the hall and to the stairs as I begin to make the trek to my favorite little cafe as this mysterious young woman Imogen Hall.