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 pulling a phone from my top and typing.
'Spare key under mat, go home'
I feel a shiver run down my spine, the feeling of the petite hand plunging unto the cavernous cleavage inside the tight teal top only acting as a part of the strange sensations wracking my rebellious body. The feeling of the hot and sweat-soaked phone clinging to the soft and supple fatty flesh bound inside the top, the device causing my skin to catch and cling thanks to the warm moisture, causing my mind to reel.
Covering the phone screen with one hand, fighting to keep the rain away from the already sweat coated device, my body rapidly begins to type out yet another message in a clumsy frenzy with the other hand.
'Please, I help'
'Promise'
For a moment I try to pull away, only being able to move my feminine form from the neck up. I can feel my legs quiver and shake, my hands twitching as whatever was controlling this body fights me to remain in control. My fingers shiver, flexing as I find myself able to bend just one finger before the blonde's body stamps it's foot in frustration.
"Fine..." I squeak in my airy and bubbly voice, wincing as I hear it escape my lips. "Fine, just... it's cold and..." I try to continue, my sentence getting cut off as I feel my body break out into a sprint as I'm forced to race through the rain.
My legs ache and burn with every bounding stride, the heavy workout I had seen the blonde undertaking mere minutes ago now being saddled with me. My ass bounces and jiggle with every stomp and step, the yoga pants holding the thick cheeks up but doing little to support the enticing mass. Thankfully the top fairs better, the large perky mounds being bound tightly and supported by the teal top.
I'm soon forced to pant, helping my body to breath effectively despite having little to no control over it as we round corner after corner. Street lights flash overhead, the speed at which I'm running being downright starling to me.
The city center soon begin to recede, the towering skyscrapers giving way to smaller and older buildings crammed together and old growth trees lining the pavement. There is a moment of reprieve from the rain as I find the blonde forcing us down through a promenade of foliage, our shared stride slowing before turning to a slowly stumbling walk as I'm forced to brace against my knees.
Inhaling deeply I try to look around, my rigid body refusing to listen to my orders as try to strain my head from side to side. To my left sits a small park, a few picnic tables sitting under metal awning barely being visible in the dim lights that light the winding path.
As I look to the right my body perky up, heaving itself up with a stretch before slumping in a tired manner. Before us sits a row of tiny little townhouses, the units each sharing walls beyond the separated sections of wrought iron fencing. A large concrete step leads to a positively tiny brick patio, a small and currently soaked outdoor sofa sits partially beneath the awning and below an aging and poorly sealed window.
"Is this..." I wheeze, out of breath thanks to the efforts of the body I had found myself in. My words are cut sort as my hand reaches up, unlocking the gate as I'm forced to stumbling up the slick step.
With only a few steps I'm brought to the doormat before I find myself bending over deeply. The muscles in my legs howl is pain, my glutes straining to their limit as I find myself practically bending in half and far more deeply than I ever could have before. My hands quickly snap under the straw doormat, fishing around for a moment before retrieving a set of keys.
My shoulders slump, a mixture of exhaustion and relief exuding from them as my independent hands quickly open the door and I'm forced inside.
As I stumble through the threshold my nostrils flare, the scent of foul burnt food reaching me before anything else.
Kicking the door shut behind me, my hands soon feel about against the wall in search for a light switch. My right hand pokes at my cheek, pointing to the left in an attempt to get my attention. Blinking rapidly and the oddness of the situation I glance over, watching as my left hand quickly darts over to the shiny plastic casing stuck to the wall.
The narrow hallway is soon illuminated in dim warm light, the one dangling light bulb struggling to light up the entirety of the mustard yellow plaster walls. To the left sit two doorways, the cramped hall leading off into what was likely equally cramped rooms. An archway opens up at the end of it all, the inky blackness remaining despite the efforts of the single light bulb.
I try to step forward, lurching slightly before I feel my legs shift and move on their own. I'm forced to walk to the first doorway, my hands quickly typing out a message before shining the screen in my face.
'Bedroom'
Reaching around the doorway my hand slaps against the wall against my will, eventually finding the switch before thankfully illuminating the room. As I had thought the room is relatively small, with the fairly nice furniture sitting inside in a rather precarious manner. There is barely enough room to walk between the double bed in the far-right corner, the wardrobe sitting flush against the wall to my right, and the desk turned vanity sitting beneath the front window.
The color scheme is bright and pretty, with a blend of blues and yellows covering the crisp and clean bed sheets. Various pots of bright nail polish sit organized in neat little rows along the desk, the neatness clashing with the pile of terribly tangled yarn sitting next to them.
As I stare at the yarn I feel my hands ball up into fist with frustration, my blood boiling as I'm forced to move away. With one last look I spy a series of clothes piled up by the wardrobe, all revealing and carefully folded after being freshly laundered.
"What are you..." I wheeze, wincing as I hear my bright and sweet voice once more.
As we approach the second doorway my hands type at the phone, the frustration from before causing a few mistakes that they quickly correct now that they have the time.
'Giving you a tour of our house. I can't explain how happy I am to have you here'
My jaw drops as I read and re-read the message, my stomach filling with butterflies as my rebellious body grows nervous like a giddy school girl. I feel my generous hips shimmy with delight, the sudden burst of move soon wracking the two of us with aches and pains.
With a slight stumble the blonde braces us against the door frame, strands of the platinum blonde hair coming free from the hefty tight bun behind my head. With a slight stretch I'm forced to stand once more, my shoulders rolling back and my chest is thrust out ahead of me.
Once more I feel my hand reach out, slapping wildly around the corner before a burst of light illuminates the room. The blonde quickly types out another message, this time slowly shuffling us into the room.
'And this is the living room'
The space is no bigger the living room, with two small two seat couches sitting and the back and the right wall respectively. The cream-colored sofas are a matching set, each one adorned with a variety of cute little pastel blue and teal pillows.
A small coffee table sits in the center of the room, a small arm chair resting beside it flush against the left wall. While the couches had seemed new and expensive the table and the chair look second-hand and far more rustic with each carrying far more character.
A bowl of what seems to be scrambled eggs sit on the table beside a mug of half-empty coffee. The eggs are rubbery, with large brown and black section dotting the surface of the one single blob of firm mass. The coffee is foul in its own right, with blobs of clotted milk bobbing gently on top of the pale brown liquid.
My stomach churns at the sight, for once both myself and my strange body agreeing with the right reaction for the sickening sight.
Shambling in I feel my legs finally give out, my body collapsing to the couch. As I tumble into the cushions I reach up in a panic, my left arm responding properly as I catch myself in part and roll onto the sofa with a deep sigh.
The weight of my newfound breasts feels far more prominent as I lay on my back, the top helping to concentrate the mass to towards the center of my chest. The bundle of tightly bound hair at the back of my head keeps me from fully resting into the pillows, my left arm falling to my side as I spread my legs in a relaxed fashion.
Suddenly it hits me, my eyes going wide as I wiggle my toes and stretch aching legs.
"I can... I can finally..." I squeak, my sentence falling short as my right hand begins to type lazily at the phone.
'Still here, just very tired. You can take over for a bit'
"What...what are..." I mutter, taking a deep breath as I pull myself up further on the sofa. I try to drop the phone, to take back control of my hand, only to be met with another bout of typing.
"Stop that! You can't get rid of me so easily'
"And... who are... what did you do to..." I whimper, freezing up as my stomach growls loudly and reverberates through the cramped room. I clutch at my flat exposed belly with my left hand, my slender fingers tracing over the firm taut beginnings of a six-pack and my exposed obliques in amazement.
For a second I'm lost in a haze, my sensitive skin and firm athletic form sending a barrage of confusing signals to my starving brain. I'm soon snapped from my trance as the blonde's phone is wave in front of my eyes, the bright screen causing me to squint in order to read it.
'Can you cook us dinner? Please? Sarah never used to and I can't work any of it out :('
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