Reality Rewritten - Part Two

Empty, starving, hungry.

These are the only words I can use to describe the sensation. It is like something was missing, my whole body almost grumbling like the stomach of some poor starved soul. Tears roll down my cheeks as I slowly begin to regain my vision, my fingers digging into the seat beneath me in an attempt to ground myself.

The blurred words on the screen shift, deleting themselves sequentially before something new takes their place. Blinking rapidly I try to focus my eyes, the plain black text slowly growing recognizable as:

 Implanting: Very Eye-Catching

A mixture of sweat and tears drips down my face to the floor beneath me, the drops of liquid almost sizzling against the heated floor as the room grows more and more humid by the second. My head spins and my vision blurs once more as I slump forward, my fingers digging into the thin cushion beneath me in an attempt to keep me seated.

Suddenly I feel some press against me, my chest heaving back as a set of unseen ephemeral tendrils burrow into my chest and deeper into my core. The gnawing aching void inside my practically slathering as the seeking and slithering entity as it squirms its way deeper almost tentatively. For a moment it feel like the force was searching for something, the worm-like force inching deeper and deeper at a slower and more careful pace by the second.

A loud gasp spills from my lips as I feel one of the slithering tendrils snag, the painful emptiness inside me latching onto the invisible force like a vice before dragging it deeper within me. Staring down I watch my chest seem to shift my water, whatever definition becoming lost in the strange rippling running across my exposed and sweating skin. I scream weakly in shock as I fond myself assaulted by dozens of smaller, yet no less unsettling, tendrils as the latch and grip to my sides as though for dear life.

My eye twitches and my mouth hangs open, pathetic gasps and grunts of confounded pain emanating from my throat  as I feel my very flesh begin to distort under the contact strain. My face grows pale as I'm forced to release my grip on the chair, a hand flying to my mouth as I find my compressed waist and stomach evacuating my lunch while the other clutches at my ribs. With a loud series of cracks I feel the smaller worm-like entities slip beneath my skin and grip to my ribs, the steadfast intruders quickly fracturing and warping the bones inside me chest as the gnawing void continues to consume more and more of the unseen mass.

I'm forced from my seat as the last of the large tendril thrashes beneath me skin in a frenzy, my insides quickly mixing  around as I feel fat and muscle shift violently beneath my skin and my bones further warp and shatter with each writhing strike. Despite it's best efforts however the fight is over before I even hit the searing hot tiles that make up the floor, the empty void inside me filling itself with the now pacified intruder with what feels like a thunderclap that encompasses my whole body as the world around be whites out.

Selecting 'Very Eye-Catching' hadn't been much of a choice at all. The impulse act had stemmed from one thought and one thought only, it seemed like the smallest change that I could really understand. While others sounded nicer they simply were left with too many questions.

How did someone earn the most tips and where?

Why would someone who had won the lottery even ask to trade?

What did the person do to make 'Standing Out' their best trait?

Simply put, being eye-catching not only seemed like a positive change, it was also seemed like something I could understand. Besides, 'Tall and Hung' was similar enough...Right?

Hot, sweaty, gross.

My head pounds and my heart races as I find myself rousing from the worst sleep I'd had in recent memory. My head and face is drenched in sweat, my warm breath launching back into my face with every weak and whimpering exhale. My mouth is filled with strands of hair, the foul sweat-slicked locks leaving me almost retching as it tickles the top of my mouth and sticks to my lips.

The bed beneath my feels wrong as I lay on my side, my hip sinking deeper into the mattress while my sweaty chest seems to extend out further ahead of me than it had any right to. Something clings to my ass and my crotch, a moist and foul piece of cotton that sits worryingly flat around where my cock should lay.

"What the..." I weakly begin to groan, my crackling voice soon erupting in a series of coughs that lings hair from my mouth and leaves my chest jostling in a disconcerting manner. Sweaty skin of sweaty skin peels against itself, my eyes finally shooting open as I find my vision blocked by a curtain of wavy yet filthy light brown hair.

My heart hammers in my chest as I twist to the side and lurch up in bed, my chest heaving up painfully along with me as I feel my back ache before I'm nearly dragged back down my the immense weight bolted to my torso. A yelp of pain slips from my lips, the soft and cutesy squeal sending chills down my spine as I brace myself by placing my hands against my knees. A squeal of shock soon replaces the yelp as I feel my arms press against two large and heavy mounds, the soft and supple flesh easily yielding to the touch as I begin panic.

Looking down I find my view filled with a mixture of the matted and sweat-coated hair and a valley of creamy milk-white cleavage lined with faint blue veins. My heart hammers and my breath catches in my throat as I simply stare in shock and awe at the slightly jostling and joggling flesh that moves with a mind of its own with each short and terrified breath.

Croaking out a complete failure at work I look up, my eye locking momentarily to the small and pert pink nipples standing at full attention in the open air. I nearly jump out of my skin as I find myself staring at a brunette seemingly sitting across from me in a bed on the other side of the room, the gears in my frazzled head slowly grind towards the realization I am merely staring at a mirror.

My jaw drops as I stare breathlessly at the image in the my reflection. The woman's hair is a complete tangled mess, the thick and wavy brown locks having grown matted and sweaty after a terrible and overheated night of sleep. The color is an exact match for my own, the shoulder-length cut carrying my usual light brown tone. I shudder as I find myself staring into a familiar set of bright blue eyes, my own gaze seeming cuter thanks to the large eyes and more dainty proportions of the face in the mirror.

Slender rounded jaw, subtle cheekbones and a cute delicate nose appear to have my pale and lightly freckled skin drawn over them with any semblance of blemish or imperfection have been erased before I had come to. Two small holes rest in the woman's earlobes, the dark dots revealing a set of piercings I had never seen before in my life.

Narrow shoulder and a swan-like neck soon lead to a set of slender and delicate arms, the lack of much in the way of excess fat or muscle sitting in stark contrast to the massive breasts they pinned. Any question to where all the woman's weight had gone was settled the moment I spied her chest, with each of the generously sized mounds appearing as large as her head depending on the angle. Despite their immense size they are almost perfectly formed, the heavy sacs of fat only drooping slightly to form a delightful teardrop that overflows her torso and begs to fondled.

"What the..." I croak once more, spitting more hair from my mouth in a flurry of brown strands mixed with saliva. My voice rings out in a sing-song, albeit rough and exhausted, manner as the sweet and meek feminine tones seem to overshadow what little familiarity there was left underneath it all.

I gently shift my head around, shifting the hear from my eyes while I keep my white knuckled grip firm over my knees. Slowly but surely I clear more and more of my vision, my gaze darting between the mirror and the room around as I find myself looking at...