With a slow exhale I decide to at least get the cheap panties I had been given on before making any about my clothing, my eyes darting between the light blue and deep green shapes in an indecisive fashion.
Still standing on my tippy toes, I bend over to step into the black fabric stretched between my hands. As I lean over I let out a soft whimper, the subtle weight on my chest reminding me of my new build almost as much as the black hair shifting around my face. Moving to step into the gifted panties I freeze up, realizing just how much I had bent over without thinking about it. My knees were still perfectly straight, but I swear that if I wanted I could press my whole palm against the cold concrete floor with no trouble at all.
"Enjoying the view?" jokes Sammie from somewhere behind me, causing me to spread my legs a little as I peek between my legs. My eyes lock onto Cameron's, his gaze pinned to my plump juicy rear as I give him an unintentional little show.
With new found need I hastily step into the panties, easily sliding them up my smooth legs before having to stretch them over my thick thighs and even wider hips. I can't help but let out a low wince as I release the elastic band and feel it sink into my flesh. The pair is just too small on me, the fabric tightly clinging to my pussy and becoming consumed my ass cheeks as I try to wriggle my way into some semblance of comfort.
Hearing Cameron clear his throat behind I snap back upright, standing at attention as I clumsily pick at my new panties in an effort to keep them from becoming lost in my new rear end.
Desperate for some semblance of modest, to avoid the gaze of those in the room, I snatch up the extremely loose and flimsy pants from the table. With the same surprising level of ease I bend over, groaning as I feel my panties slide deeper between my cheeks, before stepping into the disposable garments. Unlike the panties however, the pants are far too baggy as the waistband barely holds them in place over my hips. I'm forced to bend down one last time, huffing a little from the sudden bout of exercise as I roll up the legs to help them fit a little better on my short slender legs.
Content with my covered lower body, but not happy or conformable to say the least, I glance between the remaining items and of clothing on the surgical table. I chew slightly at my plump lower lip, playing with it as I try to make my decision.
"Maybe...this" I mutter, snatching up the gifted blue top that the MILF turned overweight woman had given me. I'm forced to fiddle with the tight woolen top for a moment, fishing out the sleeves and shaking it out to get it into a wearable state. With no small amount of urgency I begin to pull it over my head, wriggling my body as I try to snake my way up through the tight clingy material. It had been fairly form-fitting over its former owner, and despite me now being more slender than she had been it is still a little too tight for my liking. As my head pops free from the top, a little gasp escaping my lips as I inhale with my escape, I quickly begin to get my arms into place. My hands don't even fully reach the ends of the sleeves, my fingertips being the only things to really show as I pull the rest of the top down over me. It easily glides over my modest bust as well as my taut stomach and waist, the small fatty mounds on my chest slightly pushing the robin's egg blue top outwards as the soft material clings to me.
The real problem rears its ugly head as the hem of the top reaches my hips and behind. Grumbling under my breath I'm forced to tug and stretch the sweater to pull it over my larger assets, my lip quivering as I feel the sweater perfectly outline my ass to the world. With the last few tugs I manage to get the sweater to rest a little above my mid-thigh, letting out a sigh of relief as I realize how thankful I am for the pants.
Bouncing a little on the balls of my feet I shift awkwardly inside the top, my face twisting into a scowl as I feel my thick dark nipples rub against the sweater and causing a strange new range of sensations to bombard my mind.
"Julie, ma'am...if you're done" calls a voice from behind me, the formerly shorter now slightly taller than me woman moving beside me with a manila folder in hand. She looks down at me, the grin on her face coming through despite her being a blurry mess in my vision.
"These are your new legal documents, and your wallet is in there too" she explains, handing me the folder with such vigor that she practically presses it into my chest. "Your account has already been charged and the funds cleared, so no needing to worry about that. Inside you'll find a new birth certificate, driver's license, everything. The updates have been sent through to the relevant entities. To everyone who looks you up now you'll be Julie Hughes, a sweet twenty-five-year-old girl. Congrats" she explains, the dark blur above her eyes shifting up as she raises her eyebrows.
"Thank...you" I mumble nervously, taking the folder from her and holding it to my chest. "Um...when will I...how long will it take to lose the..." I mutter, slowly bundling up my remaining clothes.
A loud scoff comes from my left, the older tech taking a pause from his exploration of my former body as he looks up at me.
"The accent? Ms. Hughes, we are professionals here" he grumbles, slightly offended by my comments. "If a customer wants a body with a new accent they get one, for the rest of their days"
The blood drains from my face, my mouth falling agape at his explanation and insinuation.
"So...wait I'm..." I squeak, shivering a little in place.
"Stuck sounding like some exchange student or tourist? That's right my little egg-roll" he snaps back, returning to his work on my former body and getting it upright.
"Sir!" snaps both Sammie and Cameron, with the former sounding far more offended than the other. "That is so inappropriate!" Sammie continues, Cameron shutting up as he watches the short woman berate the man he appeared to be scared of.
The older tech merely waves a hand at her dismissively, pulling my old body to its feet. My body stands only a few feet away from me, towering over my new form and its cock standing fully erect. Sammie, slightly distracted from her righteous indignation, simply stares at the massive rod I had once called my own.
"Sir...Is that...necess..." she begins to choke up, growing a little flustered at the sight.
"Sex sells" the older tech shrugs, smacking my former body on its slight flabby and hairy behind.
As the sound of the smack rings out through the room my old body quickly begins to walk towards the double doors, his stride being far more confident and masculine compared to the cute mincing of the female sales programing.
"Well..." the older tech says expectantly as he looks over at me before nodding to the door. "Out you go."
My heart leaps into my chest as the older tech urges me towards the exit, my mind racing as I try to think of everything I needed or if I still had any questions.
"Wait...um...I don't have any shoes...and it's raining...and I still can barely..." I squeak, fidgeting and fumbling with the folder and my clothes as I try to get a firmer grasp on the multitude of things I needed to carry.
"No my problem, I don't control the weather, and not...my...problem" the older tech grumbles, fishing around in his pockets for something before producing a packet of cigarettes. "Have a nice day, enjoy your adorable new body, if you don't like it either buy a new one through us properly or come back for the next sale. Goodbye" he explains forcefully before nodding to Sammie. I watch as he opens the slightly crushed box of cigarettes and places it in between his lips.
Slightly defeated I begin to pad my way over towards the door, nearly falling flat on my face with the first uncoordinated step in my new body. Thankfully, before I can truly tumble Sammie grabs my arm and pulls me upright.
"Thanks" I squeak, my eyes going wide as I begin to take my next tentative step.
"Just...try to take it slow" Sammie mutter, a small about of concern slipping through in her tone.
"Sammie! Cameron!" shouts the older tech, tugging at his own lap coat as he pulls it over his head. "I'm going for a smoke! I'm overdue on my break, just wire up the next one and grab me once they're ready."
Before anyone can say another word the older tech slips through a door beyond the converted loading bay, the sheets of rain immediately pelting him as he struggles to light the cigarette in his mouth.
With a little help from Sammie I begin to waddle my way over toward the exit, my eyes locked onto my former body as it waits by the doors complete still. My stride fights with how my body wants to move with every single movement, my hips begging to shift and sway with each and every step and my rear bounces and shakes along with them. The floor feels so much closer, each step ending far more quickly than I remember and carrying me a far shorter distance.
Before long I find myself standing awkwardly next to my old body, a sweet polite grin spread across its lips making for a strange and off-putting sight. Reaching out I slide the doors open, my former body racing out ahead of me in an effort to reach the stairs up to the walkway as fast as possible.
I feel Sammie's hand slide away from my arm, leaving me standing on my own as my heart quickly begins to race inside my chest. The warehouse seems so much larger now, the people scattered around the room more daunting as they loom above me.
"Next!" screams Sammie, her footsteps carrying her further way from me as she approaches the surgical tables.
Tentatively pacing out through the doors I begin to lean into the desperate demands on my body, swaying my hips a little with each step while focusing deeply on each and every slow and metered footfall.
As I pace out of the room a blurred shape passes by me, causing me to jump a little in shock. A person a little shorter than myself speeds into the room, a mixture of black and blue hair being one of the only defining features that I can make out while this close. Behind her walks a taller woman, her clothes forming into an ill-fitting gray blob as she approaches and passes me by.
As I slowly and carefully walk out into the warehouse proper, my short strides carrying me under the walkway, I hear the crowd ahead going wild. Looking up I find my angle even worse than before, only being able to make out a mixture of pale flesh and luscious red hair through the small holes in the metal walkway above me.
"So...who wanted to be someone's dommy mommy!?" cries the auctioneer, not even needing to start his sales pitch before a flurry of bids begin to roll in.
Looking over to the crowd I feel my stomach sink, realizing I now had to navigate the mass of people in my newly diminished size. I also notice some of the frenzied audience staring at the stairwell as no small number of people look away from the 'dommy mommy' above. Looking over to the stairs confirms my fears, the sight of my former naked form bouncing up the stairs with its cock bouncing along with each step sending a chill down my spine.
I'm forced to pull myself away, picking up my careful pace as I race to the edge of the crowd. Staggering and stumbling over myself I try my best to get used to be me, finding it hard to overcome decades of knowing how to move in a matter of minutes.
"I'll...need practice...that's it" I whisper to myself, slowing down as I begin to navigate around the edge of the audience as their eyes fall on me. I feel like I'm on display as I waddle my way around the throng of people, their gaze locking to me as they recognize one of the former lots nervously shuffling past them.
"That's him right? Look how cute he is now"
"Do you think his body is worth it?"
"Can't believe he paid that much to look like that"
After a few agonizing moments I manage to reach the showroom floor once again, leaving the auction behind me as I weave my way through the relatively less dense crowd window shopping for bodies. Despite having just made a purchase I find myself constantly being accosted by those bodies on display if I stray too close, the attractive men and women bending down to whisper sweet nothings and innuendos in my ear and causing my face to go as red as a tomato.
Strangely, I find myself getting the most flustered at the men as their muscular forms and deep voice send shivers down my spine and my heart to race with each close encounter.
Before I can really dwell on it though I find myself at the entrance, the sheets of rain pelting down outside causing my shoulders to slump. Looking around for something, anything, that could keep me dry I end up staring at my old clothes. I carefully begin to bundle up the folder contain what was in essence my new life inside of my baggy black t-shirt, hoping to protect it from the rain before draping my large green sweater over my head.
Clutching what remained of my possessions close to my chest I race out into the pouring rain, wincing immediately as I feel my sensitive feet impact the rough and wet ground outside. I nearly fall over multiple times as I speed out through the gate and down the road towards my car, the sight of the white sedan filled with moving boxes filling me with no small amount of comfort. As I reach my vehicle I'm forced to route around in my old jeans for my keys, whimpering as I feel the flimsy pants I had on quickly become waterlogged and threatening to fall apart around me.
In one triumphant motion I whip out my key-chain, opening the driver's side door before throwing myself in and slamming the door shut behind me. Shivering my seat I quickly turn the heater on, hoping to dry off and fight back the chill that was assaulting my new body. Hurling what I had been carrying into the passenger's seat I pause for a moment, taking in just how strange my all-too-familiar car now felt. It was so spacious now, and I can barely reach the peddles and see from the mirrors thanks to my diminished frame. I begin to slowly readjust everything, fiddling with my mirrors and shifting the seat around as I try to find a comfortable position to drive from.
In a rather impulsive decision I grab the waistband of my soaked pants, wriggling them down over my ass and hips before sliding them off entirely.
"The sweater is...basically a dress..." I mutter, my voice shaking a little as I tug at the bottom hem of what was meant to be a top and try my best to un-bunch my panties.
Freed from the clinging paper material I quickly shift all the heating sources I can muster onto my drenched form, wriggling in place as I try to get used to the additional padding when I sit as I dry off and warm up.
After a few minutes of relative calm I decide it's time to leave. I turn on the ignition, feeling the engine roar to life as the vibration make their way through the fatty cushion I was now seated on. A slight gasp escapes my lips in surprise, my eyes going wide as I try to wriggle into another comfortable position.
"That's...new..." I squeak, wincing as I hear my new accent and am reminded of what I was stuck with.
With a deep sigh I begin to pull into the street, tilting my head back a little to more clearly see the slightly blurred numbers on my dashboard.
"Can drive my ass" I grumble, slowly making my way out of the industrial district and towards the highway out of town. "I mean...I guess I can see the road fine...I don't need to see the numbers if I can see the dial" I continue, shifting positions as I find a comfortable way for me to safely see.
"I guess I have a while to work it out" I huff, rolling my eyes at my own voice.
It was true that I did have quite a while to work out this whole driving thing. While I had l lost my job in the city the college had managed to find me one elsewhere, though it was quite far from my home. It was one of the reasons I had gotten here so earlier, besides wanting to see everything the fabled 'Flash Sale' had to offer.
I knew that it would take quite a while to drive to my new home...
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