Reaching out with one of my newly shrunken slender hands I snatch up the glasses Sammie had fetched for me. Running my fingers over the glossy black frames elicits only one word in my mind, cheap. The plastic creaks between my fingers, the hinges threatening to snap at even the slightest provocation. With a loud exhale through my button nose I hold the glasses up to my face, watching with a mixture of horror and glee as distant images become noticeably more clear and distinct through the panes of glass. It's by no means perfect, my eyes needing to strain to really make things snap fully into focus and the glasses being a little too large for my new face, but they would have to do.
Placing the glasses back down atop the manila folder I begin to search for something to wear. Desperate to cover up my new assets from prying eyes. Deciding that my new chest was the more noticeable feature I lunge for my old t-shirt, the once tight black cotton top now feeling like a dress in my hands. I easy easily over a whole foot shorter now, and the difference certainly showed through my former clothes.
Biting my lower lip nervously I begin to slip the tent-like shirt over my head, the only struggle coming from navigating the dark flexible space blind. Soon enough my head pops out the top, my arms quickly following suit. With a few minor tugs and adjustments I manage to get the shirt's hem down a bit above my knees, my expansive chest and slender shoulders on display through the now extremely low neckline. My bust pushes the soft cotton shirt out in front of me, causing the material to hang over my taut tight belly and leaving me feeling somewhat naked. Despite that odd sensation, the shirt has a little more heft to it now, acting as a reminder of my relative size.
"You may want something warmer than that" comes a voice from behind me, Sammie calling out as she critically assesses my outfit choice. "You look kind of cold" she explains, fighting back a subtle giggle at my expense.
"What are you..." I retort, glancing down and cutting myself short as I'm met with the sight of my new pokies pressing through the fabric of my top. My heart races and my cheeks grow red at the embarrassing sight, my hands quickly snapping up to my chest once again in the hopes of both covering up and exploring.
As I squeeze the soft malleable flesh now sitting on my chest the former look of confusion spreads across my face. I can remember my past experiences with girlfriends, the groping included, but while the images are clear and crisp in my mind's eye they also feel impossibly distant. It's as though the experiences are on the tip of my tongue, or more accurately the tips of my fingers, leaving me fumbling with no knowledge on how to properly enjoy my new assets. However, as I clumsily grope myself, my fingers almost painfully sinking into my soft juicy breasts, I end up letting out a soft little gasp of pleasure. My eyes go wide as I try to repeat the action, gently shifting my hardened nipples against the soft cotton I was wearing. A shudder runs up my spine, a pleasurable shock radiating out from my cute little pokies.
"Gently...but firm..." I whisper to myself, realizing I was re-learning where my erogenous zones were.
"Did you say something?" asks Cameron, looking up at me from the other table as he bends and flexes my former body's knees and listens to the subtle clicking inside.
"Nothing!" I squeak, my hands shooting to my sides in the hopes that those two didn't notice my inexperienced exploration.
Following Sammie's advice I shift my gaze to the heavy wool sweater I had worn to fight back the chill earlier, the dark thyme green mass resting bundled along with my jeans by the end of the table. Grabbing it I allow the garment to unfurl, remembering just how loose it had been on my old body.
"This will be..." I whisper, my voice quivering as I come to the realization that this thing will look more like a dress than a sweater at this point.
Much like with the shirt I dive into the seemingly expansive sweater, this time becoming slightly more lost in it as I bump my head into a sleeve before righting myself. As my head escapes the top I begin to spit and splutter, finding my lips coated with several bits of lint and fluff after my little journey. Realizing I needed my hands to clear off my soft wool speckled lips I race to get my arms through the sleeve, my heart skipping a beat as I find my hands stopping only partway down and my fingers failing to exit through the ends. Wriggling in place the remainder of the sweater easily falls into place, hanging down around my knees as the neckline slips down over my right shoulder leaving it somewhat bare.
In a bit of a frenzy I lift my arms, shaking them violently in frustration as my sleeves begin to bunch up. Before long I see some modicum of success, my hands suddenly escaping their wool prison before bringing them to my mouth to pick at the fluff. As I extricate the loose lint from my lips I look down at myself, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I find not only my nipples hidden beneath the thick material of the sweater but also much on my new cleavage was obscured by the lopsided nature of the top as well.
While I was practically swimming in my old clothes I was at least dressed, my slender and fairly busty form hidden from prying eyes.
Looking over the table once again I feel my heart lodge in my throat, the sight of the small pair of black panties reminding me of one last missing piece of clothing I would likely need to put on. Sucking in my lips, forming a nervous smile, I snatch up the panties. In one swift motion I bend over, gasping in shock as I find myself bending with extreme ease at the hips. Thankfully, my sweater and shirt prevent me from giving anyone a free show as I stretch out the black panties and step into the small holes. My mind races as I hold my position for a moment, relishing the odd feeling of bending so sharply yet without any form of strain or becoming off-balance. A grin spreads across my face as I slowly right myself, my back arching as I stand back up and pull my panties along my legs with me.
The cheap panties, while gliding easily up my legs, feel just a tad too tight around my hips. As I get them into place I can't help but let out a disconcerted murmur, the material tugging against my new soft rear and flat crotch acting as a contact reminder of what I had received for my money.
Dressed and ready to go I quickly grab the glasses from atop the folder. I'm forced to fiddle for a few seconds as I struggle to get the slightly too-large set of frames in place behind my ears and resting on my sweet button nose. The world around me, while far more in focus than before, still feels slightly off as I feel my brow furrow and tighten in an effort to focus.
"These are..." I begin to grumble, my words getting cut off my Sammie.
"Cheap glasses, like the ones you'd find a stand in the mall or something" she explains, pacing about before walking over to the double doors. "You're going to need to work out your own prescription, but those should do in a pinch...I said next!" she continues, giving me some advice before screaming out for the next client to come in.
With a jump I spin around to look at the source of the noise, my eyes going wide as I see my old body standing up by the double doors. My jaw drops as my eyes roam over my old form, from the short brown hair to the slender physique before finally ending on his still rock-hard cock.
"I'm sure someone will enjoy being him" Cameron mutters in an attempt to console me. "Hey, um...Martin wanted to speak to you before you left. You'd better..." he says nervously, his eyes drifting down to my covered chest before glancing away as I catch him.
"I...yeah..." I mumble back, growing equally awkward as I find myself lost in his eyes again. "Wait...Martin?" I splutter, managing to pull my gaze away from the young man momentarily as I look towards the backdoor.
"The old guy" Cameron explains, the color quickly draining from his face. "Please don't tell him I called him old."
I can't help but laugh at his reaction, my usual deep bellowing chuckle sounding almost like a giggling titter in my new voice.
"No promises" I joke, bundling up my old shoes, pants, and the folder before taking my first real step in my new body. A sharp yell escapes my lips as I nearly tumble face-first into the hard concrete floor, the painful fate only being averted as I catch myself on a nearby table. I let out a pained hiss, my arm and shoulder stinging from the impact.
"Watch your step" Sammie calls out from the door, wincing herself as she watches me get back up from my fall. Glancing over at her I swallow hard, watching as the towering athletic redhead races in past her and begins to hop atop the table I had only recently woken up on. To my horror I find myself staring at her massive perfectly formed chest not with desire or arousal, but with a faint sense of jealousy coupled with happiness that I didn't have to carry that much weight around.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, knowing full well I would need to deal with them later, I push myself up from the table. Slowly but surely I begin to pad my way over to the back door, wincing with each step as I feel my hips grind against my stride in a desperate plea for me to move them in a more feminine manner. My unrestrained chest bounces ever so slightly under my multiple layers of clothing, the weight of the material both acting to hold my assets in place but also providing a firmer backing for the more sensitive parts to grind against.
With shaky breath and careful steps I reach the back door, pushing it open and stepping out into the rain as the scent of smoke hits my nose.
Stepping outside, the door slamming shut behind me, I find myself in a large courtyard. The stretch of concrete leads from the road to the right to a large set of rolling shutters, the sight of which was completely obscured by wiring and computers in the previous room. A small concrete overhang keeps the lion's share of the rain out of the immediate area, leaving enough room for someone my size to just stay dry against the pouring rain.
"Here" mutters a voice beside me, catching my attention. Whipping my head around I see the old tech, Martin, holding out a lit cigarette for me. Feeling the still unsatisfied craving inside of me begin to gnaw at my mind and body I greedily snatch the tiny object from his hand, holding it between my fingers and bringing it to my mouth for a deep inhale.
"Fuck, that's better" Martin coos, matching my own actions as her enjoys his own, now far shorter, cigarette. "I haven't had a chance to step away all day, it's been driving me up the wall. Sorry if I was...well...you get it, right?" he mutter, giving me an awkward smile. "You just get so..."
"Edgy? Yeah" I grumble, reveling in the taste of the smoke in my mouth and the calming effect of the nicotine on my body. "Why the hell am I like...this?" I ask, waving the cigarette about for effect.
"Designed like that" Martin responds, seemingly less interested in being coy about the changes while on his break.
"Why the hell would someone..." I begin to squeal, pausing to take a long drag.
"Maybe the buyer liked the aesthetic, short punky girl who smokes. Maybe it was a punishment, a body for someone who always complained about smokers or something. We don't get to see why the buyer asked for things, only what the end result is" Martin explains, looking into the distance in contemplation.
"Well...maybe I can just learn to quit" I grumble, huffing smoke out of my nose before giggling at the warm sensation.
"Not gonna happen, if someone wants a body addicted to cigarettes then they get one. Try all you might you'll be back on those eventually, at least if you want to shake the...unpleasantness withdrawals cause" Martin states, rolling his neck and shoulders as if to shake off the tension he was dealing with himself.
"Wait...so I'm stuck with..." I stammer, what little color I had draining from my face. "But what about my health? The guy up front said..."
"You'd have perfect health?" Martin interjects, looking down at me. "Hamish makes a lot of crazy claims, but he doesn't lie. You will be in perfect health, despite your new...vices" he continues, throwing the butt of his cigarette on the ground before stamping it out and drawing another from the packet.
"Wait so I won't get..." I begin to ask, watching Martin place his new cigarette between his lips.
"Cancer? Nope, same with other health issues. No shortness of breath, tar buildup, cardio-vascular issues, nothing" Martin answers, fishing around his pockets before producing a different smaller lighter than before. "Lucky little shit" he chuckles, grinning down at me as I look up at him in disbelief.
"Sir!" screams a muffled voice from within the room behind us. Martin's shoulders slump, his eyes glancing down at the unlit cigarette in his mouth as he lets out a sigh. Pulling the cigarette from his lips he slides it into his breast pocket, the hand holding the lighter reaching into one of his larger pockets as he searches for something.
"Here" he mutters, pulling the crumpled half-finished packet of smokes from his pocket and holding them out for me. "These should tide you over for a bit"
"I...uh...I couldn't...they're...don't you need..." I stammer awkwardly, looking around as if to find some way to refuse his offer.
"I'm not getting another break today" Martin grumbles, narrowing his eyes in frustration. "I'll just grab another packet on the way home. Besides, we all saw how much you paid for that" he explains, gesturing at my pint-sized body "I can at least afford another packet easily."
Staring up at him I leave the cigarette hanging on my lips, reaching out with my now free hand to take the old man's crumpled gift. I quickly fumble with the bundle in my arms, shoving the crumpled cigarette packet and tiny orange lighter into my jean's pocket before returning to hold the lit smoke between my lips.
"Thanks, I...I don't know what to..." I squeak, feeling somewhat overwhelmed in the moment.
"Sir!" screams the voice again, the sound drawing closer as I make out the high-pitched tone of Sammie beyond the muffled noise behind the door.
"Coming!" Martin screams, heaving the door open and pausing. "Come on, put that thing out and get out of here" Martin grumbles, returning to his sour mood as he begins to head back to work.
Looking around for a moment I let the cigarette fall from my lips. I move to step on it but quickly stop myself, my eyes locking onto my bare feet before looking up at Martin. The older man sighs, stepping over to me and stomping out the lit cigarette butt before ushering me inside.
As Martin rushes off to his computer I'm left to quickly walk through the backroom. Still struggling to deal with my shortened steps and the demands for a feminine stride from my body I find myself rushing past the overly busty redhead as she lays on the table. I watch as Cameron stands beside her, his lecherous eyes drinking in her extremely sexualized form. Again, a pang of jealousy hits me before I push it to the back of my mind, my gaze shifting to the purchaser in the adjacent table as I make my way to the door.
Laying on the surgical table next to the busty redhead lays an older blonde woman, heavy make-up covering the severe wrinkles and blemishes coating her tanned face. Her modest bust sags heavily, pooling to her sides and into her armpits. Her belly appears flabby and dotted with stretch marks, matching her cellulitis-riddled ass and thighs as they flatten and pool out as they press into the metal table. A look of utter delight is spread across her face, her eyes quickly darting to look at me before looking back to her future body.
"Dommy mommy huh?" I whisper under my breath, reaching the double doors and pulling them open as I rush out of the room.
Immediately I feel my heart skip a beat, my eyes going wide behind my glasses as I drink in the now massive room and looming crowd in the distance. Everything seems so much bigger now, the exit seemingly an impossible distance away from the occasional view I can get of it through the shifting masses of people.
Try as I might I can't see the bald man or his red-haired prize, figuring the two must have gone off somewhere to maybe meet his daughter.
Looking up at the walkway I watch as another Lot begins to descend the stairs, having missed the auction that occurred after the 'dommy' redhead. Another towering young woman minces down the metal stairs, her long black hair tied back into a tight bun. Her pale skin is drawn tightly over her sharp and severe features, her narrow chin, high cheekbones and ice blue eyes painting a stern picture.
Her assets are much like my own in that they are relatively large in proportion to her body, the jiggling mounds of fat on her chest drawing the eye almost as much as her wide hips and bouncy yet firm ass. As I stare at the beauty heading down the steps I can almost imagine her as my new body's older sister, a taller and bustier older sister with more austere features.
Wanting to avoid any up-close comparisons with this woman I quickly begin to make my way to the edge of the crowd, hoping to navigate around the edges of it. As I walk towards the throng of people I suddenly come to a realization. My steps, while still awkward and full of distinct fumbling, no longer have me at risk of falling over. Each time my step ends too soon or I find myself overbalancing my body quickly rights itself, my muscles acting on instinct to keep me upright. Remembering how this body had balanced on one leg while she contorted herself it all begins to make sense.
"Perfect balance" I mutter to myself, a subtle grin forming on my lips as I grow in confidence and pick up the pace.
Reaching the edge of the crowd I immediately notice people begin to glance down at me, a mixture of confused looks as they try to remember where they know me from, lewd smirks as people remember my body's display on the walkway, and more intrigued or neutral expressions fill the faces of the audience.
"Was she...the one up there didn't have glasses right?"
"Hopefully I can get my wife one like that, the way she bent herself into..."
"His...her body was the slender man from earlier right? I wonder if there was anything wrong with..."
Taking far longer than I remember I eventually make it to the edge of the auction's audience, a loud cheer coming from them as another body begins to make its way out onto the walkway. My curiosity gets the better of me, causing me to back up a little to look at the new Lot from over the heads of the now impassible wall of people.
"Everyone, give a warm welcome to our lovely Lot 26!" calls the auctioneer, who I know knew as Hamish thanks to my little behind-the-scenes conversation. My gaze following his gestures towards the office I'm met with the sight of a tall and curvaceous Mediterranean woman, her skin heavily tanned with not a single tan line in sight.
She stands around 5'9" with a wavy mane of shoulder-length dark brown hair bouncing along with each of her small mincing steps. She appears to be slightly older than the previous bodies, with the beginning of laugh lines and crows feet having formed on her face. She has a strong Roman nose, anchoring your gaze on that feature. Her lips a large and eminently kissable, her eyes large and colored a lovely shade of hazel.
Her body is like a roller coaster, curving wildly and putting on a show for the crowd with her every movement. Her bust is fairly large, easily a little larger than the previous by a cup size or some. However, they sag slightly more and jiggle far more violently as she makes her way across the walkway. Her waist tappers in tightly, her belly having a slight amount of cute pudge giving her a huggable and cuddly aesthetic.
The lion's share of her body fat hangs around her hips and thighs. Her hips are downright massive, childbearing, and supporting a large fatty behind which sports quite a few stretch marks. Her thighs rub together with each step, wobbling and rippling much to the joy and concern of the potential bidders.
Before she can reach the auctioneer I turn away, not wanting to think about the auction anymore. The thought of seeing another body, one that I preferred to the one I was stuck with, chilled me to the bone. The idea of being in a 'What-If' scenario driving me to race over to the showroom.
However, the showroom itself isn't much better. Despite the quickened pace I walk at I find myself lingering in the area far longer than I wanted. Bodies lean down to me as I pass by their sales area, whispering sweet nothings and innuendo in my ears in an effort to fluster me and tempt me into a purchase.
"Hey sweetie! Looking for something a little...bigger?"
"Hey babe, want to take this for the ride of your life?"
By the time I make it back to the entrance my face is burning, my cheeks a deep red and my body feels flushed. My breath comes out in sharp ragged huffs, a strange tingling wracking my body after walking through the cavalcade of outrageously attractive bodies who all appeared interested.
With the rain still pelting down outside I simply stare out the open doors, building up the courage to make the race to my old car knowing that I was about to get drenched. Shuffling around the bundle in my hands I try to protect the manila folder with my jeans, fishing my keys and the cigarettes out of my pockets and dropping them into my now massive seeming boots for easier access. Draping the flimsy paper clothes over my exposed skin, hoping for some modicum of protection, I finally dash out into the piercing rain.
The second my feet hit the wet concrete outside I cringe, the rough wet surface sending an unpleasant chill down my spine.
As I run out through the courtyard and through the front gate I whine a little under my breath, finding the distance taking so much longer to cover than with my form 6'3" body. However, as I reach the street and turn towards where I had parked my car I find something odd. Despite the dead sprint I was in I didn't feel tired or out of breath in the slightest. Pushing myself harder, my stubby legs moving as fast as I can make them, I still find myself full of energy and my breath remaining easy and metered.
Surprisingly enough, as I begin to approach the old white sedan filled with my moving boxes I can't help but wonder if I could have made it here faster in my old body. Sliding my hand into my old sweaty boots I remotely open the door before wrenching it open and diving inside.
Dropping my stuff on the passenger's seat I begin to peel off the now soaked paper clothing from my head and shoulders, cringing as I feel them cling to me. I hurl them into the back seat, listening in disgust to the loud wet slapping noise they make as they hit one of the many boxes I had brought with me.
Eager to warm up I start the ignition, the engine roaring to life as a pleasant vibration wracks me through my seat. The vibrations from the old engine die down a little as it begins to idle, a shuddering breath escaping my lips as I come down from the delightful surprise.
"That's...new..." I squeak, wriggling in my seat as I get comfortable.
Tilting all the heating sources to face me I slowly begin to dry off, thankful for the immense amount of clothing I had covered myself in and the protection it afforded. As I wait for the cabin to warm up I begin to fix up my seat and mirrors, wheezing a little in a nervous laugh as I'm forced to bring my seat closer and closer to the steering wheel just so I can reach the pedals.
With both hands on the wheel I look out at the street, fiddling with my glasses a little to get a better view and to find a more comfortable position for them.
"First paycheck" I grumble, tilting my head back to slide the frames up my nose. "First paycheck I get a new pair."
With a rev of the engine I pull out into the street, making my way slowly to the end of the industrial district as I carefully get used to driving from my new position.
"Guess I have a while to get used to all...this" I mutter, wriggling in the seemingly larger seat in an effort to make myself more comfortable in the eerily familiar yet all-too-strange car.
It was true that I did have quite a while to work out this whole driving thing. While I had lost my job in the city, the college had managed to find me work elsewhere, though it was far from my home. It was one of the reasons I had gotten here so early, besides wanting to see everything the fabled 'Flash Sale' had to offer.
I knew it would take quite a while to drive to my new home...
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