"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 Gracie barges her way into the room with a frustrated scowl across her face.
I huff out a sharp squeak as the long greasy hair is forced from my eyes, my gaze darting up as I come to look at the frustrated and seemingly disgusted young goth woman as she stands over me with a faint twitch in her dark painted lip. Bags rest under her dulled hazel eyes, the thick layer of black winged eyeliner doing little to hide the exhaustion or lack of sleep that is weighing down on her tired pale face.
The scent of cigarette smoke quickly follows her in, the billowing scent of cheap tobacco seeping out of her clothes as the large green apron covering her torso and thighs shakes slightly in the draft from the door.
Despite the smell however her clothes appear freshly laundered and ironed. Her slender and modest frame stands clad in a set of tight black dress pants with a long ironed crease up the legs and a crisp starched white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves to reveal her thin pale arms
"Really?" Gracie scoffs, looking down at me as she bites rather firmly on her bottom lip before pouting. Her eyes shift between my bloated jiggling form, the set of ugly plain granny panties resting beside me and the pile of sealed up clothes beneath me as her pierced nose crinkles up.
"Gra..." I croak out, my heart hammering so heavily in my chest that it leave me ears ringing.
"You're fucking kidding me!" the young goth snaps, her lips twisting into a snarl as she kicks the set of panties towards me in disgust. "You get made assistant manager and you immediately blow your fucking raise on... on clothes that don't even fit a... a..." she rambles, her train of thought derailing as she takes a deep breath.
Reaching over I take the oversized cotton panties, my stomach dropping as I glance down at my fat stretch mark riddled thighs and the thick layer of flab covering my wide hips and abdomen. As I fumble with the panties Gracie's eyes narrow on my before she suddenly gestures with her hand.
"Come on!" she snaps, her voice chirping in an exacerbated fashion. "It's like a two minute walk, how the fuck are you not ready?"
My gaze darts back to the goth girl, my eyes wide in confusion as my blank expression seemingly only causes the young woman more frustration. I watch as she shoves a hand into her aprons front pocket, her fingers fishing around for a moment before producing a large set of keys as a gentle metal rattling fills the room.
"Tom says you have to do the morning count remember?" Gracie grumbles, her eyes rolling as she turns around to give me some semblance of privacy. "Just 'cause I was short... like... a few times when opening and closing by myself..."
Lost in the moment, drowning in the confusing situation I had found myself in, I simply move reactively. Groaning loudly, my belly fat squishing and my heavy sagging chest laying and resting atop my overly bloated stomach, I reach down towards my soft and squishy legs before sliding them into the set of plain white panties.
A cold pit roils in my stomach, my insides tying themselves into knots as I slide the soft cotton up my legs before stretching the fabric to it's limit to fit the underwear over my blubbery thighs and heavy ass cheeks.
"... Not my fault Tom didn't want to hire any more..." Gracie huffs under her breath, the sound of her heavy combat boots soon echoing through my apartment as she plods over to a set of sneakers by my door. She gives them a quickly glance, the massive men's shoes obviously not fitting the dainty feet I had accidentally found myself with.
"Guess you did need some new..." she mumbles, kicking them away from the door as if to get them ready for me. As I release the elastic band of the panties with a harsh snap I can't help but let out a hoarse yelp, the noise quickly drawing Gracie's attention back towards me.
"Good!" she snaps, trudging over before reaching out to one of my arms. I wince along with her as I feel her fingers sink into the thick layer of flab draping over my upper arm, the sensation of her grip digging into the soft flesh beneath the oversized anime sweater leaving us both uncomfortable.
Groaning loudly Gracie begins to pull back, the young goth struggling to pull me to my feet and out of the clothing pile as I too grunt and groan as I'm dredged up from my feet. The heft of my shorter yet far heavier form quickly becomes apparent to me as I'm forced to stand, my joints pop and click as new folds of flab make themselves known while I'm forced to struggle with my heavy warped center of gravity.
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...
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