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?"

Changing Clothes - Part Four

"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.

Changing Clothes - Part Three

As I begin to turn the package over I find the salmon pink continuing to the sealed lip of the envelope, the only pop of color in the plastic as the rest shifts to acting like a clear window to the clothing and accessories inside.

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.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Seven

I'm snapped from my thought with the jingle of metal beside my ear. Turning around I look over at Rachel, the elderly woman jingling a set of keys at me with a grin spread across her lips. Cocking an eyebrow my gaze darts between her, the keys and the island as I try to work out just where I would be staying.

"Are those..." I begin to ask, pausing as Rachel rolls her eyes.

"Your room keys? Yes, and you have no idea how difficult it was to get them" Rachel sighs, placing the shimmering silver key into my palm. I look at the elderly woman in confusion, my eye twitching slightly as I try to wrap my head around her words.

"Difficult?..." I muse, looking down at the key before looking for Victoria in the crowd amassed around the railing. "I thought you said Victoria was desperate to have Luci come" I hiss through gritted teeth, watching as the older woman shrugs her shoulders slightly.

"She did..." she says with a croaking giggle. "We just didn't RSVP in time. Don't worry though, we found space for you... barely..." she explains, sighing a little.

"Where..." I begin to grumble, only to be cut off by Rachel.

"Oh Luci, with such late notice... We pulled some strings and managed to find you room in one of the cabins. Hopefully they finished the maintenance" Rachel explains, raising one of the wine glasses to her lips as she takes a long thoughtful sip. "It is on the far side of the island though, hence the maintenance, hopefully the fresh paint smell will be aired out before we..."

The older woman pauses mid-sentence as she looks at me, her gaze narrowing as she notices a brief fleeting look of relief spread across my adorable face.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Six

"Oli... Oli!" she shouts, waving her hand around to get the attention of someone in the crowd. Rachel joins in to, whistling with her fingers before shooting me a broad and excited grin. I look around in confusion, my gaze darting between the two older woman as they both seem more like giddy gossipy school girls rather than the aging matriarchs they were.

"Yes, you!" shouts Victoria, rolling her eyes as she sighs a little. "Are there any other Oli... Look who it is!"

"Bring a glass would you?!" Rachel shouts, her gaze meeting my own as she seems to watch me with predatory intent. "I'm sure she would really appreciate the favor. She's been dying to see you again after all this time."

I hastily whip my head around, my hair quickly falling around my face like a wild mane as I look into the crowd in a panic. I watch as various guests, none of whom I know look at me with some faint sense of recognition before returning to their conversations.

Suddenly, I catch someone moving in my peripheral vision as a glass of cold bubbling wine is held out in front of me. Staggering back slightly I spin in place, catching myself from tumbling head over heels as I stare in shock at a lightly tan dark haired athletic young man holding out a glass of champagne for me.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Five

"I... I..." I stammer, my heart racing as I wriggle in place excitedly. My mouth hangs open, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman as she begins to shuffle towards the stairs up.

"Oh don't stand there with you mouth agape, are you trying to catch flies?" she coos, obviously enjoying my reaction to some degree. "Come on, it's time to..." she begins to state, not even getting halfway through her thought as I bound up the stairs.

"Thank you!" I cry back, rounding the corner and up further flights of stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" she calls out, causing me to nearly topple over myself as I grind to a halt mid-stride up the steps.

"To... uh... get changed?" I stammer, skipping back down the stairs a few steps at a time. "I mean, I just assumed that..."

"You'll have plenty of time to get changed" Rachel states cocking an eyebrow. "I just need to get something for Victoria. You can wait in the taxi, we have a long trip ahead of us." I stand at the base of the stairs as I watch the older matronly woman slowly climb the steps, her withered hand clutching at the railing as she slowly strides up and around the corner.

Blinking rapidly I twist and turn, the bag whipping around along with my long wavy hair as I look between where the elderly woman had vanished towards the upper floors and the taxi waiting outside. Swallowing hard I race out towards the idling car, my stumbling stride soon correcting itself as my muscle memory forces my legs into a practiced jog.

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Four

"Almost done..." I sigh, panting slightly as I plunge my hands beneath the surface of the water as I begin to scrub a pan caked in dried on cheese sauce. I jump with a start as I feel someone grab me from behind, a hard throbbing object pressing in between my plump behind as arms snake around my waist.

"Have I told you how wonderful you are lately?" croons the deep voice of Haley's Husband Alex, his stubbly face brushing against my cheek as he begins to plant soft and gently kisses on my face.

"I...uh..." I squeak and stammer, my mind reeling as I suddenly find my body burning at his touch and desperate for more. The dull and subtle itch suddenly ramps up into a deep and gnawing need, my body practically screaming its demand for more and more from the man behind me. "H...Hi..." I mumble, my hips beginning to rock and gyrate as I massage the thick and firm object pressed between my ass cheeks.

"Sorry I had to leave early today honeybun" he sighs, moaning out in a little gasps as my grinding seems to have a serious effect on him. "Mr Taylor booked the team meeting for... You know what..." he explains, stopping himself as his hands inch down and begin to fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans. 

"How about I just make it up to you properly?" he whispers, nibbling at my ear and tugging at my jeans as my knees begin to shake and my breath grows sharp and short.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Four

The back office is positively tiny, having been used solely by Rachel prior to the accidental creation of her helpful school-skipping granddaughter. The slender rectangular room is flanked to the right side with a long desk, an old LCD display and piles of papers yet to be filed sit resting atop the flimsy and disposable piece of furniture. A phone hangs on the back wall, the old device and it's aging yellow plastic having been mounted there decades ago only to never really get updated.

The seat is the only nice piece of furniture in the office, the large and extremely well padded black leather seat being comfortable enough to sleep in and large enough to not be constantly bumping into the armrests. The cushioning along the back careful contort the spine, providing support and promote good posture. Rachel had originally bought it to help with pain and discomfort brought on by sitting all day with her slouched back, however, more recently it had simply been training 'her granddaughter' to set with perfect posture and with her chest press outward.

Booting up the aging computer beneath the desk, the white plastic shell and the purple buttons showing a multitude of scuffs and scrapes along with a mounting layer of dust, the screen flickers to life. Crossing my legs daintily I spin to look at the screen, shuffling myself closer as I try to navigate the cramped pace of the back room. With undo speed I quickly begin to tap at the keys, logging into the account Rachel had set up after my first accidental day as her youngest granddaughter. Navigating the old system had become second nature in this body, my delicate digits quickly whipping the mouse around to open up a multitude of programs and webpages in preparation for the day.

"Alright" I chirp, brushing some of my long and wild hair behind my ear. "Time to get to work."

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Four

"Look at the big man" she coos softly, keeping her voice to a breath whisper as I feel it tickle at my neck. "Maybe we can see who can lift more before we leave, winner gets to decide when Jordan comes back and how long Jess sticks around" she chuckles, releasing me from her embrace as she climbs on to the bench.

I shiver for a moment at her suggestion, my eyes going wide as she slides under the bar.

"I'm kidding" she laughs, rolling her shoulders and getting her hands in position. "Mostly... Hey can you keep count?"

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Three

As I open the door to the Mitchell's home I slip inside, pouting a little as I compare their far more spacious apartment to my cramped little box.

Suddenly, the sound of a door shutting behind me snaps me from my daze. I whip around only to find the door to my apartment shut as the clicking of the lock rings out into the hall. Cocking one of my bushy eyebrows I pace slowly into Alex and Haley's apartment, pouting and nibbling at my lips in frustration.

"Where could..." I huff, pausing in my tracks as I spot a small silver frame. My eyes go wide, my blood running cold as I stare into the picture. The frame was familiar, having held a picture of a heavily pregnant Haley and Alex at their wedding only a few months back, any sight of that original photo having vanished without a trace

'Bethany' stands next to the slightly taller Alex, the grinning woman holding a familiar little lilac bundle in her arms. Alex's arm wraps around her shoulder, a modest side hug between friends or so I had thought. We had taken the picture a little over a week ago, Haley demanding that the three of us pose so she could get a picture of 'The Best Auntie in the World'.

However, I'm left reeling as I read the cursive text beneath the frame.

Mr & Mrs Mitchell - Congratulations 

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Three

"Vicky asked about Luci specifically, she couldn't remember the last time she saw you, it would make the event so special and who knows how many more she..." Rachel begins to mumble, the thought of her friends advancing age seeming to weigh on her.

"I like greens, yellows, and browns" I mutter under my breath, pouting a little as I shuffle towards the door. Catching my intention Rachel immediately perks up, the older woman cooing excitedly as she quickly minces to catch up to me.

"Earth tones, they'll suit you dear, very mature" she remarks, jotting down more notes in her notebook. As we reach the door I find her wrapping her arms around me from behind, my heart melting for a moment as my body reacts to the affection.

 

"Don't you worry on second dear" Rachel coos, reaching up to open the door. "Let Nana organize everything, you just head down to the office." 

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Three

As she opens the door she looks outside, a smirk spreading across her borrowed lips as she places a hand on the small of my back.

"Actually, perhaps we can have a drink tomorrow.." she muses, shoving me out through the door almost violently with her newfound strength. "It looks like you need to get home" she chuckles, dropping her keys in the hall before slamming the door shut on my confused form as I hear a voice call out.

"Well hello there" coos Mr. Richards "Thought you'd be getting ready for date night?"

 

The man is a silver fox in the making, his dark brown hair only just starting to develop a few grays along his sideburns and in the gruff muzzle of five-o-clock shadow he calls a beard that runs down his firm and chiseled. A set of black glasses set on his nose, amplifying her gray-blue eyes as he looks down at me. Standing at only around 5'11" he is a bit shorter than I had been, though in my current state he manages to steal a few inches over me.

He is dressed in a tight white button-up shirt, a dark navy blue suit jacket slung over one shoulder while his of-hand holds a fine leather messenger bag. A stripped range, white, and blue tie hangs loose around his neck, having been let down over this trip home from the office. 

Despite his age, being somewhere in is very early forties, he still remained rather fit and healthy, looking more than able to pick up a sweet and curvaceous woman like Margaret without much trouble at all.

Changing Clothes: Gracie - Part Three

Gracie chuckles nervously, her face growing redder by the second as she takes a sharp inhale from her cigarette before putting it out in the sink.

"I know, you can thank me latter" she mumbles, downing her glass of wine before heading towards the door. "So if I get you some shoes I take it you're keen to..."

"Fuck yeah!" I shout, draining my far larger glass of wine in excitement before stubbing out the cigarette in the bottom of the glass. "I owe you one."

Lurching forward, staggering for a moment as the heft of my chest threatening to topple me over, I quickly begin to waltz towards the door. My narrow waist and fairly slender hips thankfully lack much of the same sway I had found when trying on the other clothes, the entirety of the destabilizing wobble coming from the heavy sagging weights in front of me.

Through the large holes in the side of my dress I constantly feel my arms brush and bump into the fishnet mesh and the soft squishy flesh as I walk, my gait shifting slight as I find my stride shrinking to adjust to the lack of a bra. Ahead of me Gracie bolts out the door, her combat boot clad footfalls echoing loudly as she races towards the stairs and up towards her shared apartment.

Snatching up my wallet and phone from the coffee table I sigh groaning under my breath as I pat the sides of my skin tight leather pants. For a moment I shift awkwardly, trying to think of a solution short of using a backpack or cleaning out my leather messenger bag.

Biting at my lip I reach up to the stretchy neckline of the fish net up, tugging it forward as I slowly inch the icy cold mobile between my overwhelming cleavage. Shiver run though my shrunken form, a gasp slipping from my plump lip as the device quickly disappears between the soft mounds and grows stuck to the sweaty flesh.

Toss my wallet back to the table I simply decide to hold my keys for now, my mind now hyper aware of the jiggling of my chest as it holds my phone in place.

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Three

"Maybe some lingerie..." she coos, gently kissing my cheek as I nod eagerly. "Maybe a cute little dress, and an apron for your to wear around my apartment" she continues, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

Suddenly, she begins to chuckle before pulling back. I feel myself get placed back on the ground, the redhead obviously very pleased with herself as she tries to fight back the laughter.

"You really do make a cute woman Jess. Come on, we've got to go to the gym."

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Rachel as her eyes glancing around conspiratorially as she fiddles with her expensive rings.

 

She had been quite the bombshell in her youth, though those days were long behind. The woman was approaching seventy at this point, only a year or so away from the big milestone, and it showed in her body. Her face was lined with wrinkles, Laugh lines and crows feet digging deep into her skin as her once soft and pinchable cheeks sagged slightly into jowls.

Her silvery hair rest around her head in a tight bob, the once red hair having dulled over the decades to the shimmering strands now expertly styled into a business-like aesthetic. Beneath a starched and firm ruffled blouse rests her rather sizeable chest, the supple mounds usually sagging heavily after multiple pregnancies and the ravages of age and requiring the support of her rather obvious pus-up bra to form a large shelf of flesh.

Her wide childbearing hips had gotten a lot of use over the years, her husband having used them thoroughly as handholds and to bear his offspring. Her ass, once pert and plump from photographs she had of her wedding day, now sagged as one of the few other sections of thick flab that lacked the perkiness of youth. Her lower body is covered in a thick knee length skirt, a set of dark stockings coating legs as she shuffles a little in the doorway.

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Haley with a small squirming bundle resting in her arms

Her long dark hair is done up in a loose ponytail, hanging up high before falling down to brush against her shoulders. The once glossy strands appear now dull and frayed, her hair seemingly mirroring her nerves. The young Thai woman's eyes appear blood shot and hooded, deep dark bags resting beneath the deep brown pools evidencing a serious lack of sleep.

She stand about a foot shorter than me, her socks adding little to her five foot four frame. A tight white shirt clings to her slouched form, her engorged yet modest bust pressing out against the material as her thick dark nipples stand firmly at attention. A few stains mar the otherwise clean bright cotton, the dull remnants of spit up and food having soaked deep into the fibers.

A loose set of gray tracksuit pants cover her legs, the baggy legs soon tightening as the stretchy material paints itself over her wide hips and plump full ass. She had always had a set of wide full hips, her ass easily being her most eye catching feature, and without a chance to lose the additional weight from her pregnancy it had only grown.

Resting in her arms squirms a small bundle in a lilac comforter, baby Alice having been swaddled before her mother brought her over. Soft brown hair overs her head, the little thing taking after her father Alex, his pale complexion also coming through in the tiny bundle of joy.

Changing Clothes: Gracie - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Gracie as she fiddles with her piercings and hair as she adjusts her look

The young woman in her early twenties stands at around five foot six, her head slumped as the bags beneath her eyes evidence ye another long day at the cafe and campus.

Her build is rather plain, slender with a modest bust beneath her large black band shirt and the rough well-worn oversized leather jacket draped over her narrow shoulders. It is enhanced by her tattoos and piercings however, an intense amount of black ink covering her arms and neck while all manner of rings and studs dot her lip, ears, and nose. Her nose appears slightly rosy, the thick black metal ring running through the septum chilling it in the cold winter air, her ear lobe stretching out thanks to the wide black plastic discs resting inside them.

Her lips, coated in a fresh layer of black lipstick quiver in a faint sense of nervousness, the normally dry and tired young woman seemingly upset about something that I couldn't put my finger on.

Her lower body is clad in a set of black skinny jeans, her scrawny legs and small pert rear making the denim appear painted on. Small tears and rips adorn the pants, with some basic stitching and iron on patches sealing some of the worst gashes in the denim.

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Margaret grinning with a sly knowing smirk

 

The woman in her late thirties stands a good deal shorter than me, and even her step-daughter, easily only being between five foot five or five foot six. Her lightly tan skin appears to glow and compliment her honey blonde hair, the fraying and wiry mass constantly fighting to be free from her green clay headband and the black hair tie helping to form into a loose pony tail.

Her soft and rounded dough cheeks appear flushed and rosy, her slender red lips twisting into a mischievous smile as she cranes her neck to look into the apartment. Her hazel eyes, sparkling with little coppery flecks, dart about as she seems to take stock of the room behind me

A set of large form fitting jeans over her lower body, the dark blue fabric straining over her doughy and cellulite riddle backside and thighs. Her hips, while somewhat wide, become lost in her flab, leading to the waist of the pants to sink in seemingly painfully. A white t-shirt covers her upper body, her soft upper arms being lightly pinched by the sleeves while her sizeable saggy chest is held up by a plain cream-colored bra.

A large bag is slung over her shoulder, the jostling sound of paper and wood coming up from the hidden contents as she slips into the apartment.

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Emily tapping her foot impatiently as she folds her arms.

Changing Clothes - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of an unmarked and damaged box with a torn label.

The sturdy knee high cardboard box appears to be of a rather tough and high quality build, the multiple layers of corrugated material having cushion it through what must have been a terrible journey. Deeps gashes and cuts mar the sides, black marks from tires or some other rubber streak over the crumpled top.