...my new Lavish Apartment.
Wendy lets out a surprised gasp as we cross the threshold, her grip on me slipping and causing me to stagger as I try to stand unsupported. I start to tilt my head up, shaking it from side to side lightly as I struggle to see past the curtain of dark hair.
I squeak, mirroring Wendy's surprise at what I was seeing. From my new perspective the place looks massive, with the walls and ceiling stretching high above my head. Solid wooden beams connect across the high ceiling, adding a gorgeous accent and a generous amount of height to the space. The walls are a crisp clean white, with beautifully polished hardwood floors guiding one's eye through the expansive space.
The entryway immediately expands out from the narrow hallway which lead to the apartment, building out into a modern open plan living space reaching from the doorway all the way to the floor to ceiling windows that create the far wall.
The large living space seemed to be designed in two, albeit it unequal, halves.
The closer half feels more like a lounge room. A large plush white carpet, matching the color of the walls, rests dead center of the hardwood floor. Against the right hand side wall sits a large black leather couch with two small side tables sitting beneath each arm rest, the size of it feeling more appropriate for my old 6'3" body rather than this 4'10" frame. Opposite the couch, bolted to the left hand wall, is a massive flat screen TV. There is little to no cabling visible from the TV, presumably it was all hidden within the wall, however there is a moderately sized cabinet beneath it and large surround sound speakers flanking it either side. The cabinet, made of a black metal frame connected by glass paneling, appears at a distance to contain video game consoles based on the fuzzy shapes and lights dancing in my vision.
Further in, making up the other half of the open plan space, is the kitchen.
Wendy, looking down at me as I sway in place and stare at the room, quickly offers her support once again and begins to walk us deeper into the space.
As I take my first few tentative steps into my new home I feel something latch onto my petite foot. I hang my head as I look down, finding a pair of lacy black panties snagged on my toes. I wince a little as I try to shake it off, finding my weak motions insufficient to really do much about my situation.
Bringing my eyes back up I see the living room with more clarity. The place is a mess, clothes littering almost every surface as they had apparently been discarded with no regard along with empty bottles, cans, and kitchenware that Scarlett had apparently never cleaned. Multiple sets of underwear and several full outfits cover the leather couch. I let out a squeal as more of the blurry items come into view, a few dildos of varying color and what looks like a wolf tail butt plug lay scattered around with the clothes.
"Looks like you...were having trouble deciding on an outfit" Wendy mutters, her eyes fixated on the sex toys more so than the clothes.
As I whimper softly at the sight of the living room Wendy pulls me along, hoping to escape the din of the atrocious living room. However, as we get closer the the kitchen we both see it's not much better.
The kitchen itself is sleek and beautiful, making full use of the windows making up the far wall to fill the space with natural light. I begin to groan again, struggling to raise my arm to shield my eyes from the light of the midday sun. Wendy, upon noticing my pain react, leans me against the fridge as she rushes over to find a way to close the blinds.
The fridge, much like all the appliances in the kitchen, is a gorgeous stainless steel design. Everything was far more modern then anything I had owned in my old cozy little apartment. The fridge is fitted perfectly into a gap between a set of pale wooden cabinets on the left hand wall, a low hum emanating from the colossal machine telling the world that it was in working order.
As I lean against the fridge I feel a new sensation rapidly building within me, a craving and desire that clawed at the back of my dimmed mind. I absentmindedly open the fridge, staring inside as my eyes dart over its contents. The fridge is filled with a large amount of takeout containers, most of which were molding, and quite a lot of alcohol. However, I feel the craving build as my eyes land on a large carton of milk in the door. My hands quickly reach out for the large container, the pain only causing me to hesitate for a moment before I find the craving to hard to resist. In once swift yet clumsy motion I open the carton, bringing it to my lips and emptying the contents into my mouth. I relish the cold air of the fridge washing over my aching body as the ice cold milk pours into my hungry mouth, the liquid quickly filling my mouth faster than I can swallow it as begins to dribble out the sides of my mouth.
In my desperate haze I barely notice Wendy gasp, her pumps clicking against the floor as she rushes back over to me. As I guzzle more milk then I have ever drunk in my life I feel Wendy's hands press against my arms, trying to pull them away from my face. For the first time since the transformation I resist, needing the liquid and fats in my dehydrated and hungry state. With a little more effort Wendy manages to slowly force my arms down far enough that the torrent of milk abates, leaving me gasping for air as the last of the milk dribbles onto my white shirt and thoroughly soak it.
"I know you're going to be hungry until your mass normalizes but..." Wendy begins to chastise, pausing as she pulls the carton from my hands and shaking the almost empty container. "But you'll make yourself sick if you don't slow down" she continues, looking at my small frame and to the large carton I had drained.
Wendy places what was left of the milk back in the fridge before turning me back to face the kitchen. My face grows more pale as I begin to move again, the sloshing of the milk in my stomach filling me to a painful and sickening degree. I swallow hard as Wendy walks me further into the apartment, fighting back the urge to vomit as she smirks down at me
"Told you" she snipes, leading me towards the now curtained windows.
The remainder of the kitchen is in a similar style as the nook for the fridge and the same color scheme as the rest of the room. An island sits in the center of the space, acting as a divider between the living room and this one. The island is made of a similar pale wood as the kitchen cabinets, a large white marble countertop giving it an air of prestige. In the center of the island are two large stainless steel sink basins which are currently overflowing with plates, bowl, and all manner of cutlery.
"That explains the takeout containers" Wendy muses under her breath, shaking her head in disappoint at Scarlett.
Behind the counter there is space for a dinning table. However, the space is absolutely empty and devoid of any sort of dining area.
On the right wall is another smaller set of cabinet, two stove tops, and two ovens all in a similar wood and steel style to match the motif of the kitchen as a whole.
Stumbling towards the windows, groaning as I feel my body ache and stomach turn, I notice the kitchen leads off in two directions. The wall of windows continues out to the left and right, filling the two opposite hallways with natural light.
Wendy winces herself, seeing something to the right before giving me a tug and pulling me towards the left hallway.
I'm forced to hold a hand over my eyes as we walk down the hallways, the blinds from the kitchen having only provided so much protection from the sunlight outside. However, the trip is mercifully short as we reach two doors at the end of the small hallway.
Wendy opens the door directly in front of us , sighing with relief as she see's what's inside. I squint through the steady stream of light coming from the window, roughly making out what looks like a laundry room devoid of any laundry. A lovely washer and drier sit in the small cramped space, looking relatively untouched to my fuzzy vision.
Turning away from the window Wendy opens the door to our left, turning on the light switch on the wall so we could see in the dark room.
"There!" Wendy yells in excitement, walking me into the room. As we wander inside I glance around, finding the floor even more dirty than the living room. The place smelt of sweat and musty dirty clothes, the white carpeted floor almost completely obscured by all manner of clothing which had been unceremoniously discarded. Jeans, skirts, tops, fishnets, sheer bodysuits, anything this girl had worn in the past were apparently dropped here or in the living room. The walls are in worse shape than the ones in the wall and entry way, darkened splotches come into focus as I pass them revealing themselves to be hand prints.
Suddenly I feel Wendy stop, groaning as she spins me around and helps me fall backwards. I gasp as I feel myself topple backwards, a plush surface cradling my back as my heavy chest squeezes the air from my lungs upon impact.
Wendy leaves me in my relined state for a moment, rushing over to the other side of the room before returning and reaching for my face. Suddenly the world comes into focus, a thick black frame sliding up my nose as Wendy gets a set of places in place.
"There...better?" She asks, causing me to weakly nod in response.
Now able to see the room clearly it was obviously Scarlett's bedroom, the surface I was laying on her large and extremely soft king sized bed which sat at the center of the far wall opposite the door in. Two bedside tables flank the bed, a phone sitting in its charger on one side with both tables covered in half finished glasses of water and empty bottles of various liquors and pre-mixed drinks.
A large built-in wardrobe made of the same pale brown wood in the kitchen covers the wall on the left from the doorway, many of the drawers and door hanging open and appears relatively empty.
To the right of where you enter the room appears a small streaming set up. A high end PC with two screens sits at a desk along with a camera, microphone, and a few small lighting bars. Some pieces of paper lay strewn about the desk, haphazard scribbling being all that I can make out from my reclined position even with my newly clear vision.
I try to sit back up in my aching body, groaning at the pain and the hefty weight I was forced to fight against. My stomach groans and grumbles as I try to move, the sickening sensation returning as I weakly attempt what amounts to a sit up.
"Just...uh...just stay there" Wendy says, her voice growing concerned.
She moves over to the bed, swinging my legs up onto the soft mattress and grabbing a pillow for my head.
"I...uh...you just rest, you'll be feeling it in the morning...evening...when you wake up" she says with a soft but nervous chuckle.
"But...the other..." I groan, finding my voice returning as my dry throat eases.
"You can...uh...you can look at that one yourself" Wendy mutters uncomfortably, already backing out of the room.
"I'll leave a...well it's an induction...a letter for you on the kitchen counter. Read it when you wake up" she explains, turning off the light as she continues to back out of the room.
I coo softly as I feel myself ease up, my exhausted body accepting the darkness readily as I go limp and the glasses fall from my face. Wendy takes one last look at the short stack girl passing out of the humorously large bed, milk still coating my chin and chest along with cum stains forming on the thighs of my pants as I quickly drift off to sleep.
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