The same cursive writing as the logo sits at the top, this time hand written in sharpie. I cock my eyebrow, glancing between the title and the clothing as I take in the large folded graphic sweater and the carefully packed set of horn-rimmed glasses. My gaze shifts to the cursive script, my gaze quickly falling on the singular word.
Melody
I slowly turn the package over and over, my mind abuzz with thoughts of just what it could all mean. On each turn I glance at the sweater, the black fabric adorned with a heavily worn and peeling printing of the symbol of the 'Village Hidden in the Leaves' from Naruto.
"Melody?" I mutter, pouting slightly as I move to open the package. "Like... a song?..." my musings continue, unsure as to what the title was actually referring to. Was it a name? A skill? A hobby or just a vibe?
Even as I open the package and gently pull the glasses free none of my questions are answered. I watch as the thick and heavy sweater tumbles to the floor, the folded bundle of mass produced clothing doing little to illuminate the person behind the outfit. Reaching down I slowly grab the sweater by the collar, lifting it as it unfurls into a rather large item of clothing. I'm so taken aback by the size of the sweater, easily being into the range of needing multiple X's ahead of the L on its label, that I don't even notice the pair of large plain beige 'granny panties' that tumble out from within the folds of the sweater.
Leaning over, my aching and tired form resisting the motion after having spent a week in bed, I pick up one of the tent-like white shirts from the floor. The gears in my head begin to turn as the possibilities begin to make themselves known. I didn't just need to guess what the title on the package meant, I could just test it.
As I open the sealed plastic sleeve containing the white shirt I begin to weakly wriggle out of my jeans, eventually tugging the denim down along with the black boxers beneath. My stinky fever sweat drenched black shirt is hastily discarded soon afterward as I pull the white t-shirt over my head. As it hangs loosely around me I feel my skin begin to tingle, my body hair standing on end as a dull sense of static electricity creeps its way across my body.
"Holy..." I whisper softly, a shuddering breath soon following as I feel the sensations dancing across my skin begin to die down. With a deep exhale I look over the shirt, not finding any real change until I reach the label in the inside of the collar.
J.H.
"Those are my..." I begin to mutter,my eyes doing wide as I realize just what the shirt had done. "These are... these are real Changing..." I whisper, the fear of having received this wrong deliver once again building inside me as I slowly begin to take off the top.
Tossing the white top aside onto the green sofa behind me I make a quick mental note to find someplace safer for the discarded clothing, a cold sweat forming on my neck at the thought of losing it.
Slowly I turn my attention back towards the anime emblazoned sweater, my hands darting for it and bundling it up at the bottom hem as I hold it above my head. The size of the thing makes it more and simple to pull over my slender frame, the only issue being the difficulty in navigating the folds of fabric before finally pulling my head through the top.
My legs are suddenly taken out from under my as a shuddering pulse seemingly turns my muscles to mush, my body tumbling into the pile of white shirts with a loud crash. I open my mouth to shout in shock and to groan in pain at the impact, however, all that escapes my lips is a sickly belch as my stomach begins to gargle and ache beneath the black fabric.
Tears fill my eyes as I feel my skin sting and strain, my gaze falling to my legs as I watch my calves begin to bloat with undulating bursts of flab before it distributes itself more evenly around the effected limb. I watch as the hairs on my legs begin to recede and thin, the few follicles that remain quickly sheering clear off my pale flesh as if they were shaved away.
With another belch I feel my flat belly bulge outwards, my hand flying to my mouth as I try to keep the disgusting sounds at bay. The moment my hands touch my face I immediately swing them away, the thick sausage fingers being just as strange a sensation as the plump lips and thick rounded cheeks they had come into contact with.
A groan escapes from my lips as I feel my arms give out from under me, my whole bloated form collapsing as to lay against the shirts and the floor below. I feel my whole body jiggle with the sudden movement, my my arms and thighs to my chest and stomach I'm left feeling the impact long after it is made. Panting heavily I feel my chest begin to grow almost painfully heavy, the skin once against stretching as two massive sagging weights begin to grow and droop down towards my armpits and large rounded belly.
Soon I'm met with a loud series of snaps and crunches, my bones reshaping and shrinking away as my hips begin to grow wider by the second. My eyes begin to sting mere moments later, the world around me suddenly warping into more faintly blurred shapes the closer things get. Something soon tickles at my cheeks and shoulders, long light brown hair quickly framing my face as a fringe also form across my forehead.
"Oh my..." I wheeze, my voice coming out in a sweet yet husky croak as I feel my chin wiggle slightly. With each wheezing breath I feel my chest rise and fall, the mammoth weights rubbing uncomfortably inside the woolen sweater with each clawing gasp. My belly and waist fare little better, the deep inhalations causing me to feel the pile of flab stretching the skin around my abdomen and hips.
Fidgeting with the sweater I soon find the hem hanging around my mid-thigh, the oversized sweater seemingly acting as a sort of cozy 'while-at-home' dress. Titling my head slightly, a cascade of light brown extremely blurry strands falling into my field of view, I spot the glasses on the sofa and worse yet the large and wide panties resting on the floor.
My head spins, my heart racing at an uncomfortable rate as I part my plump lips. My soft rounded cheeks burn hot with a sense of embarrassment as I lay splayed on the floor, the sensation only growing worse as I feel my thick thighs press against each other with the usual obstruction between my legs failing to make any sort of appearance.
Flailing slightly in the clothing pile I try to get a grip on this new body, my mind racing with dozens of trains of thought all at once as I try to work out what I should do.
Suddenly, I am broken from my desperate and panicked thoughts as...
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