My eyes are immediately drawn to the person racing around the room, piles of forms and folders stacked in their hands. At the sound of my voice they turn to me, dropping the paperwork on one of the two desks in the office. I'm met with the sight of a handsome young man, maybe around his mid-to-late twenties.
"Nice to meet you Ms. Hughes" chirps the man, fumbling to adjust a pair of delicate wire frame glasses as they slide to the tip of his nose. "It'll be nice to have a partner here".
My voice catches in my throat as I look at him, my heart skipping a beat before hammering harder and faster than it had ever done before. Smitten is the only word that comes to mind, love at first sight. Despite knowing that I wasn't attracted to men mere hours ago I can't deny that through my new, albeit it poor, eyes this man is downright perfect.
His light brown to dirty blonde hair hangs about his neck, the thick layered mess giving off a casual and relaxed vibe. His skin is sunkissed with a slight tan, most likely from spending time out and about down by the docks and the beaches nearby. I can feel myself becoming lost in his blue-gray eyes, my breath growing warm as my blood begins to boil.
He stands well above me, most likely around 6'0" or maybe an inch or so shorter. His physique is relatively slender, though paired with a set of broad shoulders and a narrow waist leading to a v-shaped torso beneath her tight black business shirt. Keeping up with his casual look a pair of tight dark blue jeans wrap his lower half, my eyes becoming glued to his crotch for a moment as I find myself trying to make out what lay beneath.
"What the hell is wrong with me" I think to myself, realizing just what I was doing and how terribly the sight of this man had affected me. "This isn't like me...I...this is..." I continue, pausing my train of thought as I let out a short worried gasp. "...This body must...oh god..." I muse in my own head, focusing on the growing heat between my legs and the damp sensation forming in my panties.
I'm finally snapped back to reality as the sound of footsteps approaches me, my head jerking up as I find myself looking up at the man. He looks down at me with no small amount of concern, her eyes darting over my wet clothes and makeshift dress.
"Are you quite alright Ms. Hughes?" he asks, his voice threatening to melt me like butter. "Looks like I lost you there for a second" he says with a light chuckle before leaning against on of the desks in the small office.
"You could never lose me" I think, the thought coming to me and feeling more like the mewling of a content kitten. My face twists from my dumbfounded love struck expression for a moment, cringing at the violent rebellion occurring in my own mind.
"Sorry" I manage to squeak out, wincing at the sound of my thick accent once again. "I'm just a...little cold. I didn't bring any clothes besides...this..." I explain, gesturing down at myself in the robin's egg blue sweater turned tight form-fitting dress. I spin slightly on the spot, inadvertently showing the man more of my body than I normally would have liked. His eyes come to rest on my soft and disproportionately large ass, my heart fluttering as I catch him in the act.
"Well...ahem..." the young man stammer, coughing in an effort to clear his throat and his thoughts. "Perhaps...oh yes, if you would be so kind to get fetch us another reem of paper from the supply room...well...there is an old lost and found box for the campus and...well if a jacket were to go missing from it I don't think anyone would mind" he explains with a knowing wink.
I pause for a minute, again losing myself more to whatever desires had ripped through my body before finally speaking up. "I...oh of course...whatever you need...I mean I'll do whatever you..." I blurt out, seemingly having lost all of the little cool I had. With a deep breath I try to focus myself once again. "Where is the supply closet Mr...." I ask, trailing off as I realize I didn't even know this man's name.
"Down the hall you came up through, fourth door on the left" he explains, gesturing vaguely with his hands. "Room 3-4" he clarifies, counting the number out on his fingers just to make sure.
Without a second thought I spin around and race back through the doorway. My hips sway more dramatically than when I had entered, my body demanding I put on a delightful show of my greatest asset. With the added movement I wince dramatically, the sensation of my ass once again swallow the cheap panties I had been provided compounding with the feeling of the 'dress' riding up with each bounce of my new swollen cheeks.
The man remains thankfully silent as I race out of the room, only piping up as he calls out. "I'm Jamie by the way, Jamie Wilson".
As I pace my way down the hall, panting under my breath as I try to wrestle control back over my practically painfully aroused pint-sized body, I begin to tug and pull my clothes back into a more modest order.
"What the hell was that" I hiss, looking down at my body in horror at how quickly it had turned on me. To my dismay I sweater displaying a very visible set of pokies, my new thick nipples standing firm on my new modest bust. My mind wanders as I walk towards the supply room, the focus shifting to the desperate heat in my panties and the twitching of my new wet sex in anticipation.
"First the accent..." I huff, rolling my eyes as I listen to that particular permanent addition drop and ooze from each and every word that escapes my plump kissable lips
As I approach the storage room, more a storage closet than anything else, I quickly make my way inside. Large shelves line the tiny space, the tops of which I can't even see from my newly diminished vantage point. Looking around I try to find what I had come in here for, a reem of printer paper and whatever I could scrounge from the lost and found.
"Then...my eyesight..." I groan, continuing my thought as I slowly pace down along the shelves, glancing back and forth in search for the printer paper. My silky black hair dances in my vision, causing me to huff and puff in what must have looked like an adorable manner as I try to keep it from getting in my eyes.
Eventually, I manage to find what I was looking for, a small stack of sealed paper sitting near the back of one of the shelves. Reaching back I quickly snatch it and heave it towards myself. My eyes go wide as I tug at the full stack of reems, the pile barely budging and my arms shaking under the pressure of moving such a heavy object. With a defeated whimper I instead grab the topmost part, lifting it with thankfully far more ease as I place it on the shelf closer to myself.
"Then...then...fuck..." I grumble, fiddling with my panties as I try to pull them free from their ass cheek prison once more. I can feel the fabric stick to my new pussy as I try to readjust them, my pussy juices clinging to the soft material and evidencing the sudden and overwhelming sense of arousal I had just experienced.
My efforts are for naught as I spy my second target, a large plastic crate filled with randomly discarded items of clothing and other items. As I bend down to look through it I feel the sweater slowly slide up over my massive bountiful rear, my panties slowly sliding between the cheeks as I feel the cotton take the path of least resistance under the strain from my new asset.
I want to cry at the sensation, at feeling so helplessly naked in this new body. my hormones feel completely out of whack, the flood of all these new sensations creating a near tipping point. With my lip quivering and my breath growing shaky I instead sit myself down on the carpeted floor of the supply closet, whimpering as I feel the coarse fabric beneath me dig into the soft sensitive flesh of my ass.
As I dig through the crate I can't help but sigh. Despite finding myself slowly but surely calming down my situation isn't improved by much by the items in the lost and found. People don't often lose items of clothes, and even where they do that clothing becomes extremely suspect.
I begin to pull the items from the crate one by one, looking each item over and appraising it as quickly as I can under the terrible lighting and my new hampered eye-sight.
"I may as well..." I mutter, pulling out a cheap-looking faux-leather purse from the box. "No one will miss these and...well..." I mumble, trailing off as I remember just how much I had paid to become this surprisingly easily aroused pear-shaped Chinese girl. The purse is thankfully empty, though a faint scent of rum permeates the interior of the bag. "I can fix that" I squeak, eager to find anything that can help me on the cheap.
I begin to slowly fill the bag with other minor items from the lost and found. Mismatched items including a scuffed compact mirror, a well-worn leather wallet, and a flimsy pair of sunglasses. Strangely enough, I manage to find several pairs of glasses, many of them appearing to be cheap pairs bought as an emergency backup to some lost or forgotten set from an optometrist. I quickly pull on each and every pair I pass by, hoping against hope to find anything that can alleviate the blurred images that consume my vision whenever things draw too close. Thankfully, after trying several disorienting pairs I manage to find a cheap set of large rounded tortoise-shell glasses which seem to improve my vision. The hinge threatens to snap and come free in my hands, most likely one of the reasons they were left behind, but to me they are a lifesaver.
As I move deeper and deeper into the lost and found I begin to find larger items that had shifted over time, sinking to the bottom. Wincing at the smell, a mixture of musty clothes and vodka, I pull free a set of gray tracksuit pants sporting several suspect stains. Swallowing hard I stare at the pants, sighing as I stuff them into the rum-scented purse.
"I need...pants..." I pant, straining to hide the disgusting clothing in the purse to the best of my ability as I try my hardest not to gag at the scent.
Similarly disgusting discarded items line the bottom of the crate. A dark purple tank top, a light brown button-up shirt missing the top two buttons, a pair of jean shorts, and a tight pleather skirt. Each of the items stinks to high heaven and are covered in a sticky residue from either whatever caused them to be discarded or from some liquid that had been spilled into the lost and found since they had been dumped in there.
"I can't believe I'm..." I sigh, shoveling the smaller items into the purse as they all dangle out of the edges. "I need to buy something more...me" I grumble, figuring I could find someplace to shop at over the weekend.
Before I stand up, having torn the lost and found asunder, I spy one last piece of clothing in the bottom of the crate. Peeling it free from the sticky plastic bottom of the lost and found I marvel for a moment at the vintage leather jacket that had been trapped beneath all the other items for who knows how long. The whole exterior of the jacket is coated with a think layer of sticky residue left from some long-forgotten substance, however, the soft silky interior is remarkably unmarred. Wincing at the smell of the clothing, a faint mixture of vomit and vodka, I pull it on in the hopes of covering up more or at least staying warm. It's a surprisingly snug fit, conforming well to my slender figure though doing little to hide my prestigious ass.
"This'll do" I mutter under my breath, twisting and turning as I listen to the squeak of the leather with each of my movements.
Looking down at the purse I decide to leave it here for now, not wanting Jamie to see more foraging for such disgusting and awful clothing. Instead, I quickly pile everything back into the box, squealing in girlish terror and disgust as I handle the odd pair of discarded panties before throwing them back into the lost and found to be forgotten once more.
Grabbing the reem of paper I had set aside I quickly begin to race back to the office, steeling myself in the hopes that I would be better prepared when I see Jamie again.
As I enter the cramped office once again I find my stride becoming more sensual, my body demanding to be seen and for its desire to be reciprocated. Despite my best efforts I find myself staring at Jamie in a doe-eyed love struck fashion, freezing up dumbfounded as I watch him make copies by the printer.
Both in an effort to snap myself out of my stupor and to get his attention I clear my throat, my heart skipping a beat as he turns to face me with a broad warm smile. My knees go weak as he approaches me, my body locking up like a deer in the headlights or a head-over-heels school girl.
"Thank you Julie" he calls out, grabbing the paper from my arms. As he reaches out his hand brushes up against my arm, my heart quickly pounding in my chest at the brief moment of closeness. Without even noticing my spacey and lost demeanor, or merely looking past it for the time being, Jamie races back over to the printer as he tears open the new reem of paper.
"So you found that in the lost and found huh?" he asks, making an attempt at conversation with his new co-worker. "Lucky you, that looks pretty expensive" he says with a low chuckle, my body practically melting at the sound of his laughter.
"Y...yeah..." I manage to stammer out, struggling to make a coherent thought. "It's kind of...sticky..." I blurt out, immediately wanting to smack myself over how stupid I must have sounded.
"Yeah..." Jamie replies with a nervous laugh, turning to give me a bit of a concerned look. "The students around here can be a bit...rowdy to say the least" he explains, the vague direction making me want to gag at whatever the sticky residue could be.
As if catching my disgust Jamie begins to rub the back of his neck and run his hands through his hair. "Your accommodations should have a washing machine, don't worry, and there's a dry cleaner somewhere in the older part of town...I think..." he muses, looking up and away from me as if the address were somewhere in the corners of his vision.
"I'll...um...thank you..." I coo, choking up a little at how sweet and adoring I sounded as I talked to the practical stranger.
For a brief moment, there is no sound in the room beyond the hum of the printer and the pounding of the heavy rain on the window. My heart however continues to pound in my ears, a constant reminder of how suddenly smitten I had been stricken.
Finally, I break the silence, eager to avoid any awkwardness between myself and the object of my strange affections. "I should...unless you..." I mumble, nodding towards the hallway through the open door.
"Oh..." chirps the young man, looking down at me from across the room. "Well...you see..." he stammers, struggling to find his words himself. "I was...
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