Bodyy Balm - Part Three

After no small amount of thought, the morning soon turning to afternoon as I fumble and fiddle with the canister in my hands, I finally make a decision. I swallow hard, pushing the box of spare Bodyy Balm under my sofa as I race out the front door and downstairs to set a trap for Emily, the bitchy gym bunny.

As I rush down the stairs I think back to the times she had made life hell for those of us around the building, the stolen packages, the dumped and stolen laundry, and the changing clothes in public places with constant threats to go to her grandmother if we didn't apologize to her over it all. Always with that smirk on those cock sucking lips and a sneer on her delicate and innocent-looking face.

I could understand how her grandmother bent to her every whim, looking so sweet otherwise it would not take much for her to manipulate people especially someone as doting as a grandmother eager to see her grandchildren.

"She's in need of an attitude adjustment" I justify to myself, panting and sweating more profusely as I rush through the humid and warm stairwell. 'My attitude specifically" I think with a low chuckle escaping my lips.

The plan was simple, a two for one to explain my missing and to get my new body. As I reach the laundry I quickly fetch my latest batch of laundry from the dryer, the still slightly moist clothing feeling hot to the touch. Groaning as I feel the soggy heat of each item against my arms I bundle them all into a washing machine, dumping the whole canister of Boddy Balm in on top of them. Turning in the washing machine I let it get to halfway up the barrel before pulling the plug, leaving the clothes floating in a shallow pool of balm-filled water.

Plugging it back in I simply leave, running back up to my apartment to watch the street below.

Emily always came by today, though no one really knew why. Perhaps it was a gym day, or maybe she was close by, it could even be that she scheduled her laundry days to collide with our own. Regardless, I knew upon seeing the half-filled washing machine that it would be too delicious an opportunity to pass up.

With her clothes sodden with Bodyy Balm and eventually dried I knew from experience she would change slowly into something new, hoping to catch whoever was unlucky enough to come by walking in on her before threatening and berating them.

That's when I'd come by, I could time it to the minute with those old machines. I'd just need to keep her around for enough time for the balm to do its work and it'd all be over.

It'd just require me leaving my own clothes in the dryer after washing them myself, taking a single set of clothes with me. In the search for my missing self afterward they would certainly find the clothes, with tests showing Bodyy Balm soaked into the fabric.

Conclusion: Jordan Hughes is a suit somewhere, being held for sale or worn someplace far away.

The wait, while feeling interminable, was not all that long. By the late afternoon to early evening I finally spotted Emily as she waltzed towards the building from across the street, the taller and rather well-built woman barely even looking for traffic as she crossed the road with a wicker laundry basket in hand. The relatively large contain appears to be crammed haphazardly with various items of athletic wear, from tight midriff-bearing tank tops to stripy sets of yoga pants and even more than a few pairs of clingy elastic shorts.

Her artificial red hair clings to her face, the short neon orange mass plastered to her forehead as she too sweats buckets during her walk. Her shoulder look rather red, the sun baking her pale skin thanks to the moss green sports bra she was wearing as a top. Her sizable bust bounces subtly with each step as they are supported by both the bra itself and the basket squishing against them, the soft and pliant flesh easily being more than a handful even for my own large masculine hands.

Her toned stomach and narrow waist are on full display for the world to see. While not a six-pack her abs and obliques are extremely well defined, firm lines carving their way down her flat belly and framing it. The term hourglass comes to mind as I watch her sashay up onto the sidewalk and into the apartment building, though her build was a little short of being truly that much of a roller coaster like her sister.

A tight pair of black shorts cling to her hips and thighs, the material straining and shifting with each step as her hips roll and rock sensuously. The boney curvature of her wide pelvis is on full display through the skintight material, her thick thighs and juicy ass being the plusher body parts that leave the shorts looking almost painted on.

As she walks into the building I start the timer on my phone. Giving her roughly a minute or two to discard my clothing I would show up soon after to put the washing into another machine, letting her enjoy her annoying little act one last time. After a forty-five-minute wait I would through them in the dryer, again letting her know I was around. Finally, after the last hour I would show up again, and if I knew Emily at all she would be making a fairly public display of getting changed into her freshly dried clothes in an effort to have someone stumble upon the scene.

I start walking downstairs soon after the first time, racing a little too excitedly in the hopes of catching her in the act. Fortunately enough I make it to the laundry just in time to see her dump my wet logged clothes to the dirty tiled floor, her delighted grin quickly shifting as I storm into the room to a confused and demure pout.

"Oops" she chirps, her murky green almost hazel eyes looking between me and the sodden pile of clothes. "You should know now I like this one" she coos innocently, her plush pouty lips curling into a devilish grin.

I don't even respond, sucking in my thin lips as I grab my clothes and dump them into the next machine down. My heart races as I do, the Bodyy Balm-infused water causing my arms to tingle and feel softer to the touch as I cradle the mass of clothes in them. Thankfully the changes seem limited as I manage to get rid of the clothes rather quickly, starting a new wash cycle knowing full well it would do little to wash away the terrifying substance.

As I leave I hear Emily huff behind me as her pout returns, obviously not liking the lack of any real response on my part.

Waiting up in my room is torture, the thought of Emily sealing her own fate through her actions is almost too tantalizing to endure. As the second timer goes off I race downstairs yet again, strangely enough getting to the room first. I quickly heave my laundry into the dryer, my fingers bending back rather horrifically as more and more body balm soaks into my flesh.

Thankfully I manage to straighten them out, snapping bone and sinew back into place as Emily bounces into the room. Her eyes narrow at me, glaring at the person she failed to get a rise out of with her shitty behavior. She opens her mouth to say something as she walks to the washing machine, likely another reminder of her constantly changing 'favorite machine', but I simply leave before she can utter a single word.

As I exit the back room, turning to head back to the stairs, I hear the washing machine lid slam open as the rather muscular Emily takes out her frustration on the inanimate object.

The next wait is the most painful of all, my heart hammering in my chest at the thought of what was to come. I would need to delay her, maybe even for some time, as I waited for the balm to take effect. I tried to think of how long I had heard it take in the past, the authorities at the time being mixed and blaming the various time frames on all sorts of factors. I spend much of the time simply playing with my fingers, watching their shape stretch out before snapping back to normal once I let go.

As the final timer goes off I decide to take the box of remaining bottles with me, not willing to leave them in the apartment that would certainly be searched over the course of any ensuing investigation stemming from my disappearance. As I heave the box up, quickly sealing it back up with what tape remained intact, I feel my softened arms distort beneath the weight. Deep grooves are carved into my flesh, reddened marks that would take some time to disappear naturally.

With one final look at my apartment I wonder if I should take anything, a memento or keepsake of my life up until this point. After a brief moment of contemplation I shake my head, leaving through the front door and leaving it slightly ajar. Taking something would be too risky, keeping a missing object close by would only lead to suspicions if it were discovered in Emily's possession.

As I reach the laundry I find myself panting and sweating buckets, the dense and surprisingly heavy box making the trip down four flights of stairs in this heat practically unbearable. My loud clomping footsteps echo through the hallway, the only other sound reaching me being that of a muffled yet excited giggle from the laundry room.

As I round the corner I find myself staring at Emily bent over, her bare large plush yet firm ass facing me as she searches the dryer for something. A pair of lacy baby blue panties cover her pussy, though the sheer portions of the fabric appear to slide in between her ass cheeks as she sways them from side to side. Her chest is covered by a relatively modest white t-shirt, the low plunging neckline keeping her assets on full display while the overly tight material clings to her firm and slender frame.

As I pause in the doorway she cries out, lurching up with a tight set of sky blue yoga pants in hand. She looks at me in utter shock, though makes no effort to cover herself as she shimmies her way into the skintight pants. Her firm calves and thighs look ravishing in the yoga pants, her hip bones on prominent display as she tugs the waistband over them. Her thick meaty thighs squish together as she stands up at her full height, the heavy mixture of firm muscle and delicate fat making them appear remarkably tight and juicy.

"You fucking pervert" she snaps, the faux anger on her face flickering away as she struggles to fight back her smirk. "You fucking dare you watch me get fucking dressed, you're sick!" she cries, being a little louder than she needed to be in an effort to have other people hear.

"You were getting changed in the laundry room" I remark, finally putting up the fight she wanted.

"And?" she remarks, folding her arms under her chest as she tries to emphasize her bust. "This is my building, I can get changed here if I want. You're the one that just barged in."

"It's not your building" I remind her, walking up to my dryer to begin my act of unloading it. "It's your grandmother's"

"That's right!" she snaps, stepping between me and the dryer. Despite towering over her the relatively tall woman is rather intimidating, her firm muscles and athletic body leaving her far from being a physical pushover. "She owns this place, one word about you perving on me to gam gam and you're out of here."

I barely listen to her words as she makes her threat, my eyes locking to her chest and arms as they appear to smooth out and droop right before my eyes. Sweat begins to stain her shirt, shadows building in the armpits and around the contours of her tight taut belly. With the sweat leaving her pores the body balm appears to seep in, using the tiny holes as a highway to the bloodstream. The more she gets riled up, the more her heart pounds and her blood boils the worse it seems to get, her shoulders soon sagging down as she loses her intimidating bearing rather quickly.

"So it's still not your building" I remark, a grin forming on my lips as I watch her jaw drop. She quickly bites at her lower lip, the anger inside of her building and building at being spoken to like this. She was used to people just taking the abuse, never crossing nor questioning her while she rode roughshod over them,

"It basically is!" she shouts, her glaring narrowed eyes appearing to droop slightly. "Once she fucking dies it will be mine properly and you'll be fucking out of here so fast that..."

"So it really isn't then" I interrupt, her pale face growing red as one side of her face begins to sag. It's as though her muscles are going slack, losing all tension as they turn to mush inside of her. Despite these changes she doesn't seem to notice, her rage giving her tunnel vision focusing on the tall asshole of a man in front of her.

She splutters for a moment, unable to form the right words. Finally, after a few seconds of quiet she simply shouts "Fuck you" before shoving me. I expect to be forced back, her powerful biceps flexing as she throws her body weight into the push. However, I remain standing, I don't even move back a single inch. We both watch in horror and amazement respectively as her hands appear to collapse in on themselves, the slender pale digits acting more like an empty pale glove than a real human hand. The force appears to ripple up her arms, her firm solid-looking forearm quickly collapsing in on itself as the form is knocked out of it.

Gasps of fear escape Emily's throat as her mouth begins to distend, the weight of her slender delicate jaw growing too heavy for her oozing flesh to hold up. Her hips too begin to sag out to the sides, the wide bones appearing to melt like a Salvador Dali clock over her shaking thighs. Her legs seem to begin to melt beneath her, her body only being supported by what looks like lumps of flesh-colored candle wax as she leans against me.

I watch her throat bulge as she tries to say something, her neck bending and distending outwards as her words fail to amount to anything. Taking a step back I watch as she collapses forward, a pool of oddly pale ooze with the occasional human feature appearing visible somewhere in the mass. An eye blinks up at me, low gurgling coming from somewhere inside the mass as it writhes and inches towards me like some sort of worm. The clothes around her try their best to keep her shape intact, through each item is simply overwhelmed by the heavy slime-like flesh.

I begin to pull off my own clothing, tossing them into Emily's wicker laundry basket as I go. On more than one occasion I feel her brush up against my foot, the wriggling almost sobbing mass desperate for something as I disrobe. Before long I'm left in my birthday suit, my sweaty and tired body on full display. Reaching down I begin to look for something in the writing fleshy mass, a grin coming across my face as I feel her soft gloss coated lips against my fingers.

"This is..." I mutter, feeling her stretched-out lips quiver and weakly attempt to close around my fingers. I slowly begin to pull at her mouth, watching as it expands out like the loose opening of the world's worst sleeping bag. Her eyes dart around in terror, eventually locking to my own as she pleads at me to do...something.

I tentatively step inside, wincing as I feel the overly warm and moist inside of Emily caress my hairy leg. I'm forced to shake and wriggle my limbs as I try to force my way deeper inside, the clothing acting as a rough guide for what was what in the oozing mass that had been Emily. I feel pieces of her from the inside as I pull my legs into place, her once proud muscles feeling more like play-doh as I glide past them. Somewhere deep inside her I can faintly sense a heartbeat, her organs having been displaced in the quivering mass.

I strain to pull and heave her up over my shoulders, her body oozing out too quickly and drooping too heavily for the matter to be done with any real haste. As I get the arms in place I watch as the shirt begins to tear, the plunging neckline ripping along with the sleeves and the bottom hem-line. Her body, while remaining loose, seems to pulse and quiver around me in anticipation, as though it yearned to be whole once more.

Finally, as I pull my head inside past her lips I watch as the world goes dark, her lips snapping shut like a bear-trap around my head. I howl in pain, my voice being muffled as Emily's roiling mass crushes me from every angle. My bones ache and crack under the strain, the force around me molding them into a new familiar shape.

With my mouth open I feel things begin to rush inside, my eyes watering as I gag on each item passing into my gullet. It's as though Emily's insides, the muscles and organs, knew they had a new home as they force their way inside me and quickly displace my own. I feel my heart stop suddenly before it is replaced with one that feels far more powerful as it frantically beats, what had once hammered in my chest moments ago quickly falling silent as it is squashed and temporarily flattened inside my chest.

My crotch is suddenly impacted by something beyond my sight, dropping me to my knees. The once might organ between my legs quickly flattens against me, disappearing entirely as I feel something force its way up between my legs before coming to rest in my pelvis. I begin to lose track of where I end and Emily begins, her skin pulling tighter and tighter against my own until I swear they fuse into one.

It's over almost as soon as it started, my vision slowly returning in an eye-watering blur. My chest feels heavy as I lean over, supporting myself with my arms as I stare at the ground. I feel hot and sweaty, but for some reason it feels far more manageable as though I was used to getting sweaty far more often.

"Whuh..." croaks a voice from beyond my control, the quiet and dazed voice of Emily barely audible as she tries to speak using our throat. I feel the skin around my jaw tense, my tongue shift slightly as though quivering inside my mouth. "...Ere...an...I?" she whimpers, struggling to speak as a rather powerless passenger in all this.

I slowly stand on wobbling legs, the muscles inside the once-powerful limbs feeling weakened and worn out after what they just went through. My chest heaves and wobbles inside the torn shirt, the sports bra underneath doing well to keep my new assets restrained. My ass shakes behind me as I sway in place, the firm muscle underpinning the soft fat keeping it all pert and tight despite the size.

"That...oh my..." I wheeze, my hand flying to my throat as I hear Emily's voice leaving my lips sounding far softer and more mellow than I had ever heard it before. "Sorry for being so mean" I chirp meekly, chewing at my plump bottom lip as I imitate a bizzaro version of Emily. "How can I ever make it up to everyone."

"Dop...(Stop...)" Emily whispers, her garbled voice coming out in a mere whisper as she struggles to speak without my say so. "Ket out (Get out)."

"And leave you on the floor again?" I ask, rolling out my new shoulders as I begin to feel the muscles firming up inside me. I feel amazing, overheated and sweaty but amazing. My heart soon returns to a resting rate, my new muscles begging to be used.

Emily fails to muster much of a response, her voice quivering and whimpering as I unpack the dryer and throw it all in the wicker basket. I add a pair of my own jeans and a shirt for good measure, leaving a pair of socks atop the open machine to make it look like I had been getting changed before it all went down.

As I lift the large basket I feel my muscles tense up, a rush of endorphins hitting me like a tidal wave as the pile of washing feels like practically nothing at all. My biceps bulge, my abs and glutes tightening as I lift the heavy basket.While not being a bodybuilder or anything Emily had a certain athletic and feminine muscular physique, her soft slender body giving her firm muscles a place to shine.

I murmur as I feel my large chest press against the basket, the soft mounds quickly pooling to the sides and against my arms as I walk over to the box of Body-Balm. Between my new clothes and the pair of my old clothes I had taken there wasn't much room for the canisters themselves, let alone the whole box. Reaching out with my slender hand I start to place the canisters one after another into the laundry, hiding them beneath the clothing. After much organization I find myself left with two remaining canisters in the box, gritting my new teeth as I search for something to do with them.

"Oddy Aln? (Bodyy Balm?)" Emily whimpers, my skin crawling as I look at the pink and blue canisters.

"That's right" I coo in her voice, wriggling slightly as I feel her clothes cling to our shared form. "You didn't think you just melted like that for no reason did you?"

I don't get to hear her response, chuckling to myself as I pull open the ventilation panel by the window and place the two canisters in there for now.

With laundry and three Bodyy Balm canisters in hand I begin to leave, grinning ear to ear with my stolen lips. Blowing the neon orange hair from my face is constant work, the sweat demanding that it clings to my new demure and innocent face.

"Right" I declare as we reach the street, the sun quickly beating down on us as Emily's reddened shoulders begin to burn once more. "Which way is home?" I ask, looking around as I try to guess at where to go. For a moment there is no response, the shocked and bitchy gym bunny refusing to answer. "Look, you can either tell me or we burn out here in the sun. As the skin I should think that you'd want to avoid that."

After a short pause, the sweating only growing worse as I stand in the sunlight, I hear a whimpering croak escape my throat. "Eft, ross reet an eft (Left, cross street and left)" she sobs as I quickly follow her directions.

I soon find myself simply following the step-by-step instructions of Emily as she guides me through the city. Despite the heat and the dense layer of sweat clinging to me I feel amazing, my powerful legs giving me a spring in my step as I lean into the heavy sway of my hips.

Before long, my sense of time passing being lost momentarily as I relish the feeling of fitness and strength coursing through me, I hear Emily gurgle "here."

Looking up, snapping back to reality, I find myself standing before a...