The world around me slowly bleeds back into my consciousness, the whirring and rumbling of the large device surrounding me being the first thing to force itself way into bombarding my senses. My mind reels, thoughts and feelings roiling and churning inside my skull as the mess slowly begins to settle.
My body feels numb, the vibrations running through the metal walls of the machine causing my arm and the side of my face to jostle and shake. As my eyes slowly open the vibrations leave my vision faltering, the dim steel room blurring severely as my eyes rattle inside my skull.
Bright red strands of hair soon begin to fall into view, the constant shaking of the machine shifting the heavily dyed strands out of their messy yet well-parted bob as my eye line is quickly filled with shades of bright neon red.
My mind quickly beings to drink in all sorts of new sensations, the sight of my new hair causing me to strain mentally in order to take stock as quickly as I can. The clinking of metal fills my ears, the constant shivering and shaking causing all manner of piercings to clank against the side of the machine. My ears feel odd, heavier than before as the skin feels tight around some protruding bars of metal that remain unseen.
My chest jiggles intensely as the vibrations rock my body. My mind rapidly tries to make sense of the soft and supple weight wobbling on my chest, the constant jostling making me all too aware of the uncomfortable layer of sweat forming between the large squishy orbs and in the area between where they rest against my ribs. Think straps of smooth fabric attempt to bind the bouncing masses in place, the gentle grip of the material feeling almost sensual as a soft whimper escapes my lips.
As the sound of my voice reaches my ears I lurch up, my head spinning as my vision quickly snaps into focus. I bite at my lips, wincing as I feel my front teeth slide over the slender steel band running through my bottom lip. I can taste the faint foul taste of lipstick, the darkly painted plush pillows adorning my face being coated with the stuff as it spreads to my exploring tongue.
I wobble for a moment, the pod seeming much larger than it had mere moments ago. The seat beneath me feel oddly different as well, the worn and damaged synthetic padding now being rounded out by something soft and plush beneath me. It feels larger and smaller all at once, my newly enlarged behind aching and pinching as I slowly become more and more aware of how hard and damaged the seat actually is.
I squeeze my legs together, trying to take stock the only way I know how. My eyes go wide as I feel the lack of an all too familiar organ between my legs, my soft and supple thighs crashing and squishing against each other beneath the light and airy dress clinging to my body. I simply feel a slight mound between my legs, the delicate new organ being covered in a layer of strangely smooth synthetic fabric. The strangle slick and smooth artificial fabric coats my ass and hips, a faint damp sensation permeating the material, rising up high over my wide pelvis as it holds my ass tightly in an effort to keep the delightful rear firm and pert.
I feel my lower legs continue to move even after I squeeze my thighs together, a heavy set of weights dragging my slender limbs about against my will. The loud clomping noise fills the pod, followed by the jangling of metal, as my new large boots slam into one another.
"Oh my..." I whimper, Monica's sweet and delicious voice sounding downright delicate as it slips from my new lips. "I... I..."
My train of stammering is cut short as the wiring of the machine dues down, the door whipping open as I'm forced to shield my eyes with one of my slender and delicate hands.
"Come on" huffs the voice of some man from beyond the doorway, the shadow of his silhouette soon filling the pod. "Let's get... You..." He grunts, reaching in and moving his hands towards me.
I freeze up, my blood turning cold as I notice just how big he seemed compared to me. It was a sensation I hadn't felt in decades, of some person towering over me and having the ability to move me on their own.
One of his hands take me by the forearm, a sudden tug quickly pulling me to my unsteady feet. As I stagger and stumble I feel my body jiggle and shake along with me, from my hair to my plush behind I find my newly traded form shifting on its own.
The man's free hand slides behind my waist, nestling in the small of my back as he guides me from the pod and into the light as gently yet as quickly as he can. My footfalls are rough, the heavy boots at the end of my slender feet stomping forcefully and clumsily both inside the pod and against the wooden floor of the stage. I wince as I wriggle my new feet inside the heavy leather footwear, a tiny set of ankle socks clinging to my feet as I feel them bathed in sweat.
"Gross..." I mutter under my breath, yelping slightly as I stumble over the lip of the pod's doorway. With the large step I feel my hips pop, rocking sensuously as my ass follows the clumsy sway in kind.
The stage itself seems so much larger, as does the room at large. I blink rapidly to clear my vision, to get used to the bright white light that bathes the meeting hall as my mind races to get used to the bombardment of new sensations.
"Little help..." calls a woman to my right, my dazed gaze turning to look at the dark-skinned woman from earlier leaning halfway into another pod. Her hips shimmery beneath the lab coat, her lower body struggling to find leverage as she attempts to pull something from the machine.
My heart sinks, skipping a beat as the tall man in his early twenties beside me rushes over to help the other attendant. My eyes go wide as I find myself looking up at him, a sense of vertigo gripping me as I find my head craning up slightly to look at his tan face and sandy blonde hair.
He soon leans into the pod as we, the two attendants groaning as they heave out a tall lanky man from within. He looks downright out of it, his eyelids fluttering and gaze unfocused. I let out a small whimper as it begins to sink in, my new hands flying to my mouth to stifle a squeal and my arms squishing against my chest as I stare in shock at my former face.
As if coming to, alerted by the quiet yelling of my new voice, I watch as my old lips curl into a Cheshire cat-like grin. Rolling her new shoulders Monica gently pulls away from the attendants, stumbling slightly in her first unassisted step as though she were walking in stilts.
"This is so..." She mumbles, her eyes going wide as she hears her new voice. "Hellooooo there" she coos smoothly, her natural confidence making my old body sound downright alluring.
Behind her, waiting for their turn in the pods, stand Emily and Sally. While Sally simply marvels at the sight of the newly housed Monica, Emily simply looks away with a pout rather than engage with the body that she had missed out on.
As Monica stands up straight, rolling her shoulders and flexing what little muscle my old body had, she sways a little. One of her large masculine hands flies out to her sides, helping her balance as she lets out a burst of giggles.
"This is wild!" She laughs, shifting on her feet as she tries to steady herself. "I'm so fucking tall!" She continues, her gentle swaying soon easing up as she seems to rapidly become used to her towering physique.
As she takes a step forward, the slow stride being overly careful and measured, her eyes light up in shock before darting down to the well-worn pair of jeans she had found herself wearing.
Her already smirking lips twist into a lewd grin, my own cheeks beginning to burn red as I watch her stare down at my former body with such lecherous and carnal intent.
"Holy shit" she wheezes under her breath, shifting her narrow hips slightly as if to jostle something in her pants. "Talk about jackpo..."
"What are you..." Emily whimpers, cocking one of her thick eyebrows as her lip quivers. She unfortunately doesn't get a chance to finish her sentence, the petite yet bottom-heavy redhead quickly pushing her weakly downstage towards the pods.
"Come on come on" Sally huffs, hopping into the nearest pod without any guidance from the attendants. "We still have..."
"I know..." Sighs Emily, the nerdy conservatively dress girl plodding along into a pod of her own.
I'm left staring at the attendants as they rush around, quickly checking the pods and preparing them for the next swap. Lost in thought I barely notice the looming shadow of my former body fall over me, a large arm wrapping around my waist as I'm pulled against Monica.
My eyes go wide, my bottom lip quivering as I stare up at my former face. Monica grins down at me, reaching over to gently poke my nose.
"I really was a cutie" she chuckles, taking a nice long stride towards the stairs as I'm forced to take several stumbling and awkward steps to keep up. Her laughter only grows louder as she watches me struggle with the gait of my new form, every jiggle and bounce threatening to send me tumbling to the floor.
"Oh come on" she playfully groans, rolling her eyes at me. "It's not that hard to walk, I did it for yeeeeears" he taunts in a mocking tone, her free hand fingering with her jeans. "This... Monster... This makes it harder to..." She muses, pausing as she nibbles at her thin lips as she revels in the sizeable bulge nestled in her boxers.
"I... it's these..." I whine, wincing as I hear my sweet and luscious voice slip out between my plush lips. My eyes dart down at my body, shifting over my chest before reaching my rolling hips and finally resting on my thick and heavy boots. "Everything..." I huff, pushing myself away from Monica as I stumble and stagger all on my own.
Monica just chuckles at the sight of her former body staggering about in the short black dress, her former legs shaking in her heavy leather boots.
"Well I never had a problem with it" she shrugs, stepping down the stairs as she makes her way back towards the crowd.
I somehow manage to descend the stairs after Monica without falling and breaking my neck, my stomach sinking with each lengthy fall as I find the distance between the steps suddenly feeling impossibly larger than they had seemed literally a few minutes ago.
From the stage I can see the bright red hair of Melissa in the distance, the athletic girl now being driven by the dim busty Chinese woman acting as a bright lighthouse in the distance.
However, as I reach the bottom of the stairs watch as that bright red beacon soon disappears, my sight line failing to see far over the heads and shoulders of the crowd.
My gaze turns to Monica, her grin only growing wider as she reveals in towering over everyone and everything around her. Her free hand continues to jostle and rifle with her groin, her lips twitching as she monitors her thick new organ's reaction to the various woman moving and conversing around the room.
"I like?..." She whispers, some of her sentence being lost to the din of the room as I try to move closer. Her face begins to grow red, the gears in her head grinding away as her eyes dart about. "Oh, I can work with this" she coos, a faint protrusion forming down the leg of her jeans.
"What are you..." I meekly mumble, shuffling closer as I feel my hips begin to glide and rock more gracefully with each step. It is like my body was trying to teach me how to walk again, some deep part of my mind clicking into place as the rolling of my hips becomes more and more natural with each step.
Monica glances down at me, her bright blue eyes locking down at my largely exposed chest. She swallows hard, her blush somehow growing worse while she also begins to shift to a sickened pale green. The gaze is not lost on me, my heart racing as I reach up to cover the voluminous pale flesh I had on display.
"N... Nothing..." She manages to grunt out, clearing her throat as she looks up at the crowd and towards the exit. "Just noticing... Never mind." She huffs, not feeling comfortable explaining just what she was feeling.
"Should..." I begin to ask, my eyes going wide as I watch Monica begin to walk towards the exit without so much as another word. With my heart in my throat I race after her, clutching my chest to keep the jiggling flesh steady as I wriggle through the crowd her towering body parts for us.
I whimper as I run along behind my old body, staring up at the back of its head as I realize just how big a change I had made. There was no going back, not without the giddy and excited young woman inside my old self getting bored of her new height and cock.
I glance around, feeling like I should say goodbye to the other women I had met on the way through. However, as Monica reaches the exit and pulls open the door I speed up to catch her rather than wading through the crowd in search of relative strangers.
As we both enter the relatively quiet hallway I watch as Monica sighs with relief, grinning ear to ear after her brisk walk through the hall.
"Fuck..." She coos, stretching her legs and shaking out her long arms. "That felt soooooo good. Did you see how people just... moved? I've never had that sort of..."
"You... You nearly left me..." I pant, a little out of breath after the short sprint I had to perform to keep up with Monica.
She perks up, a shocked look running across my former face. "Shit... Right, sorry" she mutters, wringing her hands nervously. "I guess I'm not used to... well..." she chuckles, kicking her long lanky legs giddily.
I cock an eyebrow at her, giving the short busty girl turned towering slender man a quizzical look.
"What's with the sweat..." I muse, not even finishing my sentence before Monica begins to chuckle.
"Oh fuck, I didn't even notice" she laughs, leaning back with a deep breath. "Guess I was just in character, that whole 'natural' and 'traditional crafty' aesthetic doesn't blend well with cussing" she explains, turning back to face the exit at the end of the hall. "Even with the witchy stuff, had to keep it PG and... Well you'll get used to it" she says, picking up her lace once again as she makes her way to the external doors.
My face drops, my jaw hanging open as I quickly race to keep pace with the girl in my body.
"Wa... wait! Are you saying a can't..." I begin to squeak, clutching at my chest and sinking my petite fingers into the yielding flesh as I try to keep them restrained.
"Up to you" she states, cutting me off with a shrug. "It's your business now, not mine. Maybe I'll lean a little more... Adult this time around, once I clean this thing up a bit and..." She mutters, her tone shifting back to a more business-like state.
Monica hardly has a chance to finish her sentence as we both step outside, her train of thought getting cut short by a fiery redheaded woman in her mid-forties who appears mad as hell.
Her shoulder-length cherry red hair is pulled back into a tight bun, the style pulling her pale skin tightly around the temples. Crow's feet and laugh lines dot her severe and sharply shaped face, the creases only growing deeper as she scowls at the building in frustration.
She is remarkably thin, almost stick-like, her bony body being covered in a tight-fitting moss-green sweater and a set of well-worn high-end jeans. Her assets are relatively non-existent, a slight set of bumps beneath her sweater and a tight pert mound barely filling the back if her jeans.
"Is Sally in there?" She huffs, tapping her foot impatiently.
Monica and I look at each other, unsure how to answer.
"Um... I'm sorry but..." I begin to mewl, my sweet and lovely voice sounding almost fragile and delicate.
"Who are you?" Monica answers, speaking over me in a far more confident tone.
"I'm..." The woman snaps, pausing as she takes a deep breath. "Sorry, sorry... I'm Ashley McDonald, my daughter told us to pick her up from here..." She explains, looking down at a watch on her wrist. "Ten minutes ago."
Looking behind her I spy a rather plain-looking four-wheel drive, the large red vehicle having more than a little rust around the windows and wheel housing. A rather nerdy-looking man sits in the driver's seat, a newspaper open across his lap as his eyes dart back and forth across the broadsheet.
"Um..." I begin to murmur, shifting awkwardly as I look up at the frustrated older woman.
"She was just on her way out" Monica states without missing a beat, the speed of her response leaving me a little taken aback.
The older woman sags a little where she stands, her shoulder slumping as she turns back to the car. Knocking on the window she gets the attention of the dark-haired man, gesturing to him with a few held-up fingers.
"Thank you" she sighs, looking back to us. "I had half a mind to go in and drag her out by the ear" she chuckles, waving her hand in a half-joking fashion.
Monica chuckles nervously, glancing down at me before looking back to the woman. "No problem, we were...just..." she mutters, looking off to the side of the building and the car park beyond.
"Oh, right" the older redhead mumbles, her eyes going wide. "Don't let me keep you..."
"Jordan" Monica states with a smirk, positively drinking in the sensation of using her new name.
I don't have much of a chance to respond in kind, the towering frame of my old body moving away towards the car park as I'm forced to race after her.
Monica soon comes to a stop at the edge of the parking lot, her new eyes slowly shifting over the rather crowded car park. I to follow suit, my gaze drifting over the various car though being able to see far less than Monica due to my reduced stature.
"So...Where is my..." I begin to ask, a low chuckle rumbling out from Monica's throat.
"Emily is in trooooooouble" she giggles, sounding like an immature school girl gossiping about another student. "What the hell was up with..." she begins to ask, pausing after she finally registers I had been asking her a question.
"Oh, right..." she mutters, smiling nervously as she turns to face down the path linking both the community center and the car park. Following her gaze I spy a bike rack further down the path, a slender framed sky blue bike with a reed basket between the handlebars soon catching my eye.
A let out an involuntary squeak, my lip quivering as I stare at the extremely girly bike. "Are you kidding..." I begin to whimper, taking a few steps towards the large leaning metal frame.
"What?" Monica chuckles nervously, following along behind me. "It's aesthetic... Everyone loved when I..."
"Is this..." I huff, reaching out and feeling the slender frame of the bike in my hand as I find it oddly familiar in my grasp. "Why I'm... you were so..."
Monica's nervous chuckling grows worse, her new teeth clenching as she inhales with a hiss. "I mean... Sweaty?... Yeeeeeeeeah" she groans, looking at my soggy feeling boot and down at her former plush behind.
As I absentmindedly fiddle with the numerical lock I whimper slightly, pinching at my tight clingy dress as I become more and more aware of the sweat sticking to my soft sensitive skin. The thought of biking wherever I lived now and growing even more tired and sweaty sending chills down my spine.
Suddenly, I hear a click as the lock pops off. Both Monica and I gawk at the chain in my petite hand, her laughter stopping as we both stand for a moment in quiet shock.
"I guess... you remember your bike lock code..." Monica mutters, her eyes darting about to the corners of her vision as if she too starts her search for the code. Shock slowly begins to set in, a mixture of amazement and terror covering her face as she finds the information in her brain lacking.
"I...I don't know... I just..." I whimper, placing the chain into the large basket between the handlebars.
"Look..." huffs Monica, glancing to the car park. "If we can fit it... I guess I can give you a ride home" she mutters, pointing towards the large and inflexible bike she had ridden here on. "Just... can you help me find my... did you drive here or..."
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