Changing Clothes - Part Five

With another yank I'm tugged forward, the goth girl quickly nudging the now oversized shoes towards me as I stumble into them. Clothes from the pile scatter across my floor as I'm pulled and yanked towards the door and the corridor beyond.

"Come on..." Gracie huffs, her hand release my arm before grabbing my own sweaty palm. "I am not starting my shift late again..."

As I'm dragged out the door I manage to grab A handful of the strange sealed clothing, my fingers finding purchase on various bulging packages. My fingers dig into several of the pink plastic bags, the fabric inside each yielding as I tighten my grip around them.

One after another tumble from my grasp, my stomach sinking as the sight of the packages bouncing off the hardwood floor before I quickly bring the remaining three packages to my heavily sagging chest as I clutch the packages as tightly as I can.

The sound of jingling keys ring in my ear as Gracie snatches my apartment keys from a small hook by the door, the goth pausing for a moment as she glances down at the shoes on the floor.

"Come on!" she snaps, kicking one of the sneakers as it bounces off my foot. "Do I have to do everything for you?"

I stagger and stumble along after the now disconcertingly taller goth girl, my mind struggling to really think of a plan out of this situation as it's bombarded with an assault of new odd sensations. My eyes go wide as we reach the stair, the bottom of the stairwell appearing to blur as I remember the set of thinly framed glasses laying on my apartment floor.

"I forgot..." I being to whimper, my body lurching forward awkwardly as Gracie drags me forcefully onto the steps. I wince and let out a hoarse husky yelp as I feel my knees pop and hips grind as my bloated and jiggly body stumbles down the stairs, the heaving flab of my chest thankfully remaining somewhat restrained by my arm and the packages clutched against it.

The rest of my body however simply roils and shakes with each heavy footfall, my thighs wobbling and grinding against each other while my belly and oversized ass shake violently while the wooden steps beneath me creak worryingly.

Sweat rapidly builds across my brow and in the rolls of flab surrounding my body, my heart soon hammering in my chest not due to embarrassment and fear but out of a terrible exertion that my body was seemingly not used to.

"No time" Gracie huffs, panting a little herself as she races down the stairs and towards the lobby. As we reach the landing I can feel droplets of sweat drip from my face, my double chin shaking slightly with each panting and straining breath. Gracie however does not appear to care in the slightest, the young goth woman firming up her grip around my sweaty hand before yanking be forward and towards the exit.

A faint drizzle of rain dances across the pavement outside, the fine mist thankfully acting to cool down my quickly overheated body. However, as the cold water coats my skin I can't help but shiver in disgust as the cooling sensation runs against the foul layer of sweat and grease coating me thanks to my foul unwashed hair.

My face burns bright red, my squishy and rounded face growing an almost glowing crimson as I'm dragged along behind Gracie. From the corners of my eyes I spy other pedestrians passing us by, their sideways glances at my wobbling and bloated body simply leaving my stomach sinking as a deep embarrassment and nervousness grips me.

With each unsteady step I feel my oversized sweater creep up my oversized and flab filled thighs. Tears well up in my eyes only to become lost in the rain and sweat, the fact my ass and panties were beginning to show not being lost on me in the slightest as the cellulite and stretch mark riddle flesh is put on display to the world.

Lost in my own thoughts, I'm only snapped back to reality as I feel the tugging from Gracie cease. Looking to the young woman I watch as she quickly fumbles with the large key ring in search of the right one, her arm wiping some droplets of rain water from her face before she finally finds what she is looking for.

In a swift flowing motion she quickly plunges the key into the doors lock, shoving the door open before twisting to pull me close and shoving me inside.

 

Staggering into the dim and dark cafe interior I'm met with only the sound of my own heavy footsteps and the sound of my heart straining in my skull. This body was certainly less than fit and healthy, the short race down the stairs and the jog down the street leaving me on the verge of vomiting out of exhaustion and over exertion.

As Gracie closes the door she begins to turn on the lights, large bulbs flickering to life overhead and bathing the quaint little coffee shop in warm welcoming light. The soft pattering of rain rumbles from the window, the stomping of Gracie's combat boots hammering over the gentle soothing sound as she walks past me and towards the cash register.

She quickly jams a small key into the machine before turning away and looking towards the espresso machine, the young barista quickly moving across to fiddle with the frankly confusing device as she begins to turn dials and flick switches beyond my limited understanding.

"Can you just do the fucking count?" Gracie grumbles, a hiss of steam following her hate filled tone as if to be a veiled threat. I jump a little as I look to the register, my gaze quickly darting to Gracie and then down to the pink packaged clothing pressed to my chest.

The Clothes!

Swallowing hard I look to the back of the cafe, my gaze falling on the bathroom door as my heart skips a beat.

"Uh... sure..." I croak, my voice rumbling out nervously as I pluck at the lower hem of my sweater in an effort to properly cover myself. "I just... I just nee to use the toilet..." I whimper weakly, my body lurching forwards as I race as fast of my heavy frame can manage towards the door.

 

Whatever Gracie has said to me I simply don't hear it, her words getting lost in the sharp his of pain as my wide hips and thighs clip the edge of a table before I manage to tumble in through the bathroom door before slamming it shut behind me. 

"Fucking... ouch..." I whine, biting at my plush lower lip as I rub the already sore and definitely bruised reddened flesh on my thigh. "Stupid fucking..." I huff, my words falling short as I catch movement in the mirror.

As I whip around I find myself staring at a terrifyingly familiar reflection, my jaw dropping and mouth hanging open as I simply lock my gaze to the same bright blue eyes I had seen every day now resting in an entirely new face.

The young woman, seemingly in her mid-twenties, looks almost like some imagined sister I had never had. Long greasy light brown hair hangs in a tangle down around my shoulder, the heavily split ends and knots screaming that this woman simply didn't take care of herself.

The same could be said just by looking at her flabby features and deep dark bags under her eyes, a mixture of poor diet and exercise working along with an obvious lack of sleep to leave her bloated with heaving layers of fat while oil and blemishes marred her complexion.

I quickly place the packages in the sink, my thick fingers reaching up to poke and prod at my rosy red rounded cheeks and my double chin as a shiver runs down my spine.

"I... I need to get out of..." I whimper, coughing heavily as I feel my chest and belly jiggle beneath the oversized sweater. I barely even think about what I'm doing as I grab the sweater, tugging the warm yet fairly wet fabric up and over my head with no small amount of difficulty. The greasy mass of hair tumbles down around my head as I reach down, my whole body shuddering as I feel the fat yield around my fingers and the waistband of my underwear as I tug the ugly granny panties down before kicking them away.

As I glance down at the sink I catch a glimpse of my chest and stomach in the bottom of my vision. Pale and sagging, both the drooping breasts and heavy bulging stomach, I feel my blood run cold as I stare for a moment and the thick blue veins and red capillaries that rest near the surface of the stretched out flesh.

Snatching up the first of the pink packages I quickly tear it open, my gaze falling on the name on the plastic as I mutter it aloud to myself.

"Becca" I muse, my shoulders slumping as I quickly make a sad realization. My pudgy fingers hold up the pleated white skirt and a tight bright pink crop top, the delicate and cutesy clothes being several sizes too small for my overweight frame.

"Shit..." I groan, my heart beginning to pick up its pace again as a concern begins to grip at the edges of my mind. "Will these... will anything fit..." I mutter, swallowing hard as I watch my chins wiggle. "...This?"

With no small amount of panic I reach towards the next package, my gaze darting to the little label of 'Kylie' before I quickly pull a tiny sparkly purple leotard from the bag as my stomach sinks to depths I didn't think were possible.

Sure, the fabric was stretchy but in comparison to my wide and flabby body I couldn't help but worry I would tear the damn thing apart before I could even get it up past my overwhelming thighs. The tears quickly return to my eyes as I toss the leotard back into it's bag, the sound of Gracie's muffled voice from outside inching in through the door.

"Come on!" Gracie shouts, her voice distant but sharp enough to be made out through the thick wooden door. "Hurry up in there, for fucks sake you'd think..." she rambles, her voice trailing off as the dim of ambient music begins to play throughout the cafe.

With my breath coming out in ragged anxious gasps as I pull the last bag open with shaking hands. As I pull out of set of old black skinny jeans a wave of defeat crashes over me, my lips quivering as I hold up the bag.

"Claire... god damn..." I whimper, my eyes going wide as I read the name on the bag only to feel something heavy jostle around inside it. Reaching inside I feel something thick and warm, a fingers soon wrapping around the fuzzy fabric before yanking out the large oversized shawl.

It's clearly hand-made, the dark brown material having been lined with a hand knitted chunky wool along with a hem of floral patterns that are obviously amateurish. It's easily over three feet long once wrapped around a person, the heavy shawl acting more as a jacket or cape for the wearer than as the scarf or accessory it was meant to be.

"Yes!" I shout loudly, not even worrying about Gracie hearing. I quickly whip the shawl around my shoulders, wrapping it around again and again before pinning it in place with the help of a small metal safety pin around the collar.

 

I'm forced to brace myself against the sink as I feel my whole body shudder, the bone crunching ripple running down my spine before spreading out to my arms and legs. The flab wobbles around my limbs and stomach for far longer after the initial shock rips through me, the sensation of the loose fat tightening up with each aftershock.

The air is forced from my lungs as I feel my torso tighten, my bones creaking and snapping as my skin pulls in like the strings of a corset. Grease and animal fat clings to my breath as I exhale, the additional bloat rapidly escaping my body by any means necessary as I quickly feel my thighs recede from toughing each other and my chest rise up and away from resting on my belly.

The tightening in my chest continues to the point I struggle to even gasp for breath, the shawl rapidly dropping down around my delicate and narrowed shoulders as a modest shelf of perky flesh holds the thick wool out from the chest. Mt hips pop and crackle as they shrink down, the wide childbearing hips narrowing rapidly as rapidly diminishing and slender legs shake violently as I struggle to stand.

With a series of pops I feel my ass grow taut and tight, a set of perky and pert cheeks forming before the skin snaps tight and then eases off into a more natural state. My chest soon follows suit as the modest yet still nicely proportioned mounds sag ever so slightly beneath the shawl. In an instant my face is meat with a painful sounding crunch as my vision fades momentarily, the subtle blur turning to darkness and then to a crisp clear image as I feel thick and full hairs dance around my face.

Staring ahead and into the mirror I'm met with another odd sight.

The same eyes stare back at me, the familiar bright blue pools now looking out from a slightly almond shaped socket. Delicate and sharp, the cute and overly feminine features almost looking French or at least with France somewhere back in her ancestry.

Stepping back I find myself standing an inch or two taller, probably at around five foot five, the long pale and hairless legs kicking out beneath me in a testing manner as I spy the slim bony limbs along with the faint hint of muscle beneath. Long light brown hair hangs around my head as I look down, thick and poorly trimmed strands resting in an uneven wolf cut that appears homemade and likely drunkenly so.

Reveling in the warmth of the shawl I can't dare to remove it, the desire to see what lay beneath failing to win out over the fact that the shawl was the only think keeping my rather frail body from freezing in the cold air around me.

"Wild..." I mutter, the cute young woman in her early twenties in the mirror mouthing out the soft and breathy words along with me. "This is..." I muse, shaking my head as I grab the vintage jeans from the sink before stepping into them. For a moment I glance to the discarded panties, the thought of wearing them to at least have some underwear quickly being outweighed by the worry of becoming 'Melody' once again.

Wriggling into the jeans is easy enough, my lack of much fat or any real assets bellow the waist simply meaning I need to jump just a little to get the tight pants up and over my soft subtle thighs and pert rear. I wince as I button and zip the jeans up, an errant pubic hair getting caught as plucked as I purse my soft pouty pink lips.

"Son of a..." I whimper, blinking back tears as my long eyelashes flutter with each movement. I hurriedly pack the sweater and underwear into the 'Claire' bag before bundling up all the pink packages in my arms.

With one last look at the cute young woman in the mirror I take a deep breath, my foot pushing the door open as I step back out into the cafe.