Swallowing hard, waiting for the sound of the footsteps to move far enough away, I turn on the machine as the sound of its whirring fills the room once more. Tapping at the console with my new miniaturized digits I quickly start it up, the pod in front of me soon growing warm as it spins up.
With my heart racing in my chest, I take a step forward and awkwardly stick a body part into the machine.
A cruel smirk spreads across my lips as I sit down on the floor, my stolen heat exhausted body practically screaming out in relief as I feel the hardwood press against my pert rear. Spreading my legs, the loose jeans making the movement easy, I slowly begin to inch towards the machine.
The whirring reaches its height as I shuffle closer, slowly but surely bending my legs to the side as I listen to my joints pop and crackle under the strain. I was certainly more flexible than more, but not to some insane contortionist degree. I struggle to wriggle my way the last few inches, my eyes watering a little as I feel my muscles ache with each and every deepening of the stretch.
Finally, with my legs bents slightly beyond the pale of a set of splits, I push the mound hidden beneath my jeans into the open gap in the loud machine, the sound only growing louder as the mind trapped inside finds a bundle of nerves to latch onto.
A sharp and pained gasp escapes my lips as my groin is flooded with a throbbing ache, the surging heat spreading in my stolen pelvis quickly growing worse and worse as thousands of new nerves are rapidly formed to contain the mind of my body's previous owner. I feel something begin to twitch and pulse inside the jeans, my new sex seeming to have a mind of its own but lacking any substantive way of expressing itself.
I pant heavily, falling back against the hard floor as my sweaty brown hair spreads around me. The sound of the machine winding down fills my ears, the mind trapped within now safely inside a body as far as the aging device was concerned. Something burns behind my ears, a rogue nerve spiraling up to hijack the sense.
My whole pelvis aches after the energetic assault, the heat radiating out to fill not only my new mound but spreads out around my hips as the extensive pseudo-brain-matter tries to find purchase inside me. As tears and sweat roll down my soft cheeks I feel the twitching intensify, the poor girl's trashing coming across as only the smallest quivering inside my jeans.
I groan as I heave myself back up, the sound of my soft and delicate voice seeming to make the convulsions in my pants cease for a moment. Sitting in place, slumping over as I try to gather up the willpower to climb back to my feet, I begin to whisper.
"Hello Ms. Fletcher" I coos softly, my exhausted voice dripping with delight at the situation. I soft moan slips from my thin lips as I feel my new pussy quiver intensely, the trapped mind inside accidentally working to stimulate the sensitive organ.
The sensations feel obscenely intense, the nerves in the area having been expanded upon and seemingly amplifying any pleasure the otherwise mild actions caused.
As I clamber to my feet I feel a moist heat begin to build inside my jeans, beyond the dank sweat that clung to my body. As the heat builds I slip a hand down to rub at my new mound, the moment my slender fingers brush against it through the jeans causing my legs to quake.
I'm forced to snap my hands to my sides, my face burning hot as I feel my arousal build and build.
"So..." I huff, my voice hoarse and strained as I fight back the sensations wracking my body. "You can... hear me down there?" I ask quietly, shuffling towards the door. As I begin to move I feel the quivering and twitching below suddenly cease, the terror settling into the young woman's mind.
As I slip out into the hallway, creeping as quickly as I can towards the exit with phone and nurse's note in hand, I can't help but taunt my new body-mate.
"Recognise the voice sweetie?" I ask, keeping my new voice to a whisper as I slip past classroom after classroom. "I'm the new Claire Fletcher" I coo, feeling a series of weak muscles around my pelvis twitch in response.
"That's right" I chirp, ducking my head down as I pass by a classroom window. "But, you know, it didn't feel right to leave you out Claire" I giggle, freezing up as I reach out for the exit's door handle while the changes in my laugh wash over me. It was light and airy, cute and sweet, as opposed to the loud chuckle I was used to.
As I push the door open the sun immediately begins to sting at my skin, my already drenched body soon poring with sweat once again beneath the heavy t-shirt and baggy jeans. My hair clings to my skin, one hand soon raising to my eyes to try and shade my vision. Looking down I pull out my phone, eagerly opening it with my face as I try to search for a map home.
"Have you worked it out yet?" I giggle once again, the second bout of laughter feeling more normal the second time around. "I figured... Well, it'd be bad to leave you out of the big moments of your... my life, and as my pussy you'll get front row seats for..."
Before I can finish my sentence, before I can even make it out the front gates or open up the maps app I'm forced to slam my knees together in the hopes of dulling the sensations coursing up from between them. My pussy twitches and pulses urgently, the fear or anger of Claire becoming palpable as she serves to agitate the new organ she had become. Each quiver, every twitch simply acts to cause the heat in my jeans to grow as a worry pulses through my mind about how I would live like this from now on.
"Fuck...Fucking cut it out..." I wheeze, my body shaking as my mind numbs thanks to the pleasure. "You're going to make... make us..." I manage to whimper out through gritted teeth, Claire quickly stopping as she too feels the building warmth and pleasure permeating our shared body.
With a deep breath, sweat dripping from my face as I brace myself against my knees, I try to refocus on the phone. Shuffling slowly towards the gate of the school I look up, weakly smirking as I spy the city in the distance. The towering structures, even the building I had lived in only yesterday, sit on the horizon miles away.
It was all part of the plan. Still close enough to visit, to trade back if need be, and to use my knowledge of the city to my advantage, but far enough away to live a new separate life for as long as I wanted. Grinning ear to ear I quicken my pace, my hips swaying slightly in a delighted manner as I drag my drenched form out onto the footpath.
Glancing at my phone I finally find the maps app, my eyes quickly locking to the 'Home' option sitting beneath the search bar. With the heat bearing down on me, my dehydration and exhaustion soon beginning to return, I begin my walk home towards...
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