I sit in silence for a moment, collecting my thoughts before perking up. "Alright, I got it. I'm going to try on my new clothes, I need to find an outfit for tomorrow."
After making my decision I simply sit in the bathtub, not really wanting to leave the warm water as it soothes my tired and aching body. I also can't help but grin as I look down at the pale mounds attached to my chest, gleefully watching in delight as they float in the mildly cramped tub.
With a deep sigh I eventually realize I had to get moving, otherwise I would be in here until the water turned ice cold. With a deep inhale I grab the side of the basin, hauling my shrunken frame up and out of the water. I gasp loudly as more and more of my skin reaches the open air, the frigid nature of my cheap apartment hitting home in comparison to the delightfully warm water I had been laying in. Looking down I bite at my lower lip, enjoying the sight of the water running down and over my massive chest.
"Bugger...It's...s...s...so cold" I squeak, my body quickly beginning to shiver in the cold evening air. I wrap my arms around me, rubbing at my plush upper arm in an attempt to warm up and squeezing my oversized chest tightly in the process.
I carefully begin to step out of the bathtub, a little terrified of slipping in my unfamiliar form. I exhale sharply as my feet reach the tiled floor, my back straightening and my adorable face twisting into a wince as I feel the ice-cold material against the soles of my feet. Shaking and shivering in place I snatch the towel from over the shower screen, sighing as I feel the still damp purple material between my fingers.
"Should have bought two" I groan, my voice quaking thanks to the cold.
With all the haste I can muster I begin to dry myself off, taking no special precautions to avoid my more sensitive areas. I can feel my heart begin to race as I vigorously towel off my heaving chest and soft jiggly behind, my cheeks turning red as soft gentle squeaks and yelps escape my lips with each rough motion.
"These were a mistake" I mutter to myself, looking down at my chest as my small nipples stand at attention thanks to the freezing cold and the attention they had just received. "Should have just left them...normal"
Before long I manage to get myself dried off, whipping the dripping towel over the shower again in the hopes it will dry before tomorrow night. With my breath shaking and body shivering I quickly race out of the bathroom, running naked through my living room and straight into my new bedroom.
Closing the door to my room behind me, hoping it will somehow make the room even a little bit warmer, I quickly look for my clothes. "Shit" I whisper under my breath, remembering that I had dropped my panties, bra and t-shirt in the bathroom.
Not wanting to rush back through my apartment I turn to my small dresser, pulling open one of the drawers and pulling out an new pair of panties. "Screw it" I mutter to myself, pulling the pair up my plush legs and getting the cotton fabric tightly nestled into place. "I'll just have to do laundry sooner" I continue, pausing for a moment in thought. "Where did I do that...here?"
Still practically naked I choose not to linger on the laundry issue for too long, slamming the drawer shut and ripping another one open. Inside I spy the tight black sweater and the heavy brown shawl cardigan I had purchased, halfhearted folded away in the tiny compartment. Looking at them I try to decide which to try on first, my eyes darting between the two with great interest. However, the desire to warm up quickly pushes me to a less conventional answer as I snatch both out greedily.
I eagerly begin to pull the tight black sweater over my head, hissing and fidgeting as I struggle to force myself through the small item of clothing. With a loud gasp I finally manage to pull my head through the neck, my face reddened from the effort I had to put into simply getting dressed. Wriggling and jiggling in place my arms soon follow suit, the sleeves clinging to my arms as I start to feel warm again.
With no small amount of trouble I begin to tug the remainder of the sweater over my mammoth chest, nibbling at my lip as I watch the material attempt in vain to hold it's shape over my far more shapely figure. Easing the lower hem of the sweater to my hips I release it, letting it snap over my slender waist and ease up to rest just above my wide hips. For a few moments I pick at the sweater, trying my best to get it resting right over my chest and to hide the subtle pokies I had showing through it. Eventually I simply decide to move on, grabbing the large heavy light brown shawl cardigan before sliding my arms into the loose sleeves. The cardigan itself is warm and heavy in a comforting manner, like a toasty blanket on a cold winter's morning. With a bit of shuffling I pull the heavy woolen material to cover my chest a little more, wrapping myself in the cardigan as the bottom of it dangles down closer to my knees.
"Oh...that feels..." I mutter, twisting and turning a little as the cardigan swooshes around me. A subtle grin begins to form on my lips as I take a moment to enjoy the loose feeling of the clothing, reveling in the more fitting feminine nature of it all. "...Good."
My knees however contain to shake, my lower body still left unprotected from the cold. Rocking my hips from side to side I slide one drawer closed and tug at another, looking down at the three pairs of pants I now found myself owning. "Rebuilding a wardrobe is...a process" I grumble, running my hand over the jeans. Looking down at myself then back to the clothes I decide to complete my more 'indie' look, picking up the distressed jeans and shaking them out.
As I begin to pull the denim up my legs I find it far easier to maneuver than the skinny jeans, the pair feeling nice and accommodating to my larger than average thighs. At the reach my hips however I'm forced to wriggle a little, straining as I had before to get them buttoned up over my wide child-bearing hips. I quickly zip up the fly before posing with my arms out, marveling at the first real outfit I had put together. It was comfy, cozy, and oh so warm in this dismal winter weather. It was a perfect first step.
Writhing and giggling to myself I revel in another one of my many firsts as Mia, taking a self-congratulatory minute to enjoy the moment.
"Should I wear this tomorrow?" I mutter, spinning in place as the shawl lifts around me slightly. "It's...artsy...Molly might like it. I mean in a casual way, not trying to hard and...well..." I mumble, fumbling with my words towards the end. "I'd probably need to find a bra to wear though" I huff, looking at my little pokies with a pout.
Turning to the dresser I finally notice the small can of deodorant Molly had left me. Giving the top a little press a faint mist spurts out, the scent of artificial roses and gardenias immediately assaulting my senses. "Feminine" I yelp in surprise, not quite sure what I was expecting after years of smelling my usual brands of deodorant marketed towards men. "Fitting" I say with a giggle, pushing the can away as I continue to go through my drawers.
Sadly, with my cable-knit sweater hanging in the shower and slowly drying I only really had one more item of clothing to try on. A shiver of anticipation runs up my spine as I haul my new dark red dress out of the drawer, a bright smile growing on my face from ear to ear. My eyes lock onto the plunging neckline, a subtle tingle spreading through my body at the thought of showing myself off in the dress. Running dress between my fingers I revel in the silky nature of its material, a desire to try it on growing inside of me.
"Okay...this one thing, then bed" I bargain with myself, a yawn escaping from my lips as I glance at the bed before throwing the dress onto the mattress.
I easily slip out of the shawl cardigan, letting it fall to the floor and leaving me in just my jeans and the sweater. I run my hand through my hair for a second, glancing down at the impressive impression my chest makes in the sweater. "With the black beanie this could be a look" I mumble, twisting and turning in place in an effort to get a better look at myself.
Grabbing the bottom of the sweater I begin the laborious process of pulling it back up and over my head, wincing in discomfort as I feel it compress and lift my heaving chest before the fatty mounds are left to painfully drop. With no small amount of wriggling I pull myself free from the sweater, discarding it with the cardigan before I start to remove my jeans. As I lean over to pull them down around my ankles I nearly topple over, the weight of my unsupported chest demanding that I be dragged forward. Despite the unfamiliar weight and demands of my new body I manage to strip down to my panties, the chill of the room quickly finding its way back to me.
"Okay..." I whisper, looking at the dress. "I think...I think I need a bra..."
Sliding the empty drawer closed I return to the one filled with underwear, a devious grin spreading across my lips as I see the red push-up bra. "Well...it's red too...so..." I muse, snatching it up and bumping the drawer closed with my hip.
Much like before I slowly begin to work through the process of getting the bra in place, wrapping it around to the side so I can more easily hook the straps before roughly manhandling into position. Unlike the previous one this bra feels quite a bit more uncomfortable, the weight digging into my shoulders being amplified as it lifts my breasts and turns them into a wobbling sea of pale flesh at the edge of my vision.
"I..." I whimper, my agape and lower lip quivering at the sight. "Wow..." I squeak, shaking my shoulders as I stare in awe at how the bra emphasized my already large chest.
While I could stare at myself looking like this all night I quickly move onto the dress, eager to see how the completed outfit looks on little old Mia. Bending down to pick up the dress from my bed I let out a sight of relief, enjoying how secure the weight on my chest feels compared to before.
I fidget in place as I look at the dark crimson dress in my hands, unsure of how exactly to get into it. "Just...over the head?" I mutter, moments before feeling a little pained buzz in my head. "Over head, zip up the back" I whisper absentmindedly, feeling the now all too familiar sensation of the mental swaps rearing their head.
As I pull the dress over my head it's fairly easy-going, the loose air bottom of the outfit not being an issue at all. As I reach the tighter upper body of the dress I'm forced to wriggle a little, sliding my arms into the loops and exposing my pale skin to the open air. Carefully I begin to fit the dress over my chest, reaching behind me to reach the zip in an effort to complete the look. Hissing, grumbling, and groaning I fumble for the zipper, my slender fingers unable to find it as they trace over the silky satin material of the dress.
Eventually, I let out a yelp of shock, my fingers coming into contact with a tiny metal object. With a gleeful grin I begin to slide the zipper up, wincing as I'm forced to readjust the dress after each small tug of the zip up my beck. However, after a minute of struggling I feel it come into place at the top of the dress, hiding my bra straps behind the wall of tight crimson. I inhale, having been forced to hold my dress to get the whole affair into place, feeling my chest strain the confines of the dress and causing me to take shorter shallower breathes.
"Oh my..." I mutter, my eyes glued to the sight of my jiggling pale breasts framed in the crimson dress. "I...I...I need a mirror!" I cry out, racing over to open the door and moving as quickly as my legs could carry me towards the bathroom mirror.
As I look into the steamy mirror my eyes go wide, the sight of the short busty blonde girl in the mirror causing my heart to skip a beat. My hand shoots to my plump pink lips as I begin to giddily squeal and bounce on the balls of my feet, my massive chest bouncing along with me and only emboldening my gleeful display. A set of relatively thick straps hold the dress up over my shoulder, obscuring the push-up bra hiding beneath. The plunging neckline doesn't plunge downwards so much as it hangs outwards, revealing a heavy valley of cleavage before joining back together. The rest of the material for the upper body clings to me, cutting a sensual silhouette as it adheres to my slender waist before flaring out with my hip and conforms to the top of my heart-shaped behind. The bottom of the dress dances about me, the light and airy material glancing over my legs and leaving me with the feeling I was wearing nothing at all.
It takes quite a while for me to stop my bouncing, the excitement only dying down as the pain of the straps digging into my shoulders mounts.
"I look...amazing" I purr, using my arms to squeeze either side of my chest and accentuating it even more. "A little...much though...for a causal get together" I mutter, pouting and placing my hand on my hips. "Maybe...I mean I'm modeling right...maybe I could have it beneath the cardigan...or the sweater" I mumble, trying to think of more combinations despite my exhaustion.
Finally, I break as I yawn loudly, rubbing my eyes a little.
"Tomorrow" I mutter, shuffling back towards my room as the shelf of flesh I had made shudders with every tired step. Before I'm even back to my room I begin to disrobe, tugging the zipper back down and fumbling as I try to unhook the bra.
As I cross the threshold into my bedroom I simply begin to pull the dress up over my head, tucking my head and arms back inside before wriggling myself free from the looser lower half. I toss the red silky number atop the sweater and cardigan on the floor, focusing on the bra before it too gets added to the pile.
For a moment I consider getting a t-shirt out of the drawer, however, I feel a creeping desire to remain a little more natural and instead begin to crawl into bed. Reaching up from the foot of the bed I click the light off, plunging the bedroom into darkness beyond the faint light coming from the city street beyond the small window above the head of my bed.
Worming my way up to the pillows I feel my body droop, a long and busy day coupled with the drastic changes I had undergone leaving me exhausted. I sprawl out in the small bed, smirking as I enjoy one of the advantages of my shrunken form.
"Never would have fit like...well...me..." I coo sleepily, my eyelids fluttering closed as I roll onto my side.
As sleep slowly takes its grip over me I cast my mind back to my clothes. "I think...Tomorrow...I'll wear..."
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