With my tiredness mounting and my need to know peaked I flick open one of the boxes, watching as the lid flies off and the label tumbles to the floor reading...
Natural
Before I can even think about what I've done I feel an all too familiar static buzz begin to creep in beneath my skull. While for most it would likely feel horrifying and strange to me it was simply a reminder of life since I had the faulty implant installed.
The app plays a short video as the camera zooms closer to the black gift in the screen before hurtling inside, an endless shifting dark tunnel filling the screen as white text slowly begins to fade in.
Please Find A Safe Location
1 Minute 59 Seconds Until Transference
My stomach sinks as I read the message, the numbers rapidly counting down. I shuffle awkwardly on the couch, the static buzzing and numbing jolts growing worse and worse as my brain is copied and wiped.
"Fuck..." I hiss, the reality of what I had just done only now sinking in as it passes the one minute mark. The world around me shifts a little, the world going fuzzy as the visual cortex is wiped clean before the NeuralArchive takes control.
"What the fuck did I just do..." I whimper, my mind feeling oddly disconnected from my body as the process begins to wrap it. It was hard to explain, the sensation being more like I was experiencing my body and all the feelings along with it through a thin yet still subtly present barrier.
I didn't have long to dwell on it though, the timer in my hand rapidly approaching single digits as I place it safely on a nearby coffee table. Staring up at the ceiling, heart pounding in my chest, I watch out of the corner of my eyes as the timer reaches 0.
Suddenly, the word goes black as I lose consciousness. There is no fading out, no slowly losing my faculties as my mind is transferred. It is as though I'm out to sleep, a digital anesthetic knocking me out as the lengthy task of transferring a heavily compressed mind slowly begins.
As I come to god knows how long later I'm immediately met with pain. Nothing sharp or worrying, but rather a dull and constant ache spreading through my muscles. My hands and feet sting, the feeling of poorly band-aided cuts and blisters pressing against the padded adhesive dredging me up from my sleep.
The room itself is relatively well lit, a stream of light bombarding my face and causing parts of it to burn at the agitation. Around me is a plush and soft blanket, while not covering me it seems to act more like the world's largest and most pliant pillow than anything else as it cradles my aching form.
"Fuuuuuck..." I groan, my voice hoarse and with a slight nasel whine to it. It's light and airy despite this, gentle as a spring breeze and just as fleeting.
Before I can even respond to the obvious shift in pitch of my voice I hear the sound of claws against hardwood, the scratching and heavy thumping growing closer at surprising speed. I don't have time to react before I feel something jump up onto the blankets with me, a heavy warm and furry figure nuzzling at my buried face and stamping at my back with it's paws.
My back is completely exposed having gone to sleep without a shirt apparently. I wince and hiss in pain, not solely as I feel the untrimmed nails against my back but rather as they come into contact with what feel like sunburns lining my shoulders.
I groan as I shift in the bed, my head feeling filled with gunk and cobwebs as my body yearns for just another hour or two more sleep. However, as I move I'm forced wide awake by the sensations of my body, the strange new feelings snapping my weary mind to attention.
My behind shakes and wobbles in the air as I shift my hips, my thighs following along well after I stop moving myself. My chest feels squashed, but not painfully so, beneath me as the thick and plush blanket thankfully carries most of my bodyweight away from the bulbous mounds laying beneath me.
Squinting my eyes, hoping to block some of the light, I look up. My vision is blocked by a matted mass of oddly brown hair, the strands catching the light shimmering a dark red as though they were catching fire. Paint and dirt cling to the thick wavy locks, whoever I had become having failed to wash it in some time.
I can see something resting on my face between my eyes, my new nose taking up more real estate than my former one and quickly becomes a blurred focus for my vision.
The blanket beneath me is ever so slightly blurry, the extremely plush duvet cover featuring all manner of hand-stitched flowers and plants in an eggshell white background. Animal hairs litter the sheets, however, despite the extreme amount of them my allergies don't seem to respond in the slightest.
The room itself is simple and apparently freshly redone, the heady scent of paint clinging to the air along with the sweat and plant matter clinging to me. The walls are freshly painted a soft and soothing off-white, the old light wooden floors displaying the odd droplet of misplaced paint.
I appear to be laying atop a massive king-sized bed, or at least massive compared to my new point of view. Despite the large size it doesn't really fill the room all that much, with plenty of space to walk around. A large reclaimed wooden wardrobe sits in the corner, the aging price of furniture in desperate need of varnishing to cover up decades of scuffs and scratches.
Clothing litters the floor, from stained plain t-shirts to rough and worn pairs of jeans and overalls it looks as though whoever had offered me their body was working on something physically intensive.
A small window sits high along the wall next to the wardrobe, the very old and somewhat opaque glasses appearing as though it had remained untouched for decades or even centuries. The light pattering of rain taps at the glass, a sun shower outside provides ambiance beyond the whining dog at my back.
I slowly try to lift myself from the bed, my arms and legs shaking as they sink into the plush blanket and soft mattress beneath me. I feel so weak, so tired, though beneath it all I can feel a certain firm and fit level of muscle that must have been slowly building as this body was worn out.
My legs and thick thighs quiver as I try to lift myself into them, the soft and squishy flesh yielding as I flip backwards into a kneeling position onto it. The weight on my chest grows more and more intense as I sit up, the heavy mass weighing me down soon sagging down into two heavy teardrops of fat before parting and hanging somewhat to the sides of me. I can feel my upper arms brush against them as I brace against my knees, the soft doughy flesh coating my arms sending subtle shivers through my body as they sink into my overflowing chest.
Before I can look down I catch someone moving in the corner of my vision, my head whipping around to see the stranger as my wild hair sprays and spreads out around me.
I find myself facing a mirror, another large and ornate piece of reclaimed furniture, a young woman in her early twenties looking back at me in shock.
Her hair is a mess, the thick wavy brown and almost auburn locks covered in a thick layer of sweat, paint, and dirt. It hangs a little below her delicate chin, though despite the relatively short length it is certainly extremely voluminous. Her light gray eyes stare into my own, the pools of dull icy water looking just shy of being blue unlike my older brighter set.
Her skin is all over the place in terms of complexion, the time she had spent on whatever her project was having left her skin patchy and incoherent. While much of her bare torso is a ghostly pale color her arms, face and shoulders are vary between shades of light tanning and downright red burns. Her narrow shoulders and protruding facial features appear to have gotten the worst of it, with the freckled flesh practically glowing red and peeling in some places.
Her face is soft and delicate, with rounded cheeks that appear to have a happy and healthy amount of pinchable plush to them. Her nose is large and hooked, the dominant feature on her face having a slight bend in it along with what looks like a fresh bruise forming along the bridge.
Her body is not as delicate as her face, her average build bordering of doughy as it carries a lot of plush around its arms and midsection. Her chest is rather large while not quite as big as her head, though they are not far off, the heavy and sagging mounds of flesh were certainly more than a handful for her calloused and bandaged hands. Swooping upwards slightly a pair of pretty pink nubs rest at the ends with areolas so pale they are practically invisible against her naturally pale complexion.
Her hips just out rather far, though to what extent is hard to tell as her ass and thighs squish and pool out beneath her and distort the loose moss green paint-covered sweatpants she was only partially wearing as they hung around her knees. The thick and heavy flab makes it all but impossible to clearly make out the bones beneath, the silvery slivers of stretch marks lining both her generous and somewhat wrinkled behind along with her juicy thighs. Subtle pale lines are etched into her thighs, small scars littering the skin in neat rows evidencing a past of self-harm.
I'm lost for a moment, my heart skipping a beat as I drink in the youthful and shocking form staring back at me in the mirror. Before I can move, shift around to reveal more of myself, I feel a wet nose nudge against my neck as the fuzzy warm mass tries to push me from the bed.
I watch as a large German Shepard playfully tries to get me to move, the seemingly massive whining dog eager to guide me to parts unknown inside the house.
Before I can react J hear another set of bounding eager steps race towards me, my eyes turning to see a Border-Collie sliding by before stumble back into the doorway. It shifts in place eagerly, looking up at me with expectant eyes.
"What are..." I cough, clearing my throat of the gunk from a long and well-needed sleep. "Breakfast?" I mutter, both dogs immediately reacting and racing out the door to run deeper into the house.
Still thrown and struggling to comprehend just what had happened to me I begin to wriggle from the bed, focusing for now on something I could most definitely do before moving onto exploring and finding out what the fuck was going on.
"I'll...I guess I'll feed them first?" I mutter, shivering once again as I'm met with the gentle voice and slight nasal tones leaving my plush lips.
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