After a brief moment of Anna's facing being painted with abject horror she swallows hard, sighing with relief as she returns to clutch at her chest.
"I think...we should..." she muses, making me think for a moment she is simply going to repeat herself.
"Stick together?" I ask, leaning my lithe and light frame against the front door for support.
"No!... I mean yes that...but I think we should...there's...um...a second-hand shop near here...we could find some clothes" she manages to stammer out, constantly stopping and starting as she struggles to collect her thoughts.
"How are we meant to afford anything?" I ask, the gears slowly turning inside my head. "I spent everything on...on..."
"Saaaaame" Anna groans, swinging the scotch bottle about absentmindedly. "But, I'm sure we can...figure something out" she mutters, looking down at her insanely large perky chest as a grin spread across her lips.
I stare for a moment, my addled mind taking a minute to catch up with what she was suggesting. As it finally hits me my jaw drops, a little squeak slipping out from between my lips. "You can't be seri...you're already..." I stammer, pausing as a plan begins to form in my head. "My wallet!" I squeal, remembering leaving it in the car.
"Your...wallet?" mutters the towering goddess as she looks down at me, cocking one of her perfectly styled eyebrows.
"Yes!" I shout, struggling to use my inside voice thanks to my excitement and intoxication. "A dude...what was his name...Mike?...Matt?...Whatever, he gave me some...some money to get started" I explain, grabbing the door handle and turning it as I ease the old heavy wooden door open.
"Look at you...you...already have a, what are they called? Sugar daddy?" Anna chuckles, her expression turning to a wince as she looks outside and at the pouring rain.
"Nooooo" I retort, the word hanging on my lips for far too long and making me sound far more childish than I would have liked. "Though he was someone's dad" I say, chuckling to myself as my voice shifts it into a delightful giggle.
Anna sags a little as she looks out at the rain, her eyes darting down to the white button-up shirt barely containing her chest. We both knew just what would happen if that thing got wet and how quickly it would become practically see-through out in the downpour.
"The...hic...the offer still stands" I tell Anna, picking at my own thyme green sweater. Anna merely sighs, looking down at me and then at the rain.
"But I'd have to..." she begins to whine, shivering a little as a few errant spits of rain reach her in the doorway and sink into the flimsy material of her top.
"I'll grab you something" I offer, wincing a little as I look out into the rain myself. "I need to get my wallet anyway. You can...you know" I continue, giving her a weak smile as my shoulders slump at the thought of getting caught out in the rain once again.
"Thanks..." mumbles Anna, looking down at her feet as best she can under the circumstances. Her playful demeanor seems to fade away for a moment, whatever excitement she had draining as she comes to terms with what her new body meant for her.
"I'll...I'll be back..." I mutter, bouncing a little in place before rushing out the door.
As I reach the first step, my bare feet splashing against the smooth stone, I take a leap down towards the street. Thankfully, due to a mixture of my implanted perfect balance and the short nature of the stairs, I manage to land at the bottom without injuring my tipsy ass. Racing as fast as my tiny legs will carry me I round the building, wincing and yelping as my tender feet come into contact with the rough surface of the old laneway with each and every step.
I'm forced to hold onto my glasses as I run with one hand and my bouncing chest with the other, both acting as constant reminders of the body I had bargained for. I let out a hiss as I round the back of the building, my eyes falling to the old white sedan sitting right where I had left it. Fumbling with my multiple sets of keys I'm stuck hopping back and forth on my feet before I finally manage to open the driver's side door and dive in.
Taking a moment to catch my breath I tuck my knees in beneath me, watching the aging seat on which I sit slowly grow wet as water drips heavily from my drenched form. Looking to my discarded clothing resting atop the folder of all my new documentation I spy my wallet resting in one of my old boots. Reaching out I quickly grab the luxurious dark brown leather object, one of the few accessories I had ever splurged money on.
I tenderly open it with my new petite hands, sighing as I feel just how much larger the wallet seemed from my new perspective. Opening it up I see my now empty debit cards, along with a collection of now out-of-date cards proclaiming my former identity. Pulling the old cards out I quickly throw them into the glove box, figuring I would dispose of them later.
Turning my attention to whatever cash I had left in my wallet I find only a single ten-dollar note, my addled myself spinning its wheels as I try to reconcile the limited funds with the pile of notes the man had given me.
"My jeans!" I shout, grabbing the now-massive seeming pair of pants from the passenger's seat as I finally remember what I had done with the money the older man had given me. Much to my delight I quickly feel the crumpled up notes in one of the pockets, a grin spreading across my face as I pull them free and begin to straighten them out.
"One...two...three...fo...five hundred?!" I squeak, my heart skipping a beat as I count out the cash. I swallow hard, fighting back tears as I become a little overwhelmed at the generosity of that complete stranger. Sniffling to myself I push the slim wad of cash into my wallet, saving it for later as I turn to the boxes in the back seat.
With a key in hand I begin to cut open one of the boxes labeled 'clothes', revealing the haphazardly stuffed cardboard boxes contents. T-shirts and jumpers litter the inside, my slowed mind struggling to pick anything out thanks to the plethora of choices. Finally, forcing myself to make a decision, I begin to wrestle a long oversized black shirt from the box. It had been a mistaken purchase, an online order in which they had sent me a shirt two or three sizes too large, though I had thankfully kept it around as a nightshirt.
Wanting to help a little more than just a shirt I begin to dig a little deeper into the box, hurling clothes aside and into the backseat as I search for my target. A grin spreads across my lips as I find my mark, a large navy blue cable knit sweater that had hung extremely loosely on my former frame. It had served well as a cozy item to wear around the house, though the immense size had restricted it from being anything I would wear beyond my front door.
With both the items of clothing in hand I quickly bundle them together before sliding my wallet in between them in the hopes of making carrying it easier. With one deep breath I leap back out into the rain, whipping my head down as I feel my blue hair quickly begin to grow waterlogged and stick to my skin.
Slamming the door shut and quickly locking up, I quickly turn to race back towards the front door. Despite the short trip, I find myself becoming sopping wet after the multiple trips back and forth. Thankfully, even when racing full pelt down the lane way I don't feel myself growing tired in the slightest, my legs feeling downright energetic as I speed back to the main street and up the steps to the annex.
I tumble in through the front door to the annex, the wet feet slipping and sliding on the hardwood floor as I struggle to come to a concise stop. Again, thanks to the perfect balance implanted in my new body I manage to stay on my feet despite my panicked flailing.
A hear a sensual chuckle from behind me as the door is closed once again. I whip my head around to look over my shoulder, glaring at the giggling goddess behind me as I spray water droplets everywhere with my sudden movements.
Annabelle saunters over to me, letting go of her top as letting her massive assets free as she reaches out to me. "You're definitely the cute one here" she coos, the gears in her head obviously turning as she begins to place us into character archetypes from her romance novels.
"I'm not..." I mutter, looking down at myself in my clinging green sweater dress and the busty slender body beneath. "...cute" I finish with a sigh, adjusting my foggy glasses as I'm forced to accept that she was kind of right.
Anna quickly takes the bundle of clothes from my arms, unfurling them carefully and causing my wallet to tumble free from their folds. I quickly reach out, snatching the falling object out of the air before it even gets close to hitting the floor.
"Ooh, good save" Anna coos, noticing my expert catch before returning to the clothing I had fetched for her. "Were you an...athletic man or..." she muses, placing the clothing out on a nearby table to inspect it.
"No" I respond with a slight waver in my voice, amazed at my own reactions and coordination.
"So you were...a little bigger huh?" she mutters, holding up the massive shirt and the large sweater. "I guess I hadn't considered...My novels always..." she continues in her quiet contemplative voice, a slight slurring coming through in her otherwise purely sensual words.
"I wasn't..." I begin to snap back, feeling mildly agitated as one of my cravings begins to gnaw at my mind once again. "Those were always way too big for me so..." I begin to explain, my eyes going wide as I look up to see Annabelle unbuttoning her top and letting it fall to the floor.
My eyes are glued to her as she strips down, the sight of her side boob overflowing beyond her slender torso sending my mind spinning. I knew I should be losing it at the sight of her, that if I had seen her like that just this morning I would have...what would I have done? Cursing under my breath my mind refocuses, my thoughts lingering on the missing information in my head. I can remember my cock, thick and hard between my legs, but as I try to remember how I would have stimulated it I find myself pulling a blank. It was like the information was locked off, held somewhere in the back of my mind just out of reach.
By the time I turn my mind back to the gorgeous redhead across from me she is already sliding the black shirt over her head, the firm toned muscles tensing along her shoulders before disappearing into the basic cotton shirt. She pulls and tugs at the top for a moment, getting the hem in place around her hips as her gargantuan chest acts to raise the shirt as it covers the massive shelf of flesh.
"Smells...nice..." she coos under her breath a little too loudly thanks to the liquor, nibbling at her lip as she takes in the scent of my former body. She squeezes her thighs together for a moment, fighting something I fail to recognize properly before turning her attention to the sweater.
She quickly begins to tug the tighter woolen sweater over her head, easily slipping it over her body until it reaches her enormous chest. A series of soft grunts and groans come from the woman trapped beneath the dark blue material, her arms wriggling and flailing as she tries to worm her way up into the jumper. Before long she slips one of her long slender arms through the sleeve before blindly grabbing around her chest. Whimpering moans escape her lips as she begins to tug at the hem of the sweater, the material stretching and squeezing over my massive bust. The pattern begins to deform rather quickly, the lines that make up the cable-knit aesthetic separating more and more over the perky flesh hanging from her chest. Finally, her head escapes the top with a loud mewling gasp, her other arm freeing itself from the other sleeve and moving to help pull the tight sweater into place.
Despite the display in front of me I feel...not nothing, but certainly not the arousal my memories told me I should be feeling. A mixture of emotions hit me as I watch the busty redhead writhe and moan in an effort to get herself dressed. Amusement, jealousy, and a definite acknowledgment that she is extremely attractive blending together in my mind while lacking the base arousal my male mind desperately searched for.
Looking down at herself, Anna begins to pat her chest as her lips twist between a lewd grin and a pained grimace. Her delicate slender fingers dance over the straining wool, pausing briefly as she focuses on the new concealed nipple.
"I look...this is going to take...I can't believe these are...mine" she mutters, her words slipping into a sensual purr by the end of her sentence. "Fuck...these are..." she mewls, her plump lips quivering as a smirk slowly spreads across them.
"Ahem..." I cough out, clearing my throat to get the attention of the drunken redhead before she takes her exploration too far.
She jumps in place at the sound of my voice, her green eyes going wide as she looks over at me as though she had simply forgotten I was there. "Oh...right, the second-hand...thing..." she stammers, her cheeks turning red as she realizes what she had been caught doing.
"I still need clothes too" I joke, cocking an eyebrow up at her.
"Right...right..." she stammers, looking at the bottle she had set down on the table when she started getting dressed. "One for the road..." she mutters, taking a swig from the bottle before holding it out to me.
"You can't be..." I begin to mutter back in a droll fashion, my eyes going wide as I find myself taking the bottle without any hint of hesitation. "What's one more drink?" I think to myself, justifying my actions as I quickly bring it to my lips with both hands and begin to drink from the luxurious glass bottle. I quickly down several small mouthfuls of the painfully burning liquid before Anna takes the bottle from me, her face taking on an amused look.
"Whoa girl, save some for laters" she blurts out, slurring her words slightly as she places the bottle back on the table. "We can gets it later after...shopping" she says with a gleeful giggle, getting lost in the fantasy of having a shopping trip with her self-proclaimed 'bestie'.
I want to grumble back at her, however, before I even get the chance Anna begins to head for the exit. She winces again as she opens the heavy door, the thought of getting as drenched as I was obviously not sitting well with the middle-aged woman turned drop-dead gorgeous college girl.
I, on the other hand, having been absolutely soaked in my past few trips through the storm simply trudge out towards the front stairs. I can hear my feet moistened impacts against the hardwood floor, my sweater squelching with horrid noises as it shifts about in its beyond waterlogged state.
"So...wheres the...the store?" I grumble, bracing myself for the rain once again and temporarily forgetting the word 'second-hand'.
"It's...uh..." Anna muses meekly, struggling to remember the address with her own intoxicated brain. "It's...um...on the corner I think. No! The opposite corner, at...that end" she explains, pointing out of the door and to the left. "Your place is on the other corner...I mean other other corner. she mutters, simply blurting out facts as she begins to giggle a little.
I try to map out the street in my mind, my groggy alcohol-addled faculties failing to do much beyond understanding that my accommodations were something to the left along with the place I could hopefully find some clothes. I step out into the rain once more, groaning as I feel my hair, having just gotten a little drier, quickly pasting itself to my forehead once more.
Trudging down the step, no longer running and giving up on avoiding getting wet, I hear the door shut behind me. A high-pitched squeal comes from Anna as she locks up, the sound of her short heels following suit as she rapidly clicks her way down the steps.
"It's just rain..." I grumble, parting my blue hair with one hand and wiping my glasses with the other.
"It's cold, it's cold, it's cold cold coooooold" Anna squeals, mincing past me at a rapid pace with her hands pinned to her sides. I watch as she races ahead of me, her voluminous hair rapidly deflating in its messy bun as it gets wet. The sweater, much like my own, begins to grow clingy as the water soaks in and quickly begins to conform more and more to her rollercoaster curves. Her massive bust bounces and shakes with each of her hurried steps, the huge unrestrained and unsupported mounds jiggling as though they had a mind of their own.
I quickly have to pick up the pace, jogging after the towering young woman as her stride quickly begins to leave me behind. She barely even notices her accidental ditching, her foggy mind focusing solely on getting to our destination as soon as possible in the hopes of getting out of this torrential downpour.
In less than a minute we find ourselves reaching the end of the street, my eyes darting around as I search for what she had meant by the 'other' corner. The 'corner' is really a part of a four-way intersection, with various buildings sitting on each corner. Before I can take in my surroundings I feel something tug at my arm, Annabelle easily using her superior size and strength to manhandled my light petite body.
"H...Hey!" I squeal, stumbling a little as I'm dragged behind the redhead like I was some sort of unruly child.
"It's over...over here" she pants, her hands shivering as they clutch my arm. She quickly leads me across the street to an old building on the corner across from us, the aging structure simply exuding character.
It is angled to face the center of the intersection, taking up the whole corner lot in dramatic fashion. Large bay windows flank a central door, the panes of glass-lined with slender wrought iron bars twisted into delicate filigrees. The seats beyond the windows are positively filled with all manner if disparate items, from wooden mannequins and well-worn furniture to old damaged paintings and water-damaged books. Deeper into the cozy store I can barely make out some racks of clothing, my heart soaring at the thought of getting into something dry.
We both tumble in through the front door, the sound of a small bell above the frame ringing out to announce our arrival, a wave of heat crashing against us as Anna moans deeply with relief. She clutches at her chest, tears in her eyes after running all this way without any form of support.
"Ow" she hisses under her breath, wiping away the rain from her face and taking her tears with it. Despite her pained expression a slight smile forms on her lips, her toned muscles tensing rhythmically under her command. "That felt...I can run" she whispers excitedly to herself, squeezing her long powerful legs together as if to test her strength.
Before I can respond, or even look around, we are snapped to attention by a voice deeper into the store.
"Hello, some storm we're having" chuckles a voice from somewhere deeper into the store. Both Annabelle and myself look around, trying to pin the source of the voice amongst the messy overfilled store.
A small wooden counter rests just by the door, a small old-looking cash register with a yellowed plastic resting atop of the scratched surface. Behind the counter rests a small stool, the dark wood matching a similar style as the countertop, along with a selection of essential items lining the mustard yellow wall. Toothbrushes, toothpaste, packets of socks and underwear sit on hooks along with other essentials that visitors may have forgotten.
The sound of footsteps snap me back to looking deeper into the store, my eyes finally catching a look at the source of the voice from before.
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