Mismatch Wish - Part Three

The bottles beside the couch rattle and roll once again, the sight of a nice bottle of Cabernet spinning out into view as I wheeze on the floor. My chest aches from falling onto it, every fiber of my being burning from exertion after all that had happened.

"Okay, you're mad, but..." comes a tiny voice from inside the lamp, the sound barely audible even inches from the brass antique.

"Honey?!" Calls a voice from somewhere in my home. My head tilts up as I blow the matted hair from my face. My blood runs cold, the sound of the approaching footsteps reinvigorating me and demanding my body to flee.

As I look up from the floor, my chest pooling out beneath me and my naked body on full display, I watch as the owner of the voice rounds the corner and my gaze falls on an Athletic and tan redhead, dressed in a leather apron and torn jeans, shaking her head as she looks down at me.

"Did you seriously...?" She huffs, folding her firm and fit arms over her modest bust. "I told you, I can't carry your ass to bed when you..." she mutters admonishingly, her honey-sweet voice sounding more like a disappointed parent than anything else.

Craning my aching head up at her I feel my heart skip a beat, my gaze falling on the tan and fairly athletic woman standing in the doorway. Her copper hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, small flecks of coal and polish gripping the greasy sweaty locks. Her muddy green eyes look down at me with no small amount of affection, despite her harsher words, bracketing her crooked and currently blackened nose.

She stands at around 5'6" tall, her firm and somewhat muscular frame on rather full display beneath the thick leather apron. Sweat clings to her tanned flesh, the veins in her forearms and hands bulging prominently after a morning of work. Her bust seems downright pitiful compared to mine, the redhead lacking even a fraction of my newfound curves.

A large mallet sits in the front of the apron, a large freshly polished pauldron resting in her right hand.

"Also, can you not showboat as much today?" she asks with a chuckle, pacing over to me before dropping the pauldron on the sofa with a loud thud. "I've been up all morning panel beating out the damage Toby did while you were posturing."

"Wha... who..." I mumble, my thoughts becoming lost in my throbbing skull as I stare up at the pretty young redhead.

She sighs at my floundering before reaching out with a calloused hand. As she snags my thick muscular arm I catch the scent of her, a mixture of sweat and roses clinging to her moisturized hands.

"Come on Falstaff" she chuckles, groaning heavily as she tries to help me to my feet. "Let's get you cleaned up after your night at the Boar's Head." With my knees shaking and legs wobbling I manage to get my feet beneath me, we both grunt a little as I heave up off the floor. For a split second I feel like I could have done this all with one hand, my biceps and triceps bulging in a showy manner, however in my drained state I need the help to fight against the weight of not only my musculature but also my oversized bust.

As I stand up I wrap an arm around the redhead's shoulder, the smaller woman bracing herself with a hiss. I watch as the straining muscles ease back down, the vein bulges largely disappearing beneath my soft pale flesh as I stop flexing. I easily stand a good few inches about her, likely at around 5'10 to 6' tall. The redhead quickly places a hand over my stomach, her fingers soon tracing over the firmly defined abs playfully rather than properly holding me steady.

"You should have come to bed" she whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Turning to her our eyes lock, my tongue running across my strangely plump and soft lips hungrily as I look down at her. Suddenly I feel her hand clap hard against my solid muscular back, sending me stumbling forward as she follows along.

"Too late now, missed your chance" she chirps in a playful yet matter-of-fact tone, her tan cheeks turning just ever so slightly flushed after the moment together. "You need to have a shower and I need to make sure you have a clean padded tunic for today, don't want a repeat of last year" she says with a giggle, running her hand over a short scar just below my ribs.

With no small amount of push and urging the redhead soon forces me out through the archway she had strolled in through, leaving us both standing in a kitchen. It's almost hard to tell though, with every surface being covered in metal and leather alongside various tools both traditional and electric.

The whole room feels dated, with the walls painted an off-putting orange alongside pale yellow countertops and cream-colored tiled floors. The stove and oven appear to be decades out of date, years of cooked on grime staining their facade.

The sink is filled with a foul-smelling liquid, straps of leather soaking in the disgusting concoction in preparation for tanning. The countertops are covered in all manner bits and pieces, from scrap metal and off-cuts to brass buttons and metal studs.

Resting on the long wooden kitchen table is a large set of armor, polished up to perfection as it glimmers in the sun streaming through the kitchen window. Blackened leather sits beneath glimmering steel, the plates fashioned almost too perfectly as though they had never seen a day of combat.

The redhead catches me staring at the armor, rolling her eyes as mine stay locked to the thick heavy metal plates.

"No, I'm not anodizing the steel" she grumbles, poking me in the side to get my attention. "It's not historically accurate. Black leather is enough for the Black Knight" she laughs, standing on her toes to plant a kiss on my sweaty cheek before gagging a little. "Seriously though, I'm not driving in with you smelling like... that"

My heart flutters at the kiss, my mind reeling from the sudden affection from the complete stranger. I watch as she races off to the left, revealing her bare back and toned shoulders as she bounds through another archway and hangs yet another left. I hear a door fling pen with a loud bang, followed by the sounds of the redhead grunting and huffing as she struggles with something.

Stumbling after her I finally start to come to grips with my oddly warped body. With each step my hips rock to an insane degree, giving me an enticing and overly sexual stride. My chest too can't seem to stop moving my massive fatty teardrops weighing me down as they jiggle with each and every footfall.

As I reach the archway I see a long moss green hallway with dark wooden floors extending off to the left and right, an open to my left blocking my view further down. Sashaying over to the open door I peek inside, watching from the hallway as the redhead tries to bundle up all manner of loose dripping leather in her arms that had been hung over the bathtub and shower combo.

The faint brown liquid runs over her tan arms, the rivulets of dark solution revealing all manner of burns and subtle scars lining her arms. Hobbling over I reach down, grabbing the large sheets of leather from her with surprising ease. I have to pin the cool supple material to my chest, sending shivers down my spine as I squish the soft fat and my sensitive nipples with the cold leather.

Breathing a sigh of relief the redhead takes a deep breath, grabbing the last few sheets from the metal bar that once held a shower curtain. "Thank hon" she coos softly, folding the sheets of leather up in her arm before grabbing some from the pile in my own. "I know I kept you around for a reason."

As she fetches the last piece, her arm shaking a little under the strain of the weight, she pokes out her tongue and gives me a wink. She quickly tries to sure up her grip on the leather, wrapping both arms around it as her shoulder flex with exertion.

"Can I..." I begin to croak, reeling once more as I listen to my sultry and smokey voice.

"You can have a shower" the redhead states, nodding towards the bathtub. "Make it quick though, we still need to pack and get ready for work."

I stand there stupefied as the redhead waddles her way out of the bathroom, the pale blue walls and sea foam green tiles on the floor leaving the room feeling almost sickly. The redhead stumbles out into the hallway, balancing on one leg carefully as she kicks the door closed behind her.

I take a deep breath as I thankfully find myself alone, a subtle warmth making itself known between my muscular legs after being held for so long by the redheaded stranger. Blinking rapidly I turn to my right, my jaw hitting the floor as I see myself in the bathroom mirror.

My hair hangs about my shoulders, just a little above my shoulder blades, the shimmering silky locks matted and covered in a layer of sweat and grease. My own eyes stare back at me in a relatively unchanged manner, the bright blue pools now framed by some smudged black eyeliner. My face itself looks oddly cute above my curvy muscular frame, with a delicate jawline and high cheekbones leaving me looking oddly cheeky and mischievous.

My small and slightly upturned nose contains multiple piercings, both a septum and a stub in the left nostril, as do my ears. Dozens of black and silver rings cover my earlobes, two large industrial bars in my right ear and one in my left drawing the eye like little else. My soft pink kissable lips aren't spared either, a black ring looping through the middle of the bottom lip.

My shoulders are firm, matching my arms in terms of muscular physique. It looks as though I spent hours a day in the gym, yet my body remains overtly sensual and feminine. Despite the well-defined abdominals and obliques my narrow waist and wide hips leave me cutting a sensual silhouette. My bulbous and overly generous bust sag only ever so slightly on my chest, the massive orbs of fat held firm with solid backing from my defined pectorals.

My eyes quickly fall to the tattoo on my right upper arm, the woman's face inked permanently to my skin now far more familiar than I would have liked. It was the redhead, her face warmly smiling in portrait backed by the stained glass mosaic. Twisting and turning I search for more tattoos, quickly finding more and more as I look. The bottom of my ribs rests an intricate pattern of artful black lines., resting as though to frame and support my large breasts. My left arm, reaching from just below the shoulder and down to just above the elbow, is covered by a lengthy section of roses and thorns.

Moving further down I spy my long and thick legs, firm and powerful muscles hiding ever so slightly beneath a soft slim layer of feminine plush, my thighs in particular looking like I could crush a watermelon or a head between them. On my right thigh sits a section of tally marks, the current total reaching well above twenty of the subtle black lines.

Between my legs is a relatively well-trimmed and maintained section of buzzed-down brown hair, a small sign of the dye-job up top. A small and overly simple cat face rests just above the hair on my hip, the little kitty smiling right above my new pussy. I feel my stomach churn as I spot a glint of metal between my legs, a series of black rings adorning my new mound glistening with some fresh thick juices.

I swallow hard as I see myself, the musclebound yet slim stacked goth girl in the mirror looking back with equal amounts of awe.

"I don't hear... shower!" calls the redhead from somewhere deeper in the house, her words becoming somewhat lost through the walls. "Get... or I swe... more at home rep..." she cries out, her voice growing more and more distant as she moves through the unfamiliar house.

"Just..." I begin to shout back, dredging up a hacking cough as I clear my dry throat. "Getting in now...Honey!" I call back, my voice sounding uncertain as I call the stranger by a pet name.

"And... aring... dress... onight... I... not let... mor..." she snaps back before fading away entirely into simply being noise, leaving me to my task.