Job-Bod - Part Four

"Give her a round of applause folks, I'm sure you'll see her out and about pouring drinks soon enough" she states, the audience applauding as I begin to nervously shuffle away and drag my heavy boots towards the stairs.

As I slip from sight, slumping over as my muscles sting and my skin aches, I try and catch my breathe as I hear the blonde begin to announce the next girl. "Everyone give a round of applause for the lovely little Digital Artist! Isn't she just soooooo cute!?"

Trying to steady my breathing I shuffle towards the curtain, pulling up the jacket and zipping it up as I push my way out into the convention once again.

 

Parting the curtain I wince, the crowds eyes darting between me and the terrified looking young woman up on the stage. There is not room for me to get past, the stanchions placed to keep the crowd more from blocking the doors than allowing easy movement to and from the stage.

For a moment I consider the back doors, slipping down those halls once more to get into the 'Innovation Center' or the 'Rumpus Room'. However, with curtains closing behind me and the thought of the surgeries I would need to pass by I decide braving the audience would simply be easier.

The hopes of the short walk to the door being easy dies as soon as I walk into the crowd. While I wasn't short by any means the, especially in the boots, I did lack the towering physique that once made navigating masses of people like this far simpler. Instead I'm left jostling and shoving, with the people I pass mostly looking at me in a dumbstruck fashion rather than getting out of the way.

A gasp escapes my darkly painted lips as I feel a hand against my taut heart-shaped rear, the soft fat inside the jeans yielding to their touch before the groper is met with the firm twitching muscles unpinning my body. As I jump forward I suddenly feel a hand on my chest, then another on my thighs and hands as with each person I pass another seems to cop a feel.

'So smooth, that's fresh skin for ya"

"Honey feel these, obviously fake right?"

"Ha I can feel them twitching, wonder when I can..."

"They feel amaz... Oh don't pout, I just mean..."

With each grabby hand and squeezing touch I quickly begin to smack them away, though never in time to catch the assailant or to stop them feeling their pound of flesh. After what feels like an eternity I force my way out of the crowd with a lurch, staggering into the velvet ropes of the stanchions and causing the metal poles to clank and clatter.

As I quickly try to catch one of the stanchions I look down, my large pale bust filling my vision as it bulges and overflows the top of the slightly too small bra. I hiss slightly, watching as slight divots and indentations in the flesh made from the many prodding fingers slowly even out.

"Anime Ti..." I begin to groan, the sound of my dark and sultry causing me to clam up.

With a bit of a hop I throw my leg over the dividing rope, my lips quivering and heart skipping a beat as I find my leg easily going up higher and far easier than I had anticipated. The jeans stretch and adhere tightly to my lower body, the color draining from my already pale face as I feel the crotch pull flat against the distinct absence of my usual bulge.

"Fuck..." I hiss, climbing over the rope and landing with a delightful jiggling display of my chest. "Shit fuck shit..." continues the stream of swearing, my gaze turning to the doors as I power walk towards the exit.

 

"Can I see your badge ma'am?" asks a sweet and soothing voice, the bright and cheery chirping sounding light the wind on a warm summers day. Snapping from my frustrated swearing I glance to the source, finding myself looking down at a lightly tan blonde with wild flowing hair, dressed in the same white blouse and pencil skirt as the redhead I had seen on the way inside standing by one of the doors.

"I... uh..." I mutter, reaching for my neck and finding nothing before patting at my pockets. After a short moment I feel something in the jackets breast pocket, my heavily tattooed hand soon producing a visitors badge like the one I had worn in.

Only this one is different, a small barcode resting beneath the 'Guest' label which now presented itself in dark red lettering. The blonde doesn't skip a beat, pulling out a small device as she scan the barcode. A pout spreads across her cutesy face, her slender lips pursing as she looks around.

"Well that's..." she mutters, leaning her head into the convention in search of something or someone before returning her attention to me. "I'm sorry ma'am, we haven't finished your gift bag yet. Do you mind if..." she begins to ask, the disappointment in her voice almost making it sound like she will cry at any point now.

"Sorry!" calls a voice, the young man's exhausted tone barely carrying over the rolling of wheels on the wooden floors. Turning around I watch as a man in his late teens to early twenties races up to us as he pushes a cart, the long metal trolley acting as the home for various bags and boxes each with a little barcode on it.

"Thank sooooo much Jamie" the blonde coos to the sweaty young man, her lovely and excited tones obviously effecting the eager young man. As he tries to clean himself off, wiping the sweat from his face and clearing tte hair from his eyes,the blonde quickly paws over the items in the cart.

"No worries Steph, you know I'm happy to..." he begins call back, struggling to feign confidence while still so tired and out of breath. With a beeping from the scanner he is cut off, the blonde looking a little concerned as she scans the barcode on two large boxes.

"These are..." she hisses, trying to move one of the boxes herself with a bit of a strain. The squeaking of plastic bottles rubbing against each other pick up over the din of the crowd, my supply of sports drink apparently coming to me before I am even home.

Reaching over I grab the box, easing it to the edge of the cart carefully. Squatting down, keeping my back straight and upright, I slowly lift the box in an effort to test the weight. Despite my brain screaming at me that the box was too heavy I find my body handling the weight just fine. My arms and thighs bulge and flex under the strain, my abs pressing into the box as I hold it against my core.

"Well look at you..." the blonde coos in awe, her hazel eyes wide as they drink in my slender yet powerful form. "The other one should be a bit lighter, Jamie can help if you don't want to make two..."

"Just pop it on top" I state, huffing a little as I shift and readjust the weight. I watch in almost more amazement than the blonde as the young man grabs the second, albeit smaller box, before placing it atop the one in my arms.

Sure, I may have been able to carry this amount before but not this easily. My skin crawls at the thought of how they achieved this, of harvesting muscles from around my body otherwise just acting as supports before repurposing them into building up this new strength. Stranger still was that this was only the beginning, the subtle twitching beneath my skin acting as a reminder of my daily workouts designed to build and maintain my muscles.

"They did a number on you" Jamie mutters, garnering a quick smack from the blonde.

"Jamie!" she snaps in admonishment, shooting him disappointed look. She quickly turns back to me, flashing a smile and giving a little wave. "Thank you for visiting the Job Fair" she coos, obviously trying to end our interaction.

I open my mouth before quickly shutting it again, deciding it best just to get home and to rest before whatever terrible job I now had comes calling. As I walk away, descending tte stairs out front I can't help but over hear the blonde.

"Don't do that in front of them, how would you like..."

I'm forced to shift and adjust my grip constantly as I walk to the car. From the jostling of the boxes to the odd sway of my stride it's a fight to keep the one on top from sliding to the ground. As I reach my car I let out a sigh, simply crouching back down as I drop the boxes to he pavement with a thud.

The sun is high in the sky, the morning having gone by in an instant and leaving me pale and heavily painted flesh burning in the midday sun. The leather jacket doesn't help much either, the soft material inside growing sodden with my sweat.

Quickly opening the door I toss the boxes inside, the smaller box ratting with various loud thuds softened by some softer items acting as padding. The drinks go in next, my tongue running along my lips as I find myself filled with a burning thirst. I easily tear open a hole in the cardboard with my hands, fetching one of the bottles of blue liquid before guzzling it down like my life depended on it.

"Fuck..." I groan, banging my head against the frame of my shitty car. "How many of these do I need a day?"

Patting my pockets I find my keys resting in the bottom of the same jacket pocket as my guest badge, the familiar object looking strange in my new smaller and slender grip. Opening the driver's side door I climber inside, singing into my seat as I whimper at the numerous aches and pains wracking my freshly reformed body.

I'm forced to adjust the seat and mirrors, the thought of driving while struggling to see or reach anything easily being more concern than giving into the changes that had been made. As I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the piercing gaze of my emerald eyes staring back at me, I let out a sigh.

"Well... this is going to be fun to explain" I say with a chuckle, starting my car as I begin the hopefully short drive home.