"Here..." the man huffs, obviously eager for his break. "Your new ID will be sent to your home in the next few..."
My eyes go wide as he brings up home, my hands patting at my pockets for a moment before finding a slightly bulging phone case resting against my thigh. Pulling it out I breath a sigh of relief, my gaze falling to the see-through sparkly yellow shell wrapping around the device as a single key and a set of credit cards sit beneath.
"Wait..." I mutter, looking at the one solitary key. "Where's my car keys?"
"Oh..." the man blurts out, his eyes going wide. "Did we... not empty your pock..." he continues, sighing into his mask as he cuts himself off. "We at Reality Reversal apologize for the loss of any goods or items" he states dryly, as if reading a script from memory. "Any items left on your person are unfortunately lost, please send the invoice for their replacement to our customer service team for..." he continues, groaning as he leans against the desk.
"You get the gist right?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes. "You're good to go otherwise..." he sighs, looking at me as I stare at him in no small amount of shock and confusion.
"Thank you for visiting today..." he continues a little forcefully, his gaze darting to the door. "Have a nice day..."
I open my mouth to say something, to huff out a complaint or... well anything. However, as the man looks away I quickly realize it would be of little use. Pursing my lips lips together, the sickly sweet gloss causing them to stick together slightly, I heave myself up from my seat.
I nearly topple over as I stand, my sneakers squeaking as they hit the floor before my whole body lurches forward. My shoulders strain and my back twinges with the sheer heft of my chest, my center of gravity being gravely distorted by the head-sized mounds bounds to my chest.
With a huffing groan I manage to pull back, my hand gripping the metal stool for support as my nails click and clatter against the metastatic surface. I quickly wrap my arms around myself, my right sliding and vanishing beneath my rack while the other runs across it to pin down the massive squishy mounds to the best of my ability.
As I begin to walk out I feel my joints grind awkwardly, my hips attempting to sway in a flowing yet dramatic fashion while I try to force my gait into a far more straight forward and masculine stride. My awkward steps leave me staggering out the door, my cheeks burning a bright red as I round the corner and pace down towards the waiting room.
Staggering out of the hallways I practically feel the gaze of those still waiting dart towards me, my heart hammering in my chest as I shiver runs up my spine. I whimper softly as I walk awkwardly past person after person, my mind darting between the retrained yet overflowing flesh on my chest and the bulbous jiggling cheeks which appears practically poured into the white yoga pants.
My mind quickly flutters back to the sight of the exhausted blonde from before, a sense of familiarity forming inside me as I too experience her rather awkward 'walk-of-shame' out of the office and into the street beyond.
As I step out into the warm sun I'm immediately hit with how exposed I am, the breeze flowing past me quickly revealing the lack of clothing around my mid-section and arms. My lips quiver as I quickly begin to power-walk home, the disconcerted whimpering soon growing worse as I feel my hips slowly begin to rock and roll with this body's natural gait.
I yelp with surprise as I try to dart past a young couple waiting for the bus, my quick skip leaving my chest fighting for freedom from my grip and my ass roiling inside the elastic material of my pants. The young man's eyes shift over to me, his gaze lingering on my rear as I sashay past him long enough for the short young woman beside him to smack his arm.
"Fuck... this..." I huff under my breath, my attempts to reduce the shaking of my rear simply failing to do much without resulting in an awkward twinge in my tendons and crunching in my joints. The body was used to moving in a certain way, it had developed around it, and any attempt at this point to 'unlearn' the habits was going to take more time than just a walk home.
I mince and stagger my way down street after street, my stride quickening as I grow more familiar with my own legs and as the desire to simply be out of the public eye grows more and more pressing. My long flowing hair flutters around me as I power-walk, the wind catching the long luxurious strands as they shimmer in the sunlight.
Passing a long series of glass windows I find myself passing what seems to be a small gym. I shudder as I catch my reflection, once more the familiar eyes resting surrounded by the face of a beautiful bubbly bimbo or gym bunny leaving my heart skipping a beat and my blood running cold. Before I can turn away I catch the sight of some of the gym-goers inside, my gaze lingering a little too long on a set of musclebound men dripping with sweat as they pump iron and run small HIIT routines.
I do my best to shake that moment from my head, a subtle pang echoing through me regardless as I attempt t focus on simply getting home and getting changed into something less... form fitting.
I practically through myself in through the front door of my apartment, sweat beading on my brow and my breath short thanks to the speed at which I had forced myself to walk as well as the sheer nerves gripping my whole being. Looking over at the stairs my face drops, my gaze darting to my all-encompassing chest as I realize just how awkward it will be going up and down the steps with the 'twins'.
Shuffling towards the stairwell in a defeated manner I slowly begin to trudge my way up, my arms holding my chest as steady as they can while instead I feel my hips gyrate far more aggressively and my ass wobble with each climbing step.
"Stupid fucking..." I huff and whine, my bubbly breathy voice filling the stairwell. "Why the fuck was I such a... a..." I grumble and stammer, my thick thighs shaking as I stomp up the stairs in anger. "I swear, my mom doesn't look like..." I begin to state, pausing mid-sentence as I think back to pictures I had seen of my aunt when she was in college.
A blonde bimbo would have easily described her, busty beyond belief with dyed hair and revealing clothes. She had used that body to land her first of a line of wealthy husbands, those childbearing hips giving our family a great number of cousins from a variety of fathers over the decades.
As I reach my floor I quickly race down to my front door, my sneakers squeaking loudly as I nearly skip to speed towards my chance for privacy. Reaching into my pocket I snatch out the phone, my nails clicking at the case as I peel it off and take out the small familiar key.
"Thank god she..." I muse, my sentence falling short as I hear not only a click of my own lock but also of he one at teh end of the hall. Whipping my head around I stare at the tall and slender art student from down the hall, her eyes wide in shock and confusion as she stares straight at me while a canvas messenger bag full of art supplies slides down her shoulder.
Suddenly her eyes catch my own, a flash of recognition spreading across her face before more mounting confusion begins to overtake it.
"Mr... Hughes?" she mutters, her lips curling into a confused purse while her nose crinkles up.
"I... I don't want to talk about it!" I shout back, my bubbly voice carrying far more than I would have liked as I step into my apartment and slam the door shut behind me.
As I reach home I hear a voice, Kelly spotting me unlock the door as she goes wide-eyed
"I don't wanna talk about" I huff, storming inside before slamming the door behind me.
Listening to the door slam shut behind me I let out a relieved sigh, my arms shaking a little as I let them drop to my side after the strain of holding my bust so tightly. Stepping into the apartment I can't help but find it smelling... odd. my dainty nose twitches at the smell of... boy that lingers throughout the place, my new body not used to the scent that would be unlikely to remain for much longer without my old body around.
As I pace towardds the bedroom, eager to find something... anything that would fit, I reach up to tug at the bra. My fingers soon meet the sweaty warm fabric at the lower hem of the top, a shudder running down my spine as I pull slightly at the sweat-soaked fabric and feel the weight of my chest shift as if to anticipate it's escape.
A loud groan fills my apartment as I pull the bra violently forward, the heaving masses of fatty flesh quickly flopping out one after the other as I shift the new opening about with one hand and adjust my new assets with another.
The skin feels like its stretching for a moment, straining under the sheer weight of each of the massive breasts as they sag slightly and shift away from one another. For a second I blind myself, whipping the bra up and over my head with a yelp as my hair catches in it, before finally tossing the sweaty attire into my study.
Looking down I'm met with much the same view blocking rack as I had before, the unrestrained mass hanging lower but no longer bound back as it had while within the bra. The huge udders slope downwards slightly, their full heft leaving them hanging in a massive teardrop shop. Sitting as the peak of each slope in a small perky pink nub, the delicate nipples being surrounded by small bright pink areola.
"Fuck.. me...." I wheeze, shaking my shoulders a little as I feel and watch the huge breasts wobble and shake from side to side. I feel my skin stick to the sweaty underside of my jiggling flesh, the pockets of warm moist air and the peeling sensation as they adjust and shift off leaving my shuddering in discomfort.
Staggering into the bedroom I quickly pace to my wardrobe, my arms reaching out as I immediately bump into my tits. Looking down I huff, staring at the pale flesh as the bulbous teardrops easily overflow my chest and spill into the direct path of my arms. Deciding to learn how to deal with this later I simply bump and jostle my new rack as I quickly begin to fish around she a shirt that will fit.
Immediate comfort is what I yearn for, what I need, however each shirt I pull out looks remarkably tight around... well around the chest. Stretching something out simply doesn't sound like something I wanted to do right now, a low sight soon coming from my lips as I look over to my 'Pajamas'. I quickly snatch out the well oversized black shirt, the damn thing hanging on my old body like a tent and making for a very comfortable bed-shirt in the winter.
Grumbling uner my breath I slide the shirt over my head, the baggy cotton draping down to my thighs as the sheer bulk helps to hide the killer curves I now sported.
Before I can leave I catch the sight of something else, a yellow flannel long-sleeve hanging up in the wardrobe that practically calls to me. Yanking it out I quickly slide my arms into the sleeves, the baggy top needing it's sleeves rolled up left my hands become lost in the warm heavy fabric.
Sadly however, I can't button the damn thing up, at least not all the way. It cinches around my waist loosely, however, as it reaches my chest proper I soon find the buttons simply failing to reach the holes on the other side.
"Good enough..." I grumble, kicking off my shoes and tugging the small white ankle socks with my toes as I reveal a cute and dainty set of feet with freshly trimmed and painted white nails. Hopping and wriggling on my way out I tug off the yoga pants, letting them drop to the ground as I prance out of the bedroom with just a set of unseen panties covering my bloated perky rear and my flat new crotch.
Staggering into the kitchen, my face growing red as I feel my new tits bounce and grind against the soft cotton of my shirt, I quickly grab a bottle of scotch from my liquor shelf. In a matter of seconds I move from opening the bottle to pouring and then downing a shot, my face puckering and wincing almost painfully as the smoky oaked spirit burns at my mouth.
It's a fight to swallow it down, my mouth soon begging for anything to use as a chaser despite the relative quality of this particular bottle.
"What the fuck..." I whine, the breathy voice filling my apartment making me sound momentarily like the bimbo I appeared to be. "This is bullshi..." I huff,the churning of my stomach demanding I drink something else left I bring that shot back up.
Grumbling loudly I grab a bottle of white wine from the fridge, a cheap one that had been a little too sweet for my old taste. After pouring myself the largest glass I can I quickly take a swig, the fruity and sickly sweet drink lingering in my mouth for a moment before it seems to be taken as acceptable to my new taste buds.
"God I fucking hate..." I begin to grumble, downing the whole glass in a matter of moments before pouring another.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Looking up I slip behind the hooked corner of the kitchen counter in an effort to hide my lower body. Had I locked that fucking thing? My eyes dart around the room in search for the key only to turn up nothing.
The handle begins to turn with a click, the door not even needing to be unlocked thanks to my haste to get inside and out of the damned hallway.
"Go aw..." I begin to shout only for the door to swing open as...
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