The towering woman pauses for a moment herself, pulling the glass from her cleavage and swirling the warmed contents before taking a long-drawn-out swig. She rapidly drains the stinging liquor within, grimacing as she downs the whole thing
"Well..." she mutters, sighing as she collects her thoughts. "I guess..."We should enroll together, or at least pretend to, for a...cover story" she muses, lost in thought as she reaches for the bottle of scotch once again.
I can feel my stomach churning at the sight of the lavishly designed glass decanter, my mind begging me not to have another glass while my body begs for just one more little glass. It is like with my cigarettes, albeit it a little less invasive, a dull craving that slowly builds as I look longingly at the searing amber liquid sloshing about in the glass.
"What are you talkin' about?" I mutter, sliding down and rolling to my side as I recline on the comfy sofa. Much to my horror I find myself laying on it rather comfortably, my diminished form fitting nicely between the armrests at either end.
"I'm saying..." Anna mutters, pouring herself another smaller glass of scotch. She leans over to the coffee table between us, moving to pour more into my glass. She freezes for a moment, watching as I wriggle and roll on the couch. "Would you like..." she begins to ask, her train of thoughts changing tracks before she can pour me the glass.
Despite my better judgment I mewl softly in approval, nodding at her a little more vigorously than I would have wanted to. My glasses shift to the end of my nose, my short blue hair draping down to obscure my vision. Anna pours me another shallower glass of scotch in response, dribbling a small trail of alcohol along the table as she too finds herself feeling the effects of hard liquor on an empty stomach.
"I'm saying..." she repeats herself, sitting back up with a soft groan of discomfort. Her bust strains against her old shirt, the larger button-up designed for a more rotund woman finally failing as she arches her back to return to her seated position. I don't even see it happen, only becoming alerted to the sound on a button pinging off the coffee table and rattling its way along the floor. Anna, her face twisting into a look of shock, snatches at her shirt and holds the top of the button up together with her hands.
"Stupid J..." she hisses, staring down at the shelf of flesh she had purchased for herself. In an effort to distract herself from her collapsing attire she returns to look at me as I take more pained sips for my refreshed drink. "We should enroll in the college" she explains, not really going too deeply into her plan. Slowly and carefully Anna begins to re-button the top few buttons of her top, achieving some sense of temporary modesty. However, despite her best efforts, the missing button leaves a large gap in the top leaving much of her cleavage on display along with the imminent threat of a nip-slip around the corner.
"Why would we go back to school?" I groan, shifting to rest on my elbows in an effort to not lay on my newly expanded chest.
"Well I never went so..." Anna chirps nervously, looking away momentarily as she works on her arguments. "I mean, I have training and certifications from when I re-entered the workforce. I just never went to college" she explains, trying to pre-emptively defend herself.
"Fine" I huff, swirling the glass of scotch dangerously in my hands. "Why would I go back to school?"
"To fit in" Anna quickly retorts, her voice usually forcefully dripping with sexual energy taking on an almost fearful tone. "I don't...I don't want people knowing I'm...well...I should be nearly fifty" she stammers, the liquor bringing out something of her old personality for a moment past the programed facade.
"I guess that makes..." I muse, focusing a little on how to end the sentence as I feel the pleasant buzz grow through my body by the minute.
"And I doubt you'd want people to know you were a man right?" she asks, leaving the question hanging as a weak smirk spreads across her plump lips. "Think of what people will say around town."
As her words sink in my heart skips a beat, a shiver running the length of my spine as I'm wracked for anxious tension. As much as I had tried to avoid the thought she did have a point, this was a small town and people talk. Images flash through my partially intoxicated mind of being a social pariah, of being avoided and shunned by everyone as they talk about me behind my back. While a fanciful scenario these days, the Body-Boutique being a household name in the city, this town may not be quite as accepting.
"I...get your point" I grumble, reaching up clumsily to readjust my cheap flimsy glasses. "But I already have a degree, I work for the college, I can't just..." I begin to squeak, my mind racing to find a solution through the daze I was experiencing.
"Then fake it" Anna chirps, her demeanor shifting to a more suggestive tone. "I can enroll, I work for a third party anyhow, and I can provide my bestie with a class schedule" she coos, nibbling at her lip as she relishes the idea of continuing her planned deception in one way or another.
I can't help but cringe as she calls me her 'bestie', the term reminding me just how we would appear together in public.
Finishing up my glass of scotch, fighting hard to keep down the last few dregs as I'm hit with a wave of nausea, I fumble to place it on the coffee table. My tiny body feels delightfully warm, my mind floating in a pleasant haze as I shift to sit back up. Swaying a little in my seat I look over at Annabelle, her own cheeks having grown a little flushed as her eyes stare down between my legs. Lazily glancing down I let out a snorting laugh as I'm met with the sight of my soft pale thighs and my black cotton panties peeking out from under my thyme green sweater.
"Oops" I squeak, wriggling in my seat and grinding my ass against the sofa as I shift my sweater back into its dress-like form. Despite how adorable I knew I looked a part of me still begged me to change outfits, a nagging feeling at the back of my mind demanding that I wear something...else.
Despite my display, Anna simply remains staring at me for a moment as her face grows redder and redder. Her soft plump lips waver between a lewd smirk and a disconcerted frown as her gaze remains locked on my lower body. "Cute" she whispers to herself, her breath growing slightly heavier as two firm nubs begin to poke through her shirt.
"What?" I mutter in response, not really catching what she had said. "Are you okay?"
"Never better" she practically purrs, her eyes quickly shifting back to look into my own. "Just...realizing something about...this" she says, gesturing at her body as she loses her grip on her top. Her massive breasts quickly begin to spill out again, one last button fighting valiantly to keep everything in check.
"You need new clothes" I blurt out with a derpy laugh, still fiddling with my own improvised dress.
"Yeah" Annabelle grumbles, looking around the room for anything that could help her. "So do you" she retorts, pointing at my ill-fitting clothes.
"Yeah..." I mutter, picking at the woolen material as I feel it pin my cotton shirt against my large chest and sensitive new nipples. "I'm a little broke after...this" I continue, gesturing at my body much like how Anna had done before.
Anna sits still for a minute, trying her best to bundle up as much of her top as she could in the hopes of not losing her grip again. Even while fighting her clothing and through the scotch we had been drinking the gears in her head turn. She nibbles at her lower lip as she sits in deep thought, her bright green eyes darting to the corners of the room in search of an answer.
"I have...hic..." I begin to say, bouncing a little in my seat as I blurt out an almost annoyingly cute hiccup. Anna can't help but giggle at my little outburst, her laughter only growing louder as I glare at her. "I was going to say I...I have some baggier clothes that might help" I grumble, pausing mid-way as I feel what might be another hiccup forcing its way up.
"Thank you" Anna coos in response, a warm smile creeping across her lips "but I don't think they would work so well as a dress for me as they do for you."
"Fuck you" I snap back playfully, wriggling myself of the edge of the sofa before staggering to my feet. "I meant as a top to cover...those" I say with an uncharacteristic giggle, pointing at the massive set of J-cup Annabelle had saddled herself with.
As I reach my feet I sway slightly, the world and the room around me spinning for a moment as I'm wracked with both a dizzy spell and the effects of the scotch. Annabelle soon stands up herself, stumbling to her feet as well while she too feels the effects of her mild intoxication as well as the new weights on her overwhelming chest.
Taking the bottle of scotch in one hand and grasping at her top with the other she slowly begins to walk towards the doorway, her hips rocking and popping with each of her delicate mincing steps. I try my best to race after her, bumping into the sides of the sofa and the coffee table as I race through the room tipsy and in the poor light.
"I think..." Anna mutters, walking out the doorway and turning to head back to the counter. "I think we'll close up early" she muses, her voice tilting into an excited purr at the thought of doing something as naughty as leaving work before she was meant to.
She is halfway to the front door, waltzing past the front counter confidently, as I suddenly freeze up.
"My keys!" I squeal, spinning in place and practically tumbling my way back to the small study I had just been in. Thankfully, my enhanced balance keeps me upright as I try to wrangle my unfamiliar body in an intoxicated state. Racing back to the room I quickly snatch up the 'lovey-dovey' envelope from the coffee table, my mind lingering on the thought of what I could have had if I had just come to work without going to the Body-Boutique first.
"Jordy!" Annabelle calls out from the lobby, the screaming feeling almost taboo in a building like this. "Can you...can you turn off the lights" she shouts, pausing mid-sentence as to avoid slurring her words.
Reaching up high to the old light switch I flick it off, plunging the room around me into darkness. I shuffle my way out through the doorway before turning to head out to where Annabelle had called from. As I pace my way through the cozy study area I begin to wrestle with the envelope, my petite slender fingers struggling to find purchase in my uncoordinated state. Eventually I give up, ripping and tearing at the letter before disgorging the contents into my hand.
A set of keys with a little key-ring tumble out into my palm, an address having been scrawled on a piece of paper that lays locked inside the plastic fob. Along with the all-important keys a small note falls out, my stomach sinking as I read the brief contents. A cutesy phone number is printed in cursive writing followed by 'Annabelle Davies' with the 'i' dotted with a heart along with a smudged lipstick print in the corner.
Walking out I hold up the note to a clearly embarrassed Annabelle, her cheeks threatening to match the deep crimson of her hair.
"A little...forward" I mutter, cocking an eyebrow at the mature woman turned bubbly eighteen-year-old.
"I...I haven't done...this sort of thing since my divorce" she groans defensively. "Your loss anyway" she mutters under her breath, a little too loudly than she had wanted. "Would have rocked your..."
Before she can finish her sentence I approach her at the door, swaying slightly along with her as we both come to terms with our decision to drink in new bodies with no alcohol tolerance on an empty stomach.
"So...what's the plan now?" I ask, wracking my brain as I try to sort through the possibilities. I still had to unpack my car and move my stuff into my new place, find something to wear besides the remnants of my old wardrobe, and definitely get some food into me.
Looking up at the towering redhead, my view of her face being largely blocked by her massive rack from this close-up angle, she appears to be lost in similar thoughts. Finally, she begins to speak as her head lolls from side to side.
"Well...we shouldn't drive like..." she mumbles, looking down at the bottle of scotch in her hand.
"Agreed" I sate in reply, nodding my head a little too much as my glasses shake to the very tip of my nose.
"And I think we should stick...stick together...as besties Jordy" she chirps, wriggling her hips playfully as she dives further and further into the character she had created for herself.
"Ag...Hey! Don't call me..." I begin to grumble, only to be cut short by Annabelle's delighted giggling.
"Oh that's perfect, the spunky...bestie..." she coos, slowly losing her train of thought as she places her delicate fingers to my mouth in response to a wave of nausea. Her shirt splits once again, revealing her pale creamy flesh much to my dismay as I feel the absence of any expected arousal. I can't help but smirk at her comeuppance, though a small part of me sympathizes after my twisting and turning stomach back on the couch.
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...
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