"Th...thanks" I croak, slowly pulling out and turning into the straightaway before applying some more gas. As the car rapidly accelerates I try to brake, hoping to slow down to a more manageable speed.
As I apply the break another sudden shower of parts erupts from me, the car filling with little motes of flaming light as my keys dig into my ass and my rear and hips erupt in a shower of sparks.
It comes in waves, my ass popping like a balloon before my hips soon follow suit as the massive addition of material rips through my paper-like skin. As my flesh begins to bulge in odd ways against my jeans, the material both loosening before tightening in various places, I finally feel the denim rip and explode into a dense sea of amber motes of light.
I suddenly accelerate, the increased plush cushion behind me forcing me forward in my seat as my foot presses ever so slightly more firmly into the pedal. The sparks rush out of the vehicle behind me as I race through the garage, the sudden burst of speed taking me more than a moment to correct as I'm forced to readjust my seat to compensate for the altered distance.
The roiling mass of tiny flames unfortunately fail to dissipate before I can reach the boom gate, leaving me squirming awkwardly beneath their dull warmth as I come to a stop. My eye twitches as I write and try to adjust my pants in my seat, my cock feeling downright crushed inside some overly tight and firm material.
"Ma'am..." croons the crackly voice of an older gentleman, the guard sitting inside the bulletproof glass booth easily pushing seventy. A white bristly fuzz coats his bony and angular jawline, his slouched frame still showing some of the athletic musculature of his youth.
"Uh... Hi..." I mewl, wriggling in my seat in the hopes of finding some comfortable position for my crushed 10-inch cock. As I shift and wriggle I feel my enormous overflowing chest shake and bounce inside the tight crop top, the hefty and perky mounds jostling and pushing the clingy material to it's limit.
I can feel the leather seat stick to my legs, my pants seemingly having vanished beneath the sea of fire. My ass on the other hand is tightly covered by not only some coarse and firm fabric, but something softer and almost lacy rides up between the massive and plush cheeks.
I catch the old guard staring as I move, his lecherous gaze landing on my heaving chest as I chill runs down my spine. He seems to fumble with the gate, either distracted by the inadvertent show I was putting on or simply eager to prolong his staring.
Suddenly, with the whir of some electric mechanism the gate at the nose of the luxury convertible begins to rise. I try and sit still, not wanting to degrade myself any further to the filthy old man in the booth, before flooring it out and under the gate.
"Have a..." the man calls out, the roaring of the engine and the distance soon putting his goodbye well out of ear shot.
In a matter of seconds I find myself racing up a ramp before suddenly erupting out and inside the bright and baking midday heat, my arms immediately feeling while my torso feels down right delighted to be soaking up the warmth.
With a short bit of airtime at the edge of the ramp I bring my car to a stop, the heavy breaking causing me to break as I watch the sparks launch out around me before vanishing into wisps of smoke. In a hasty mess I quickly adjust the mirrors, looking at myself in order to try and track the changes I had faced and any more that might had reared their ugly heads.
My lips are still pink and plush, bowing and parting slightly to reveal the slightest hint of my teeth.
My chest and torso takes up much of my view as I try to look down, the cramped and extremely tight light tan top revealing much of my tanned chest and my taut flat belly along with jingly silver navel piercing.
A long hiss escapes my lips as I strain to see past the massive overflowing shelf of flesh that seems to consume my chest, the massive natural perky tits constantly brushing against my pale hairy arms as they give me a copious overflowing side boob.
"Stupid fucking..." I snap, twisting my tight and narrow waist to get a better view of my hips. My eyes bulge as I spot the wide bony protrusions that seem to erupt out from my slender waist to give me a killer hourglass.
My wide hips are covered by a set of light blue high waisted denim shorts, the tight designer attire painting my body like a second skin. The sight of my hairy pale legs sticking out of the bottom feels off, the lengthy limbs simply not matching the youthful and revealing clothing I had found myself in.
The same can be said for my cock, the pained and twitching organ bulging against the front of the jean shorts before trailing down the legs to a dangerously revealing degree. With another wriggle I catch the sight of my ass in the shorts, my breath coming out in a squeak as I straining to catch even a glimpse of the massive and gropable flesh that look almost poured into my clothing.
With another frustrated hiss I drop into the light brown leather seat, my plump and soft ass cushioning my fall as it spreads out beneath me.
"For... God... What did they..." I stammer, slowly pulling away from the non-descript office and towards the main road. "Maybe they can still make me Wendy's assistant or..." I grumble, remembering my note from the staff.
It had been weeks since I had seen the open farmland and new developments that surrounded the massive offices, having been told I couldn't go near any of the windows for the duration of my stay. Seeing the greenery oddly exhilarating, the rumble of my cars engine certainly helping to get my blood pumping.
Reaching the empty road I freeze up, looking around for a moment as I try to work out something incredibly important.
"Where the hell do I... go..." I mutter under my breath, playing with my strawberry flavored lips anxiously. Shifting a little in my seat I feel something inside the left pocket, the bulky rectangle filling the limited space likely only being one thing.
Wriggling my fingers inside the pocket I slowly remove the phone, watching in awe as I retrieve the latest model Samsung wrapped in a Sunflower Yellow case. For a moment I'm worried about unlocking it, not knowing a single password 'Ms Hale' could be using. However, as I stare at the screen it suddenly unlocks as it seems to recognize my face despite the lack of any change.
Before I can even start my search I find my notification bar practically overflowing with messages. It's almost overwhelming, the idea of searching through them all while I sit in the car seeming all to daunting. However, I quickly notice the most recent message being only a few minutes old and decide to start there.
Tapping at the screen I quickly open the latest message finding it a part of a long an emoji laden string of excited texts back and forth. Focusing up I hold the phone up, avoiding glare as I read the text from ' <3 Mea-Bae <3'
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