As I drive down the long empty highway I can't help but shift awkwardly in the plush leather seat, my pained tattooed backside acting as a constant reminder of the mess I had been put in. My eyes constantly glance down to my wrist, a scowl growing on my face each time I see the little green butterfly that rests mockingly on my skin.
"Fuck...Fuck I can't...Fuck!" I shout, hitting the steering wheel with my petite hands in rage.
This was fucked, that bitch had just stolen my life and given me hers for...well who knows how long. She might be done in a matter of days, or I might end up living the rest of my days as some doughy little office administrator and loving wife.
I grit my teeth as I hear the first of many cracks and pops, the breath being forced from my lungs in a pained gasp as I feel the nanites in my skintight suit begin to break and reform my bones over and over again in an effort to make me the 5'6" Almost-Milf Victoria had been.
As the numbness and overpowering heat of the suit begin to settle in I find my focus beginning to wane, my vision going blurred as I stare blankly at the road. Glancing in the mirror with a dim and confused expression I'm met with the sight of an extremely gaunt-looking woman in her mid-twenties. I watch in horror as I see my once soft and cute cheekbones slowly crack and creak into a high position and my jaw grows more angular, showing proudly on my emaciated face.
Glancing down I see a similar problem. My body, having grown a few inches, seemed rake thin and positively starved. Finally it all hits me, the gears in my fuzzy mind finally managing to get moving.
"Mass" I wheeze, running my hands down my visible ribs as they show through the tight. "There's not enough for the...the nano..." I continue muttering, my eyes flicking over to the large pile of snacks laying in the passenger seat.
A loud growl rumbles out from my stomach, a sharp pain filling my gut as I look at the stash of calories and protein sitting so close by. Cookies, chips, jerky, and numerous bottles of soft drink making my mouth water as they beg me to eat them.
For hours on end I find myself lost in a fugue state, the world passing me by as I shovel the food hand over fist into my awaiting maw like some starving predator ripping into its prey. As I pour bottles full of soft drink down my gullet, quickly following it with a few bags of salty oily chips, I notice my stomach bulging before receding at any time I even so much as briefly pause as the nanobots work to break it all down for usable material.
With each empty jerky bag, each sugary drink, the popping and cracking from inside surges ahead. A large weight begins to form on my chest, slowly sagging in the suit and causing me to roll my shoulder forwards. The seat beneath me begins to feel more and more padded, the sight line raising up further and further. Even the sound I am making as I eat begins to shift, my melodic sweet chirpy voice being forced out by slightly deeper and more mature sounding tones.
As the hours pass I begin to feel exhausted, my body aching through the suit-induced numbness and the heat slowly driving me crazy. I haphazardly slap at the central panel of the car, eventually receiving a powerful blast of cold air in return. With the air rushing over my sweaty body I begin to become more aware of my new self, my jiggly thighs and arms quickly coming to my attention as I begin to shiver a little.
Slowly recovering from my absentminded state I find myself far closer to home than I had expected. Traffic starts to slow me down as I begin to navigate the outer suburbs of my old home.
"Must be the afternoon" I groan, bringing my hand to my lips as I hear my voice. It was so close to Victoria's, with just a slight hint of an added youthfulness. It almost sounded like what I would have expected she sounded like in her late twenties before life had truly worn her down.
"No...Shit" I mutter, my mind slowly returning to me as I realize that the suit had done much of its required work. Glancing around me I see myself covered in empty bottles and bags of various snacks, providing me with a barrier between my gaze and the curvy doughy woman that lay beneath.
As I begin to navigate the main road back into the city, waiting for GPS to give me further instructions, I begin to feel a light buzz at the base of my skull. For a moment I'm confused, however, my jaw quickly drops as I realize what was happening.
"No no no, I need to get this thing off!" I shout, taking a hand off the steering wheel to reach for the neckline. I can feel the nanobots slowly make their way through my head, an aching fuzzing feeling rattling inside my skull as they try to make me match the brain in their programming.
As I go to take my other hand off the steering wheel I hear the sound of a police siren whooping next to me. Looking out the window with a terrified expression I see the officer across from me in the other lane, a man in his forties, as he looks to my steering wheel and taps both his hands against his.
With my heart racing I bring my hands to both rest on the wheel, gritting my teeth as I feel my mind slowly getting pulled apart. I'm forced to sit there as the nanobots do their unintended work for far too long, eventually watching as the cop turns down into a side road. With frenzied haste I reach up, tugging at the neck with both hands as the suit quickly grows loose and the buzzing headache disappears.
Panting heavily I slump back in my seat, trying in vain to check my own mind for changes.
"Idiot" I snap at myself, chewing in frustration at my thinner lips. "How would I know what changed? I'd just think it was fine...Right?"
Before I can think about the situation much longer the GPS chimes in with another set of directions, causing me to turn off the main road. Looking around I notice people getting home from school and work, each of them rushing into the large family homes that make up the neighborhood.
As I come up to a corner I find myself signaling before the GPS even has a chance to tell me to turn, a grimace forming on my face.
"Great, so I guess I know the way home now" I hiss, my lip twitching in anger. "I...I mean Victoria's home" I quickly follow up, my heart sinking a little as I realize how quickly I called it home. With that I shut off the GPS, letting myself drive the large minivan in silence.
Eventually, exhausted and drenched in sweat, I arrive out front of a large two-story house. Something chimes in my head as I look at the white picket fence and the light blue building sitting beyond it. "Well it's more like four stories, the basement and attic have been repurposed for..." I think to myself, only stopping as I squeeze my thigh painfully.
"Fuck...Fuck I've...I've got to get a handle on this" I mutter, pulling into the empty driveway as the garage automatically opens. Edging slowly inside I carefully get the large vehicle in place, shutting off the engine as the garage door begins to close behind me.
Letting out a deep sigh I throw my head back, collecting myself before I do anything more.
"A week" I mutter, my voice rattling in my throat. "She'll get bored in a week, or miss her family, or...or something like that" I continue, feeling tears begin to well up in my eyes.
Slowly but surely I begin to pull myself free from the large suit, turning my nose up in disgust at the sight and smell of the sweat and cum staining the start black material. As more and more of my body get revealed to me my heart sinks, the soft and supple complexion I had once had now looking far more well worn.
As I get my chest free from the suit my jaw drops, my hands immediately grabbing the large teardrops of fat hanging from me. I swallow hard as I squeeze the heavy flesh between my fingers, my hands failing to contain them as my new eraser-like nipples begin to pleasurably dig into my soft palms.
"She was...well..." I mutter, remembering the ill-fitted button-up tops Victoria had worn on occasion and how the buttons had strained around her chest.
Tugging at the suit I bring it further down, wincing in pain as I feel it press into my new massive behind and the tender tattoo that rested there. I crane my neck, trying to get a better look, but without a mirror or at least getting up my option were limited. All I know is that it feels huge, like I was sitting atop a massive sweaty cushion that had gone somewhat numb after the long drive. My thighs press together as I peel the suit off of them, a slight rash forming as I inadvertently grind them together.
Soon I'm left naked and shiver in the cold car interior, the darkness of the garage leaving me almost blind aside from the small amount of light coming from the dashboard. Reaching over to the passenger seat I fish around for the clothes I had been left.
I quickly manage to get the button up top on, though it does dig into my upper arms and hug my chest a little too tightly. The jeans are another story, a thought crossing my mind that I wouldn't be able to comfortably get into them while I sit in the car.
With a huff I open the driver's side door, the internal light popping on inside the cabin of the vehicle and illuminating my half-naked form. Still looking down I see myself for the first time, my pale skin tone unchanged and the thin strip of pubic hair being one of the last remnants of my former self.
My belly is rather doughy, bulging slightly and covered in stretch marks from a mixture of weight gain and Victoria's pregnancy. My hips fair a little more than my previous cuddly self, though not to an insane degree. Through the thin material of the floral shirt I can make out my areolas, what had once been small pink discs now appearing massive and stretched over the jiggling flesh on my chest.
Glancing up to the rear view mirror my lip begins to quiver, a near-identical image of Victoria Meadows staring back at me with tears in her eyes. My lips have shrunk since my previous body, though still being plumper than my former male self. The angular chin and sharp cheekbones I had seen while I was starving have rounded out, creating a far softer and more approachable expression on my aging face. Wrinkles have begun to encroach around my eyes and my forehead, large laugh lines bracketing my mouth as I tense up my jaw. The only things that aren't hers are my bright blue eyes, in contrast to her paler blue ones, and my short brown hair.
I look just like her, barring a few small differences which could easily be explained away as someone having a faulty memory or a photo having bad lighting.
Fighting back the tears I pull myself from the car, my eyes going wide as I feel not only the jiggle of my chest but also the massive shaking of my backside. Years of snacking and sitting behind her desk had caught up of Victoria, and now she had passed it off onto me. My ass was positively massive, a thick jiggling mass of stretch marks and cellulite that wobbled well after I had stopped moving.
Reaching back I take a handful of the jiggling flesh, my stomach sinking as I start to get an idea as to how large it really was.
"That...that bitch stuck me like...like" I hiss under my breath, stopping as I spin around to grab the jeans from the back of the car.
The jeans themselves look rather big, easily gliding up my calves. However, as they reach my thick thighs and even thicker behind I begin to struggle. Slumping against the side of the minivan I begin to jump up and down, wincing in pain as I feel my new assets bounce and shake without the benefit of an energetic and youthful form beneath them.
After a long struggle I manage to pull the jeans on, the denim appearing to be painted on my thighs and giving the flabby rear I was now stuck with the appearance of perkiness and definition.
I try to center myself a little before grabbing the keys from the car, trying to focus on keeping up the act until I was sure I was truly alone in the house. I quickly hustle over to the light switch on the wall of the garage, popping it on as I cringe at the feeling of my waddling form beneath me. Slamming the car door shut, using it as an outlet for my anger, I begin my sad sashaying walk over to the door on the far wall as I head into my home proper.
Creeping carefully into the well-lit main hall of the house I immediately notice the clean aesthetic the place appears to have. Light-colored wooden floorboards and stark white walls give the place a sense of brightness, the narrow hallway feeling far larger than it actually was.
As I step into the hallway, closing the door behind me I see a note on the back of the door.
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