Witness Relocation - Part Four

"There we go" Carl chirps, please with himself as he marvels at the badge. "Now everyone will know to say Happy Birthday!"

Gasping with shallow breaths, unable to inhale deeply lest I cause my body to break and reveal more of this new person beneath, I hand back the forms with a shaky hand. Carl barely seems to notice my distress, either lost in thought about his 'good deed' or by some other means. He quickly takes back the forms, squinting a little at the signature as he passes the card back to me.

Leaning in, he scrutinizes the signature, finding something wrong with it. Reaching up he flicks the paper, brushing something off as the signature too explodes into a small shower of delicate confetti like flames.

As the tiny lights burn themselves out in a matter of seconds I'm left staring at the sight of what had been my altered signature, now fully replaced with a cutesy series of hearts and loops.

"There we go" Carl coos, fishing around in his pockets before pulling out a tiny bulging envelope. The sound of jangling metal reaching me in the otherwise quiet hallway. "Here you are Ms. Hale" he continues, passing me the envelope with a broad grin. "If you'd just follow me to the elevator we can head to the garage without getting lost again."

The doughy and rotund federal agent begins to plod down the hall, waddling past me as he heads back towards the offices and cubicles I had walked past what seemed like hours ago. I glance between him an the envelope in my hands, a mocked up and artificial reason for this new version of my self to even be wandering the building.

With uneasy and fumbling sets I try to follow along, my ankles soon aching intensely as my diminutive and delicate feet try to carry my large and lanky frame. My calves burn with each step, the swirling energy and light flashing through my jeans as it threatens to burst through my skin.

I carefully begin to open the envelope, trying to remember to keep my pace and balance as I struggle my way behind the bloated man with the walrus mustache. With a gentle tug I pull the small letter open, pouring the keys inside into my hand. The fob bounces gently into my large palm, several keys and a small little heavily worn butterfly figurine hanging from the chain. My eyes go wide as as I spot the metallic logo, the blue and white circle immediately telling me the car was a BMW and drastically outside of my price range.

"Did they seriously..." I wheeze, wincing as I feel the tiny crop top dig ever more painfully into my shoulders as I move my arms. In an instant I hold my arms out awkwardly, easing the pain and the risk of triggering another popping event, even if it made me look silly.

The walk through the offices and cubicles feels oddly cold as I stumble along behind Agent Davies.

For months I had enjoyed chatting with the various agents and staff that had come through, growing familiar with each and everyone of them. Even when I had come through earlier today I had enjoyed the smiles and small talk from each of them as I went into Witness Relocation.

Now however, they all seemed indifferent at best and grumpy at worst. For a moment I can't help but wonder just whether or not Agent Davies had actually been lying about joy riding in the car they had ended up gifting me.

The only face to meet me with anything beyond a blank stare, or the odd glance at my chest, is Michelle. I try to give her a little wave as I pass, only to find her sigh and frown in response as she turns to face her work in an effort to ignore me.

By the time we reach the elevators I feel utterly deflated. Between the teams reactions to the new me and the constant pinching and aching around my body I just want to lay down and wake up from this nightmare.

To his credit, Agent Davies carries himself with a constant jolly smile. The plodding older man soon swipes his key card, calling the elevator as we're both left waiting for it it arrive.

"So..." he says with a chuckle, peering  down at the car keys resting in my hand. "Got much of a drive left ahead of you?"

I glance down at the keys myself, unsure how to answer the question since I didn't even know where I was going. Swallowing hard I turn to face him with a forced smile, struggling to maintain my composure.

"Not much longer..." I mutter, my lip quivering a little as I feel some crackling spark try to pierce through with little success. "At least... I hope not..."

"Oh don't say that" Agent Davies chuckles, bouncing on his feet a little as the elevator doors slide open. "To be young and on the open road again... You know, I once drove across the country in an old Volkswagen beetle?" he states, his voice dripping with nostalgia. "Slept in the back with my girlfriend at the time, now the Mrs. Davies."

I simply nod along meekly, stepping awkwardly into the elevator before the doors close behind me. Agent Davies reaches out to select the basement garage, jabbing at the button with his sausage -like fingers before folding his arms over his chest.

"Don't let them get to you sweetheart" he coos, giving me a warm smile. "I s'ppose they might just be a tad jealous. Most of them have been walking past this beauty for months at this point, guess they'll be sad to see it go" he adds with a chuckle that turns to a belly laugh, his infectious attitude soon causing me to chuckle weakly along as well.

The shudder is my chest is all that it takes, the expansion of my diaphragm causing my belly to strain against the lower hem of the tan crop top before finally bursting. With a loud gasp I feel my skin ripple up, a shower of bright orange sparks soon filling the entirety of the elevator. I bit my lip to try and silence a scream, the sharp prodding of my teeth soon releasing another sudden burst of lights that rapidly bounce around the confined space.

With now where for them to go I'm left swimming in the warm motes of glowing orange light, struggling to keep my head above the sea of tiny ripple flames. Thankfully, as the door open the sparks rapidly flow out, the movement causing them to slowly vanish into the cold open air of the underground garage.

Agent Davies simply walks out ahead of me, looking around for a moment as he tries to orient himself in the expansive underground complex.

With my heart hammering in my chest I turn to look at my reflection in the metal walls of the elevator, my jaw dropping as I catch myself in the mirror sheen. The jumbled mess of a body in the reflection is hard to comprehend at first, with my arms and legs still remaining my own pale and lanky limbs while my torso seemed to be that of a rather tan and slender young woman.

The lightly tan crop top is oddly lighter than my skin, my sun-kissed complexion looking well maintained in the sunny summer weather. It also fits far better, my flat belly now featuring no real sign of fat or hair while a small metal accessory hangs from my new navel.

I let out a loud gulp as my eyes roam up, finding the now far better fitting top reveal oddly more than it had before. My eyes bulge as I reach my chest, my head tilting down as I find my vision becoming consumed with a valley of perky tanned cleavage. The top is pulled tightly over the supple and jiggly mounds, the enormous rack over flowing the sides of my chest as I'm left with copious side-boob, my hammering heart beat reverberating through them as my blood pressure shoots to the moon.

Nervous sweat begins to drench my body, the droplets soon falling from my face as they travel down to become trapped in the cavernous depths of my new rack.

"Fuck..." I whimper, my head snapping back up as I look at my reflection in the wall once more. Everything ached worse now, my awkwardly size limbs grinding against the shrunken form of my new natural shape.

Leaning in I look up my lips, my plump and plush low lip quivering as I spot the large kissable cushions resting on my face. The top lip bows and parts ever so slightly, leaving me with a naturally inviting expression with the glossy pillows I now found myself with.

"Oh god..." I whisper, stumbling out of the elevator as I run my lips across my lips. I'm immediately met with the powerful taste of strawberries, the basic artificial flavor soon coating the inside of my mouth.

"That way Ms. Hale" Agent Davies calls, waving to me to follow him towards the back of the complex.

I feel my torso grind against my hips, my body trying to sway something with my stride that it just seemed to lack. I feel my joints quickly begin to ache and grind, popping and stinging as the various limbs struggle with my torso's smaller joints.

My jaw drops as I catch a glimpse of the BMW logo sticking out from behind one of the supporting pillars, my eyes going wide as my gaze falls on the rather expensive looking Sunflower Yellow convertible slowly comes into view.

"That's my..." I whimper, "favorite colors..."

"Well I'd hope so" Agent Davies chuckles, walking around the car as his fingers run over the light tan brown leather seats. "Your parent's probably spent a decent amount of this, it'd be a shame for them to get that wrong."

Holding the keys in my hand I lightly press the unlock button, the lavish vehicle blinking it's lights in response. My heart races further and further, my flop sweat building and causing me to wince as I feel my heaving chest begin to stick to itself.

Reaching the drivers side door I look over the dash, finding it filled with the latest features. Looking back at the keys, tapping another button as the expensive engine roars to life. I watch as Agent Davies shivers a little in place, the sound of the running motor seeming to set something off in him.

"Wish I could see this beauty on the open road" he chuckles, his eyes still locked to the seats before turning to the steering wheel. "Flooring it, pushing the..." he continues, pausing as he looks at me before flashing a nervous smile under his bushy mustache. "Don't speed..." she croaks, chuckling a little.

"I..." I mutter, opening the door as I slide my keys into my back pocket. "I won't... Promise..." I state meekly, slowly moving myself into the seat. I can feel the engine reverberate up into my body, the power behind the car making itself known even as I idle.

My legs are cramped inside the car, the seat pulled uncomfortably close to the wheel. As I shift and move the seat to readjust the speakers soon spring to life, a cascade of energetic pop music soon echoing through the underground garage.

With each shift and shuffle I feel my chest shake in the overly tight top distractingly, my top soon feeling more like a bra then a shirt before long.

"Drive safe Ms. Hale" Agent Davies states, giving me a little wave as he points towards down to the right of me. "The exit is that way, Harold will let you out once you reach the boom" he explains, reaching for his key card as he prepares to head back upstairs.

"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...