Early Retirement - Part Four

"Please take a seat Mr Hughes" the short woman says, her finger pointing towards the oversized seat. "I'll be back in a moment with a change of clothes and some... necessary equipment. Might I inquire where you might be going after this?" she asks, her question coming in quickly before I can ask anything about the equipment. "Just so we aren't letting you leave dressed improperly."

"Oh..." I mumble, bringing a hand to my chin as I begin to think. I hadn't locked any idea down entirely. The only thing I had cared about was finding somewhere cheap to live, preferably a place that was also nice and relaxing for a long and calm retirement.

Hemming and hawing for a moment I eventually pipe up, the middle-aged woman looking almost frustrated with the delay in answering a simple question.

"Well I suppose I was planning on driving to the beach, places that aren't tourist hot spots and that are more than a few hours from a main road make for some cheap homes and decent sunbathing" I muse, grinning a little at the thought of spending the rest of my days lounging on warm sands and floating in the surf.

The short woman huffs slightly, her dark brown eyes rolling almost out of her skull as she begins to shuffle off. "Spoken like a touri..." she begins to grumble, her short legs hurriedly carrying her out of ear shot.

 

As the receptionist walks away I slowly turn back towards the ominous seat resting in the middle of the room. High and wide plush armrests practically enclose the chair, raising up high enough to reach my shoulders or even act as an additional head rest should I slump to one side or the other. The light brown fabric is fortunately covered in what I can only assume is a disposable plastic sheet, my body shivering slightly at the thought as to why such a protective layer would be needed.

After only a few steps I pivot, collapsing back into the seat as I feel the thick pads of memory foam yield to my heavy frame. I quickly sink in, the plastic sheet crinkling and squeaking against itself as I soon find myself in a position where I may need help to get back out.

Wriggling slightly in the chair, wincing as my ears are filled with the terrible sound of the plastic shifting around me, I'm soon met with the sight of the receptionist as she hurriedly waddles back into the room with a bundle of clothes in hand.

My eyes go wide and my heart sinks as I spot the top item, a large and 'well-worn' padded light gray bra, the massive cups being sizeable enough to likely fit around the short woman's head.

"I apologize for this..." she states, her saccharine sweet voice making it hard to believe her sincerity. "The only thing in your size was this underwire" she continues, nodding towards the ridged and less than comfortable looking undergarment.

She quickly paces over to me, her brow furrowing as she begins to place down the items beside be one after another.

My eyes dart between the bra and oversized black tank-top that was meant to sit atop it. I cringe as I stare at the plunging neckline and the lack of sleeves along with the almost tent-like nature of the loose fabric, my mind reeling at the idea that I would soon be fitting into that rather comfortably. The shuddering only grows worse as a set of extremely wide black panties as dropped beside me, the faint discoloration in the crotch quickly letting me know whether these were new or used.

"You will need to put this on first..." the woman mutters, placing what appears to be a sad deflated balloon with a firm elastic band around the opening onto the panties. I give her a quizzical look, only for the woman to glance at my groin.

"It will help keep things clean" she states in a matter of fact tone, my cheeks turning red as what she means finally sinks in. "We can freeze or dispose of it once we're done here.

Before I can say anything in response she places down a set of stretchy black thermal tights, the elastic and heat trapping material leaving me slightly confused since I had told her I was going to the beach after all was said and done. With a loud thud she drops the last set of items to the ground, a pair of large horn-rimmed glasses resting atop a pair of socks and a set of worn heavy boots.

 

I sit staring at the smaller yet certainly wider set of clothes for a moment, only to be brought out of my malaise by the tutting of the receptionist.

"Come on..." she huffs, turning away as she begins to plod out of the room. "I'll give you a few minutes to change. Trust me, it'll be easier to get out of your clothes now compared to later."

As she shuffles out she quickly slams the door shut behind her, the sound proofing in the room leaving be alone with the sound of my hammering heart and short sharp breath. My eyes dart beneath the various items of clothing before the urgency of the situation hits me, my hands darting to the bottom of my shirt before I quickly whip it up and over my head.

Tossing the black shirt to the side I quickly reach for the tank top, only to pause as I look to the bra. "God damn it..." I wheeze, grabbing at the worn and sweat stained thing as I catch the almost worn-away 'H' label. Raising it to my bare chest I spin to around, getting the hooks in place before spinning it around so that the massive cups hang from my flat chest.

"Fuck me..." I sigh, holding the bra in place over my nipples as I snatch up the tank top before wriggling my head and one arm through the wide yawning holes. Swapping hands I keep the bra stable while I get my other arm in place, the top soon leaving me swimming in a wide yet somewhat correct length tank.

Sighing I let go of the bra, my whole body shuddering as I feel the straps shift over my shoulders and the cups slide down towards my stomach. "Just grab it after..." I mutter, unbuckling my belt and my jeans as I kick off my sneakers. I groan as I tug down my boxers and my pants, the end catching on my shoes a I'm forced to lean over the edge of the seat to finally tug them all free into one large and poorly organized pile.

As I twist back towards the tights and panties I freeze, my hand hovering over the sad little balloon as I feel my stomach drop. Wincing as I grab the deflated bulb of rubber I stretch the opening between my fingers, finding it fighting back just enough to keep itself sealed yet yielding enough to allow for a somewhat comfortable fit. "This is so..." I huff, reaching down as I take my flaccid cock and shove it unceremoniously into the neck of the device. My words are cut short as I let the elastic seal around the base, my body jumping in its seat as I feel the rubber come to rest around the sensitive organ.

I quickly wank up the panties and the thermal leggings as I hear the door handle jiggle from across the room, the loose underwear snapping firmly against me in a crumple mess as the leggings cling to my lower half.

 

"Are you..." the older woman calls out, not even waiting for me to answer or for her to finish her question before she slides into the room with a large IV drip in tow. Pacing around the discarded clothes she smirks at the sight of me, my tall yet skinny frame clad in clothes that were too wide and short for me for the most part.

As she wheels the drip beside me she holds out a hand. "Arm" she states, her hand snatching my wrist as I move to gingerly reach for her. The decision to give me a short sleeved, or in this case no sleeved, shirt becomes apparent as she quickly searches for a vein before beginning to swab at my skin.

"What is..." I begin to ask, only for the woman to finish her cleaning as she takes a large needle and lines it up with my pale flesh. 

"Glucose..." she states, exhaling slowly as she plunges the needle into my arm and begins to strap it down with a series of adjustable bands. "Your new build is a bit on the hefty side..." she explains, adjusting a knob as the lukewarm fluid begins to flow into my arm.

The receptionist quickly paces around behind the seat, the sound of clattering wires soon coming from behind me as she paces around to the other side of the seat. Before I can even react she jabs a needle into my upper arm, the pressure causing me to wince as a dull warmth begins to spread up to my shoulder.

"... You'll need that sugar to build the fat your body will be trying to produce" she explains, holding up two wires with suction cups dangling from the ends. "For your new breasts... " she mutters, placing one cup to my temple. "... your rear..." she continues, attaching the remaining wire to the other side of my head.

"... And really..." she coos, a slight chuckle slipping from her lips as she waddles back over to the desk. "... all of you" she finished, tapping a single key at the computer as the room begins to practically vibrate around me.

 

It takes a moment for me to realize that the room itself isn't vibrating, more so it is my own body. Heat rapidly builds and flood every inch of me as I feel flush from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. A heady guttural growl fills the room as my stomach groans loudly, a sudden urge to vomit appearing from nowhere and then vanishing just as quickly as the contents of my stomach are chewed up a ready material for what was to come.

My chest aches as I feel something begin to build beneath my taut skin, my eyes beginning to water as I quickly remember to hold the cups of the bra in place. I glance up at the IV bag, watching the sugary liquid flow down and into my arm as I feel my chest grown painfully tight.

A loud series of cracks quickly steal my attention away from my chest as I feel my hips begin to press awkwardly against my skin, my breath soon catching in my chest as it feel as thought my own body is about to pop to tear out from inside of me. The sharp stabbing ache of my bones is soon eased as a soft layer of squishy flab begins to build around the widening pelvis inside of my, the jabbing of my shifting bones giving way to more of the pained bloating that was becoming a great deal of concern on my chest.

As if taking its cue, I feel the flesh around my chest suddenly loosen as the bulbous mounds are finally set free to flood out into the waiting cups of the bra. I can only sigh with relief as the aching pain subsides, the sense of fear soon giving way for discomfort as the straps suddenly begin to dig into my shoulders.

My stomach growls louder and louder as I feel my belly begin to inflate, the gargling from inside my abdomen soon growing muffled by a thick layer of fat that bulges out beneath the tanktop. My eyes go wide as I stare at the massive mound of flesh, my skin stretching and forming unseen streaks and marks thanks to its bloated state, before it suddenly begins to ease out and spread down into my legs and rear.

Before long I can feel my ass inflate to a wild degree, the thick and warm tights growing taut and my panties stretching and pull into an almost form-fitting hug around my massive stretch-mark gripped cheeks.

As my thighs thicken I feel my cock begin to twitch, the quivering mass becoming lost in the warm plush of my legs. Letting out a whimpering moan I writhe in my seat, my voice raising octave after octave as rope after rope of hot cum surges out from my rapidly diminishing cock and into the waiting bag. It only takes a matter of seconds before I feel the sensation stop, the cinching elastic falling pathetically from me as I'm left with the fluid filled balloon squashed beneath my thighs.

A curtain of light brown hair begins to fall around my face as my vision begins to twist, a sudden bolt of static coursing its way from one temple to another as I feel my head begin to ache. The strands of hair grow blurrier and blurrier as my vision shifts, the once clear foreground becoming a hazy mess while the distant wall and receptionist remains in view and focus until eventually becoming lost in the mop of messy hair.

I'm forced to grit my teeth as the shocks running through my sensitive gray-matter become more and more common. Pathways are mapped and destroyed at a rapid rate, my mind growing dull as parts of it are rapidly re-written or simply destroyed so that someone else may take them. In return new pathways are formed, my head throbbing painfully as though I had been up for days studying before finally coming to a numbed and dulled resting point.

I barely notice the finishing touches as my brain recovers from its onslaught, my ears forming two small pierced holes while my face softens out with rounded  cheeks. My bones creek as my joints rapidly age, my body flashing with heat as it degrades through a decade of wear and tear in a matter of seconds.

Struggling to think straight I feel as the suction cups are pulled from my temples, the needles soon being tugged from my arm as a bit of gauze and tape are applied to the pin-prick hole. My vision is restored as the wall of hair is parted and the glasses are slid onto the bridge of my nose, my gaze falling onto and tracking the receptionist as she struggles not to laugh at the sight of me.

"Try not to lose these..." she states, patting a glasses before walking back towards the desk. "They're your only pair, we'll send your prescription to you once we're..." she states, reaching the desk before leaning down to grab something.

With a slight struggle she heaves something up, my gaze falling on the shimmering surface of a mirror as she holds it up for me. "...Done..."

 

I stare slack-jawed at the woman in the reflection, my dulled mind struggling to even understand that I was simply looking at myself. Thick long light brown hair cascades down around my shoulders, the sweaty mass in desperate need of a wash as it frames my soft and rounded face. Between the bright blue eyes and the somewhat familiar features I can't help but compare the woman in the mirror to my mother and aunt, the forty year old in the reflection seeming more like their younger sister than their son and nephew. My delicate jawline is lost in a layer of subtle fat, my chin and cheeks not escaping the [Chubby] trait I had taken for better or for worse.

Looking lower my stomach churns, the massive pale cleavage filling the bra sitting on full display beneath the plunging neck of the loose tack top. The size of the top suddenly makes sense as I sink into the seat, the wide and tall tank easily accommodating my flabby bulge of a belly as well as hanging low enough to act as a dress to keep me modest in the tights. Between the mammoth udders I had purchased and the enormous hips and rear I had taken the most prominent features of my mother and aunt, the pear shaped lower half of my mother now seemingly being balanced out by the heaving bust of my aunt on my aged up body.

Stretching out from beneath the tank top I spy my legs, the leggings now pulled tight over my inflated thighs and calves while I feel it pull firmly against my flat crotch.

 

"You look marvelous..." the receptionist coos, obviously enjoying my dumbstruck look. "... for your age I mean. I'm going to fetch a jacket..." she states, biting her lower lip as she fights back a giggle. "... Now that I have a better sense of your... size."

The woman practically skips out of the room despite her own sift and doughy frame, the older and now closer to my own age woman giddy at the sight of the youngish man turned chubby contemporary. As she slips out the door I try to move my body only to find the seat holding me tight. Squirming weakly I feel the foul sensation of the warm fluid filled balloon between my legs, my hand weakly reaching down as I slide it beneath the waist bands of my tights and panties in search of the offending item.

I wince as my fingers trace through a thick pelt of pubic hair, a damp warm heat reaching my finger tips as they run down past a set of sensitive lips. I jump as my palm reaches my crotch, my thick and larger nipples firming up into the padding of my bra as I squirm in my seat.

"God fucking..." I pant, my breath growing short as I listen to my feminine yet slightly husky voice weakly whisper from my plush lips.

With one swift motion I snatch the balloon from between my legs and pull it out from my pants, my heart fluttering in my chest as my body yearns for continued exploration. Exhaling with a shuddering breath I stare in awe and horror at what was left of my manhood, a sad little sack of cum clutched between my soft and feminine fingers.

"Okay..." I pant, shifting in my seat as I try to find a way to push up and out of the seat. "First things first, I'm going to..."