I gasp for air as I feel my senses returning, the headsets grip on my reality easing off before suddenly failing completely. In the dim light of wherever I was, my view mostly obscured by the headset, I begin to smell the scent of melting plastic grow worse and worse. Suddenly I realize what it was, the grinding gears inside my head slowly remembering what could happen to the overloaded headsets.
"Fuck!" I shout, my voice gargling out through my gunked-up early morning throat. I reach up as quickly as I can, ripping the headset off of me and feeling the intense heat radiating from within the machine through the casing. In my sudden movements I'm hit with a strange sensation as my upper arms jiggle and shake violently with the harsh motion, my stomach sinking as I slowly realize what that meant.
"No...no come on" I grunt, slowly moving the darkroom as I feel my heavy body resist sitting up. The weight on my chest is intense, pressing down my me and pooling off to the side as my new assets hang freely. The jiggling mass that is my new stomach pinches and shifts as I wriggle myself into a seated position under the covers, the generous belly I had found myself with reaching out far and sagging enough to touch my slightly raised and plump thighs. I was sinking into the extremely plush bed, my heavy form creating an indent that it was difficult to free myself from.
I find my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim shifting light, the room still appearing hazy due to my lack of glasses. I was in a decently sized room, laying on a rather large queen-sized bed. The frame looked to be made of some sort of wood, thick sturdy blocks raising up well above the mattress in each corner as if to make a half-finished canopy.
Beyond the bed was a cozy room, just big enough to fit what it needed while leaving enough space for free movement. With the bed resting in the middle of the room, flat against the wall opposite the door, the rest of the room was designed around it.
Two bedside tables rest on either side of the bed. Though it was hard to tell in the limited light and through my poor vision they appeared to be made from the same wood as the bed, solid and made with care. On the right-hand side, the side closest to me, sits a small lamp and a vague black shape. A gasp escapes my lips as I reach out for the shape, having to shuffle my ample frame closer to the side of the bed in order to reach it.
"Those look like..." I mutter, stopping as I hear my husky voice.
Finally snagging the small object in my pudgy fingers I bring it up to my large nose and chubby rounded cheeks, my vision rapidly snapping into focus as I look through the thick prescription lenses with my new emerald green eyes.
"Great...just great..." I groan, feeling the lethargy and weight of my new body along with realizing just how blind I was.
My gave continues over to the bedside table on the other side, slowly recognizing the shape of a small pile of books besides an analog clock obscured in the darkness. Beyond the table to my left sits a large oval mirror tilting slightly away from the bed and toward a large space next to the window. My jaw drops as I look outside, the dim light shifting light from outside the window making sense to me as I stare in disbelief.
"Snow" I whisper, my eyes going wide as I see the powder white specks falling outside. "Fucking Snow!" I squeak louder, my breathy husky voice sounding far more effeminate under my control.
Outside rests white-capped pine trees as far as the eye can see, obscuring my vision beyond them. The window itself rattles occasionally, the thick glass rocking in the heavy frame as it is buffeted by the apparently strong winds.
My eyes continue around the room, falling onto a large built-in wardrobe running along the far wall all the way to the door. One of the sliding panels is open slightly ajar, revealing the dark shape of jackets and jumpers that seemed a little too small to be worn based on my memory of Miranda. A hissing breath escapes my lips as I realize I was now the one those clothes wouldn't fit, Mark having undersold how much Miranda had "let herself go".
Moving my gaze further I see a small wicker hamper by the door, a large pair of pink panties hanging out of the side sending a shiver down my spine. Standing next to the hamper, pressed against the wall to the right-hand side of the bed stands a large makeup table. The surface is smattered with an eclectic mix of dark shapes and objects that the light from outside fails to illuminate.
The room itself is a light cream color, with an extremely light gray carpet running around the floor. The render on the walls looks extremely fresh, as if it has been put up within the past few years. The same level of wear and tear also appears applicable to the carpet, with not a single bit of discoloration showing through in the slowly brightening light streaming in through the window.
As the light outside builds and builds with the rising sun I begin to get a better look at my body and the smoldering headset next to me. I was still under the heavy set of blankets covering the bed, the freezing cold environment apparently making them a necessity.
The topmost blanket, the heaviest of the lot, has a pretty floral pattern over a light background to match the rest of the room. At the foot of the bed a stack of additional blankets lay piled up, a supply just in case of emergency dips in temperature.
As I wriggle my way backwards, pressing my back against the cold hard headrest of the bed, I can feel my body jiggle beneath the blankets. I begin to feel tears welling up in my eyes, reality reflecting how I had looked in the virtual world. Peeling back the blanket slowly I let out a gasp of shock, partly due to the sight of what lat beneath but also partly due to the sudden chill of the morning air hitting my sensitive skin.
My mouth hangs agape as I stare down, the blood draining from my face as I'm met with the sight of my bloated new body. The massive breasts that had wobbled like jello in the oversized bra now hang heavily, drooping into a teardrop shape and resting against my swollen stomach. My nipples look far too large from this angle, the thick pink erasers standing at attention in the frigid air.
Stretch marks appear prominently over my new ghostly white skin, my new thick and cellulite riddled thighs and the heavy pouch of fat on my abdomen showing them the most. In my seated position I can see my flabby ass pool out to the sides as I rest atop it, my larger than average hips getting lost in the cushion of my behind.
I feel just so heavy and lethargic I can barely muster the drive to drag myself to the edge of the bed, eventually swinging my flabby legs over the side and sobbing as I find my feet don't even reach the floor.
In the now clear image of the room, thanks in part to the glasses and the growing light from outside, I see something draped over my new makeup table and covering the mirror. With a loud grunt I slowly pull myself to my feet, feeling my body jiggle and wobble as I land heavily onto the floor.
"Fuck...I can't..." I moan in my new husky voice, waddling uncomfortably over to the makeup table.
Everything shakes as I move, my hips swaying heavily from side to side against my will and my bountiful assets shaking in an unwieldy fashion. My thighs rub together constantly, my soft flesh already sore from days and weeks of the continued chaffing prior to me getting here.
Eventually I begin to make out the object, a small pile of dark clothes that the old Miranda must have picked out. Stuck to the top-most item, a black pencil skirt, note.
Hey Mira
Hope you enjoy your first day
Bacon and eggs are in the fridge, but maybe you should just have an apple ;P
Toys are in the nightstand you dirty girl
Lots of Love
The Soon to be Jordan Hughes
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