"Perfect..." drones a tired disinterested voice, a set of hands clutching at my collar.
In the faint light of the side street, the street lamps from the main road doing their best to try and illuminate the shadowy alley, I find myself freezing up as I look at one of the girls I had lingered on during my walk home.
My mind struggles to snap from the mixture of shock and the heady haze of liquor as she tugs herself closer to me, my eyes darting over her in the dim light as I finally find myself recognizing her from inside the gym.
Rain and sweat soak her teal top, the tight spandex struggling to restrain the immense bust beneath. Her rack rises and falls rhythmically with her heavy breathing, the race to catch up to me leaving her panting after her vigorous workout. Strands of shimmering platinum blonde hair cling to her vacant face, her plush lips twitching slightly as they struggle to even weakly smile up at me.
I stare into her unfocused hazel eyes, her long lashes fluttering on occasion due to the drizzling rain. The heady scent of built-up sweat blends with the chemical yet floral smell of women's deodorant, the latter seeming to have been poorly or lazily applied before her workout.
"Um... what..." I begin to mutter, struggling to keep up with what was happening. The air is forced from my lungs as I feel myself get slammed back into the brick wall behind me, the athletic young blonde stepping closer as she inhales deeply.
"Smell... right..." she coos, her soft and breathy voice surprisingly lacking any emotion behind it.
I open my mouth to respond as I try to squirm free, only to have my words cut off as the blonde lunges up to meet her lips with my own. For a moment I recoil at the sudden kiss, however, it soon becomes apparent she was doing something far less amorous.
Tilting her head to the side she locks our mouths together, her plump cock-sucking lips forming a tight seal with my own. The second the seal is formed I feel a gut-wrenching sensation form inside me, a pulling and a tugging deep within my very being. It's like a vacuum is stuck to my face, the pressure inside ramping up more and more by the second.
Tears quickly fill my eyes, the painfully pulling inside me making me terrified that my organ might shift or rupture. Placing my hands on the blonde's shoulders I try to push her off, shoving against her with all my might. Desperate to not be separated she pulls me with her, sending us both to the ground as I find myself laying atop of scantily clad young woman.
With both hands on the ground I try to heave myself up, my vision blurring and tunneling as the pressure reaches a fever pitch. The blonde, letting out a slight squeaking noise, quickly wraps both her arms and legs around me in a last-ditch effort to keep us together. With one final surge I try to pry my lips from her's the taste of fruit-flavored gloss clinging to my mouth as our spit intertwines.
As I rip my head back, my neck and back straining to free me from the impossibly powerful suction, I feel something crackle inside my chest like shattering glass. With one last push I feel the straining sensation inside finally snap, the world going dark in the instant as I feel like my heart is pulled up and out of my throat.
The darkness only lasts a mere moment, the world snapping back into view after only a flash of the all-encompassing darkness consumes my senses. The first thing I feel is a burning in my limbs, acids from anaerobic respiration stinging each and every muscle from my shoulders to my calves. My back is wet, a mixture of sweat and filthy water from the cobblestone path soaking into my rapidly moistening clothing and my strangely exposed bare skin.
Small pebbles and the occasional fragment of glass poke at me from behind, digging into my soft and sensitive skin while my firm powerful muscles beneath push back firmly. A hefty weight rests on my chest, a damp and off-putting sweaty heat hanging confined inside some cloyingly tight fabric as the musty sensation causes my skin to stick together.
My limbs splay out on the pavement beneath me, the muscles twitching in the icy cold rain. Strands of light hair hang in front of my face, the sweat gluing them to my skin while the gentle rain tries its best to push them all aside.
With a loud gasp I inhale deeply, my chest burning from the lack of air moments ago. My heart stings and aches, a warmth building deep inside me as rivulets of heat begin to permeate my body. This warmth soon turns into a cold sweat as I find myself staring up at an all-too-familiar face, a sharp squeal of terror escaping my plush lips as I lock eyes with my own doppelganger.
My formerly bright blue eyes seem to grow duller by the second, the light behind them being snuffed out from the inside. The terror my face had once worn shifts into a more neutral expression, the emotion draining away more and more as the changes sink in.
With a scream I shove my body back, sending the towering and looming figure staggering back and onto its ass. I feel my chest jiggle and shake with the shove, the mound fatty mounds bound tightly inside my top crashing against my slender yet firm and athletic forearms.
My eyes go wide as they dart between the bulbous mounds on my chest, the thick fatty lumps jiggling and jostling well after the impact, and my slender lightly tanned hands. Perfectly manicured nails sit at the end of my lithe digits, a shiny veneer of white covering the nails and shimmering in the dim light of the street lamp.
In the corner of my vision I watch as my body awkwardly scrambles to its feet, moving like a baby giraffe struggling to take its first steps. Limbs flail and thrash about, the lanky figure soon finding its footing and standing up perfectly straight in an almost robotic manner.
I go to scream, to holler at the top of my lungs. However, as I open my mouth to speak I feel a hand clamp over my lips tightly as all I manage to utter is a series of muffled squeals. The terror only grows as I realize it is my hand trying to silence me, or at least the limb I had just found myself with. My whole arm tingles and buzzes slightly, refusing to budge no matter how hard I tried to move it.
My former body stares down at me as I squirm, using my free hand to try and pull the rogue limb from my lips. A faint look of confusion followed by sadness flashes across it's face as it takes a tentative step toward me.
As if spurned on by the sight of my looming figure approaching I feel my whole body begin to buzz with some faint energy, my heart skipping a beat and racing as I lock eyes with the dull and empty zombie-like expression on my former face.
My world twists and turns as I find my body moving on its own, the aching tired muscles springing to life as I feel myself kick up from the sodden floor. My thighs press into each other, a small gap forming just ever so slightly between them and my crotch, and my as shakes heavily as I stumble towards the entrance to the alleyway.
The movements of my body feel off, my hips popping and swaying while all manner of new weights pulls and tug at my skin. Even the stride is wrong, stumbling and staggering much like my former body, struggling to adapt its movements as though they were equally new.
My former body follows slowly behind, shambling along slowly before quickly vanishing from sight as I slip around the corner against my will.
The rain chills my exposed tan skin, the sensitive flesh tingling under the icy cold bombardment as the drying sweat is washed away. I shake and shift my head around, using what little control I had over the last piece of this body to try and free myself, feeling a heavy weight resting behind me as more strands of bright dyed hair come free from the bundle at the back of my skull. I barely manage to look back as I find myself moving to round another corner, my eyes going wide as I see my old leg begin to step out from the alley before vanishing from sight once again.
As I'm forced to run down the street, my legs screaming in pain at being forced to run after their heavy workout, the hand remains clamped over my mouth. I try to speak, to scream, to shout, only to have my utterances muffled and deadened by rebellious limb.
The stride, once awkward and mechanical, soon begins to grow in liveliness. My hips sway dramatically, shaking giddily as I feel my ass cheeks wobble inside the tight confines of my teal yoga pants. Before long I'm spinning and skipping down the street, bounding excitedly and energetically despite the wracking aching of my exhausted form.
Zigging and zagging down the streets it soon becomes apparent whatever was controlling this body wanted to become lost, to evade my former form from following us. As we slow down by a nearby park the hand pulls free from my plump drool-soaked lips, allowing me to gasp and splutter for the air my body so desperately craved.
The tingling of my body soon ceases, my knees shaking as I'm given back control of my extremely worn-out form. I'm forced to hunch over, bracing myself on my knees as my ass pushes the yoga pants to their limit and my chest threatens to topple me over. I'm thankfully able to collapse against a small metal fence, the thick bulbous ass checks I had found myself with acting as pained cushions against the metal.
I go to shout once more, struggling between deep breaths from the physical exertion. However, I find my hands flying up toward my face. Squealing in fear of what was going to happen they thankfully stop before touching me again.
I watch in a mixture of fear, confusion, and awe as they begin to try and mime out some actions. First, the left hand holds up one finger a few inches from my lips as though to shush me before the two quickly clasp together pleadingly.
"What... the..." I wheeze, my voice crackly and dry but still retaining a breathy and light airy quality to it all. It's far different from the tone I had heard in the alleyway, the robotic and emotionless voice now filled with life.
As I talk I feel the whole body tingle return like a shiver, my aching form lurching up into a little excited jump and fist pump before clapping giddily as it kicks its legs into a little dance. Before long the control is returned to me, the sudden change causing me to slump once more against the fence painfully.
I begin to shiver in the cold night air and the rain, the tight and revealing clothes leaving me with little to combat the cold. My mouth hangs open, whimpering half words slipping out from my lips as I try to comprehend just what was happening.
I watch as the hands flutter about once more, patting over my body as if to take stock before...
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