Nothing seems to happen, beyond Jess smirking in amusement. You snort a laugh, mixed relief and amusement. "We can still have fun..." Jess promises, blowing you a kiss, as you head out for your morning run.
You have a favourite circuit that takes you out beyond the hustle and bustle. Enjoying the fresh country air, you're exhilirated as your lungs work, as your legs burn... But, it's a good kind of burn, that tells you the exercise is working.
Pausing for a breath, you rest in the shade of a tree. The dappled sunlight making beautiful patterns on the grass at your feet. Distractedly, you think of Jess. She prefers a more gym-centric exercise routine.
Suddenly, the grass seems to rush up to meet your face. However, instead of face planting in the grass, you jerk back up.
- - - - -
Looking around, dizzy and disoriented, the country air is gone, the quiet background bird chirping is gone. Replacing it, is the rhythmic clanging of weights being lifted, and the thick musk of sweat hanging heavily in the air.
Wrinkling your nose in disgust at the smell. You feel more tired than mere moments ago. Closing your eyes, you try to block the gym out... It has to be a dream, a fantasy, some kind of delusion. But even in the quiet calm of your mind, the noises continue, and the scents are as intense.
But, it does give you one revelation, as you run your finger around your gym clothes. Peeling the material from your sweat soaked body.... You're a woman! Eyes snapping wide open, you realise you're in Jess' body. Distractedly, you notice she doesn't focus on her arms. They look even more slender from this angle. You try to ignore the sensation of Jess'... of your bust. The nips stiffening as your blood courses through your veins. Mortified, you see them stiffen, their outline clear in the tight top.
Glancing away, you hope they disappear if you just forget about them. Instead, another rush of blood, and adrenaline flushes through your body, as you take in your new enormous ass! You always thought Jess was ... 'shapely', with curves in the right places. However, now, you're too aware of them, imagining everyone looking at you. Ogling you, enough averted glances and distracted men tell you, this is a real concern.
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"Jess..." you rasp in a low, too sultry whisper. Sounding more like you're berating yourself for some flaw in your exercise regime.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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