"I...fuck...I guess I'll take..." I mutter, trailing off in deep thought.
I had never been one for physical labor, my slim and muscle lacking frame being an obvious sign of that fact. The idea of working a farm, even as a fit and athletic young woman, sounded a little too physical for me especially considering I had no clue how to run a farm of any size. While I'm sure I could learn what I needed to do over time the unknown element terrified me.
The same fear of the unknown ruled out quite a few other people. While I had wanted to visit Japan for the longest time I only meant to go as a tourist, not as some small-town girl who lived there permanently. That drastic a change left me moving away from that prospect of becoming Akiko.
I find myself lingering on Jessica for a long while. "I could maybe get back to normal" I mutter hopefully under my breath. However, I find myself wondering what I'd have to do to stay on her parent's good side. I had no clue what sort of people they were beyond being harsh and dispassionate enough to give their daughter this kind of ultimatum. I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of how domineering those monsters could be, or what they might do to me if I failed to follow their commands.
As my mind drifts to Melody I cringe a little. While the thought of being wealthy sounded fantastic, the same thing being a slight draw to Jessica as well, the thought of giving up over twenty years of my life for it just seemed to steep a price.
My thoughts begin to drift between Penelope and Miranda, the gears slowly grinding as I try to weigh up the two of them. Apparently Penelope was a looker, and a bit younger than myself, but the thought of being trapped in a body that was considered 'uneducated' worried me if I was to be living in a small community. On the other hand there was Miranda the librarian who, while having let herself go a bit, was educated and around my age.
I squirm and fidget in my seat, wracking my brain as I try to come to a decision. I rapidly shift between Jessica, Miranda, and Penelope. The unknown but maybe having a chance to get my body back, the uneducated small-town girl, or the unfit librarian. My train of thought loops and loops, my indecisive nature struggling to make such a big decision.
Suddenly, Mark clears his throat loudly, obviously growing impatient as I delay the decision.
"Miranda" I blurt out, her name being the one at the forefront of my mind as I'm snapped back to reality.
Before I can take it back or clarify my statement Mark clicks his fingers, all bar one of the papers shrinking and phasing out of existence. "Finally" he sighs, leaning on the armrest of his lavish seat. "You can come in now Ms. Winslow" he calls out. The dark doorway behind his desk rapidly shifts around the room, moving unnaturally until it ends on the wall next to my seat.
"Really?" calls out a quiet husky voice from beyond the darkness, the sound of shuffling shoes and the light clicking of heels growing closer.
"Yes, please...just...please be quick" Mark mutters, looking at something behind his desk and searching the drawers again as he begins to get ready for his next appointment.
Looking at the darkened doorway my jaw drops as a short nervous figure emerges from the shadows. She is ghostly pale, her complexion looking like it almost never sees a lick of sunlight. Her eyes, enlarged in the image of her thick prescription glasses, are a deep dark green. Short feathered black hair helps to give her a slight bit of a more professional look as do her clothes, a tight ruffled white dress shirt along with a black pencil skirt and dark pantyhose.
Any sharp definition in her face is lost under a soft doughy layer of fat, her cheeks and chin rounding out with the beginning of a double chin beginning to form. Her nose is rather large, becoming the focal point of her face.
As my eyes drift down I have to fight to keep my jaw from dropping. Her chest, straining against the buttons of the white shirt, is massive. Easily one of the biggest racks I had seen in person, the jiggling roiling flesh on her chest shift like a liquid in the black bra which appears to be doing all it can to keep them from busting out. Her arms too strain at the material of her top, her pudgy upper arms obviously having the tight sleeves of the shirt dig into them.
My eyes continue to drift down as he approaches, a grin growing on her face with each clicking step. Her belly shakes with her movements, the distended fatty tummy shifting along with her other generous assets. Her hips, being squeezed by the skirt, match her buxom appearance and sway heavily with each mincing step. Her thighs, though hidden in the skirt, appear to be in line with the rest of her form as they pres the seams in the fabric to their limit as well.
Her legs, encased in dark sheer pantyhose, taper down to soft calves and a small pair of heels which give her some much-needed additional height.
"I...uh...I meant Penelope...Slip of the..." I exclaim, trailing off as the short extremely plump woman reaches my seat.
"Shut up" squeaks Miranda, a look of frustration growing in place of the smirk. "Shut up, you...you chose this...You're the one that...that couldn't make it as a...as a" she grumbles, her tone growing in anger until she finally makes her move.
"I'm meant to be you!" she cries, lunging forwards. In a sudden motion she hurls herself at me. I close my eyes and brace for impact, however none comes. Tentatively I open my eyes again, my face growing pales as I'm met with the sight of Miranda sinking into my seated form head first. I begin to writhe in my seat, watching her shoulders and arms slowly disappear inside of me.
"What the fuck...What is she.." I begin to shriek before being cut off.
"I'm just...urgh..making myself at...at home" Miranda says, her voice coming out of my mouth.
I groan as I feel a pressure building inside of me, Miranda's bloated body pressing against me from the inside. I can feel her shifting around, her wide hips sliding into my torso as I feel her begin to claw her way upwards.
"There it is" she chirps with my mouth, a sense of sudden and intense dread hitting me as I feel a dull throbbing in my skull. "No dominance? No drive to win?...what sort of man were you?" she mutters, the pressure in my head growing until finally I feel something snap into place. "There we go, oh that's freeing" Miranda coos, her thighs sinking into me as I find myself pinned in place.
"What...um...what did you...do" I mutter, my heart pounding as I ask the question.
"Just getting rid of some mental baggage, if I can't take any dominant traits I can sure as hell get rid of some of my...meek ones" she explains. The pressure in my head begins to build again before suddenly I feel something break, a dull empty feeling forming in my head like a vacuum.
"I'll need that...your film degree I mean...If I'm going to teach it...and you can have my....Literature and Library qualifications...and enjoy some...stuff for work" she chuckles, the void in my head suddenly being filled with something intangible.
"Mark! Make her...make her stop...please" I whimper weakly, watching as the last of her plump form slides inside of my own.
"She's just disposing of her property as she sees fit, happens all the time" Mark says nonchalantly, still searching the desk for the files for his next appointment.
"Oh here. We. Are" chuckles Miranda, her husky voice beginning to sound more and more like my own by the second. "I think I'll take that heterosexuality of yours, I'm sure I'll be able to give women what they want. Don't worry, you can have mine in return" she explains with a chuckle, a sudden series of pops inside my skull letting me know she wasn't kidding.
"Now these are fun..." she mutters, trailing off. "I don't want these...Fantasies? Proclivities? I'm sure if I still had my degree I'd be able to think of the word" she says, laughing out loud as I begin to grow nauseated from the pounding in my head.
I wince loudly, groaning in discomfort as I feel Miranda's heavy body move around inside me. Her arms slide down from my head, coming to rest in place inside my own lanky limbs. I can see my body distending a little as it struggles to contain the digital form of Miranda, her bust and hips appearing through my own avatar for a few seconds before disappearing again.
Suddenly I hear my voice let out a sigh of relief, my own arms slowly pulling me out of the chair against my will.
"This feels wonderful...shit I'm...I'm so tall" my voice mutters, grinning widely as I'm forced to look down. "No boobs blocking my vision, no stomach weighing me down, no hips and ass to bump things. Fuck I feel...well kind of full, must have eaten something fatty"
"What the..." I begin to squeal, hearing the husky tone of Miranda's voice replacing my own.
My body begins to walk towards the doorway, pausing in front of it as I feel an intense pressure begin to build behind me. Before I can work out what is happening I find myself stumbling forward, my body jiggling like jello as I struggle to stand on the heels I suddenly find myself in.
"Much better" my body sighs, patting his stomach as I look up at him in shock.
"You...you made me...me..." I stammer weakly, my lip quivering as my eyes begin to water.
"That's right, I made you...well, you Miranda" my body chuckles. "You didn't deserve a body like this, but me...I worked hard, did my best, and wound up shelving books in the middle of nowhere. That wouldn't have happened if I was one of the boys" she hisses, her eyes slowly dropping down to my chest as tears begin to roll down my chubby cheeks.
A grin on my former lips grows as Miranda reaches into my jeans. "Ha, what a monster...can't wait to get this thing home and..." she pauses, trailing off as she continues to look at my swollen chest. In a swift motion she reaches out, grabbing between the buttons on my shirt and tugging it open as the buttons pop off.
I squeal loudly in shock, my weeping growing louder as the bottom of my vision is filled with a milky white sea of jiggling flesh overflowing the cups of my virtual bra.
"For the spank bank" Miranda notes crudely, turning back to Mark. "Are we done here?" she asks, "Or at least is she done here?"
Mark looks up at us, causing me to frantically try to cover my chest as a strange tingle begins to grow between my thighs at the sudden sexual embarrassment. "Oh, yeah she can leave. We still need to finish up the bank transfer Mr. Hughes" Mark states, his eyes locked to my chest.
I open my mouth to say something, still responding to my name. However, before I can get a word out Miranda places my old hands on my shoulders. "It was lovely to meet you Miranda enjoy your first day of work" she taunts before giving me a strong push, sending me tumbling into the shadowy doorway.
The office rapidly flies further and further away as I feel myself falling further and further away, the smirking figure of my body slowly becoming a speck in the distance. As I fall a robotic tone rings out in my ear.
"Exiting Virtual Terrain Bounds. Shutting Down" the synthesized voice drones, my heart hammering in my chest as I feel the subtle tingle of the headset slowly relinquishing control over my hijacked brain. As I begin to grow numb I'm hit with a strange smell, a mixture of melting plastic and burnt hair. The numbness builds and builds, leaving me floating in darkness without any sense of my body for a few minutes.
Suddenly, without any warning, I feel myself falling again. The rapid descent lasting only a moment before suddenly ceasing as I find myself laying on something soft in a completely disoriented state.
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