Suddenly, the machine roars to life as plumes of mist erupt from within. Despite the cold I feel hundreds and thousands of pinprick like bursts of heat begin to tease and dart across my skin. In a matter of moments I feel my muscles seemingly turn to mush, the mixture of targeted heat and surrounding cold easing my body beyond the realms of belief.
"Ten inches? Lucky you" the dark haired woman chuckles, the clattering of keyboard strokes barely reaching me as the machine continues to hum and whir around me.
"How did you..." I begin to croak, my throat soon refusing to make any sort of utterance as it too grows overly relaxed and numbed.
"Oh it's all here" the dark haired employee giggles, a key more keystrokes quickly following. "Don't worry, we know someone who will enjoy it far more. Thank you for filling that order for us, we needed another Show Room Body and that bulge will be peeeeeerfect. But as for you...We've been needing a bit of eye candy with some brains."
I struggle to let out much more than a wheeze and groan, my lungs emptying themselves of breath with each attempt to call out for help while struggling to refill themselves. The pin pricks grow worse and worse by the second, my skin burning for a few moments before I soon find a blast of frigid air soothe the aching site.
My shoulders slump, my arms hanging low by my side as I find myself leaning against the machine. My chin catches the edge, a low whimper escaping my lips as I feel my flesh and bone deform slowly as my whole body weight is seemly applied to singular point.
"Oh don't be so grumpy" the dark haired woman mutters from beyond my sight. "People would kill for this, though to be totally honest we've been struggling to find the right kinda person ya know?" she begins to explain, my core growing warmer and warmer by the second as thousands of tiny laser apply burst after burst of energy to my limp and lacking form.
My eye twitches as I feel something twist inside me, a churning in my gut that send chills up my spine and leave my eyes watering. I feel like I'm going to vomit, a sense of nausea and vertigo wracking me as the machine begins to make a new set of wiring and grinding noises.
"There... we... go..." the young personal trainer chirps, each bright and bubbly word soon being accompanied with another grinding snap and yank from somewhere inside of me. Each twang was like a muscle tearing, sinew breaking only to be unable to mentally identify where it had come from.
My eyes are suddenly forced shut as a bright red light flashes over my face from within the contraption that had been made my prison. With each pulsing and stinging flash I feel my head throb, the temples aching more and more with each strobe of the harsh light. Thankfully, before anything close to a migraine can form I find the light suddenly ease off, the sound of the machine growing quieter and quieter by the second as the sound of foot falls begin to race closer.
A loud pop and hiss erupts from the machine, my limp and numbed from tumbling out of it and to the cold hard ground with a palpable thud. I struggle to even breathe, my breaths coming in short shallow shudders as I struggle with the lack of feeling through my body.
"Oh woooow" the young woman coos, shifting her hips from side to side as she stands on the other side of the the wire fence. "You turned out... Delish" she continues, purring out that last little bit as she bites her lower lip.
Panting and wheezing I try to look up, my eyes going wide as I watch the hair fall from my eyes. The short light brown strands seem to hang from a moment after I move, lagging behind me as they paint the air behind them in a blurred after image. For a second, between the time it takes for them to reach their end point I spot what almost looks like a series of silky shimmering brunette locks dangling in front of my face. My chest aches beneath me, a painfully awful pressure and pain shooting up from a mixture of the impact and laying with my whole body weight against it and the hard wooden floor
"What did you..." I gag, pausing as I hear my voice warbling and crackle between my deep and masculine tone and something brighter, breathier and far more bubbly.
"We made you more... like... better!" the dark haired girl chirps, clapping her hands together and clasping them in excitement. "I've processed your membership and you are totally fitting the vibe we're looking for now" she explain with a giggle, her lips curving in a mischievous grin. "Vapid gym bunnies are out, brainy bimbos are some much more..."
Wheezing and whining I manage to get an arm underneath me, my whole body shaking as I struggle to move while still fight back the numbness. I feel it slowly shift to pins and needles, the lack of sensation making the act of getting my feet under me an almost insurmountable struggle. Each movement leaves the blurry after image behind it, glimpses of pale flesh slipping through the dark material of my hoodie momentarily with each of my jerky motions.
"We'll get you set up... Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I think..." the young woman chirps, walking back to the desk in search of a pen. "Treadmill for half, we need those jiggly beauties by the windows, then squats and thighs for the rest... Oh you can totally do yoga with Miriam on Monday and Friday, yep Wednesday will be leg day" she mutters, quickly jotting things down on a small notepad.
With my legs shaking I finally force them beneath me, slowly easing myself up to a standing position. Despite my best efforts I can't seem to stand up correctly, the room feeling too large and too small at the same time. My knees remain bent in a partial squat, each attempt to stand at my full height suddenly giving me a momentary glimpse of some lavender colored shorts around a set of thick supple thighs before being replaced with my own sweatpants.
"Tomorrow we can do a half day after your work though..." the dark-haired woman states, turning back to me. "We can do your orientation and..."
Without waiting for her to finish I lurch forward, throwing my body against the wire frame door in the metal fence. As I impact the loosely closed door I find my vision warp and shift, a faint taste of vomit filling my mouth as the world twists around me and snaps my body with it.
Holding a hand to my mouth I stagger forward, my eyes darting around as I find myself back out in the gym proper and the upbeat pop music blasts around me. My heart hammers in my chest, my nauseated and sickened state growing worse by the send as I find the blurred after image of my hair giving me a sense of motion sickness.
Behind me I hear a set of footsteps, the skipping and springy footfalls of the trainer rapidly approaching. Looking over my shoulder I spot the back office, my lurching form having somehow moved from the back to the front of the gym while skipping over the actual office entirely. The machine I had been trapped inside sits wide open, the small pedestal that had low when I entered seeming having been raised higher at some point in the past few minutes.
As I spot the dark-haired young woman's grinning face I make a break for it, racing towards the front door as I leave a blurred streak of dark colors behind me.
"Byeeeeeee Jordan!" she calls out, waving with her notepad in had. "See ya tomorrow for your first..." she tries to state, the sound of the external door slamming behind me cutting her off. I watch for a moment from the street as she waves giddily from the office, not taking any further action to follow or even leave the room as she grin at me.
The cold spitting rain pelts down against my sensitive and still somewhat numbed form. A low hiss slips from my lips as I find myself almost feeling the striking droplets against my skin as they land on my hoodie and sweatpants.
For a second I look at my reflection in the window, struggling for a moment to see it properly in the overcast weather and through the bright lights inside the gym. I watch in horror as my whole body seems to shimmer and ripple with each movement, the after image of my hair seemingly being a small part of the problem covering my entire body.
At the end of each shifting movement I catch a short glimpse of something. A glint of metal on a slender finger, a flash of pastel pink fabric straining on my chest, a glimpse of a taut narrow waist, or a glance at plush red lips.
"I... I..." I wheeze, the overlapping sounds of my panicked voice as some tired breathy tone leaving me struggling to speak. "I have to get... get... home..." I manage to pant out, flinching as I catch the eye of the trainer once more as she waves excitedly from the back office.
Staggering and stumbling down the street I begin to pace my way home, my body quickly beginning to ache with each lumbering step. My joints ache and my bones strain as I feel like something is off with my gait, each step fighting itself between two natural strides that both seem wildly different. Something shifts along my chest with each step, the tug and pull growing more and more pronounced in my mind as I fight with the hoodie in an effort to stop the sensation in it's tracks.
I barely notice where I'm going, my panicked mind preoccupied with other things as I try to work out what the hell had just happened. I only arise from my stupor as I find myself out of the rain, my hoodie and sweatpants seemingly dry while my arms and legs feel drenched.
Looking up I find myself under a small section of awning, a key resting in my palm as I stand outside...
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