Your alarm blared loudly. You lazily press the snooze button, only succeeding on the third try. Minutes later, the alarm blares again.
“Cathy, wake up!” you here your mother order sternly. “What in the world are you doing sleeping at this hour?”
“I was tired…,” you mumble. Lazily, you roll over and peek through squinted eyes at your phone: 8:32 PM. “Ugh, I’m moving.”
You struggle to sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. School was just so exhausting. You were a sophomore now at your University and it was wearing you out. All the classes and the homework and the tests and the responsibilities. Bleh. You were only about two weeks into the second semester and your classes were already dragging on.
You stand up from the bed and stretch the sleep out of your body. A shiver runs through your body. The winter weather was seeping into the house and you were feeling it now. You had slept in just your underwear and a tank top; your braless breasts bouncing lightly as your moved, your nipples poking against the thin material, and your long bare legs were covered in goosebumps.
You normally lived at school in the dorms even though you lived in the same town – perks of having scholarships – but you liked to come home on the weekends to do laundry since you didn’t have to pay. It was pretty peaceful too being home right now. You didn’t have to worry about school for the moment and you bother of you sisters were out, Alex was working and Jane was with a friend. So it was just you and your mom on the cold and quiet Saturday night.
You decided to head down stairs and get some pants and maybe a bra out the laundry room. Nice, freshly washed and warm clothes would help you relax even more. You pause for a moment before leaving the room, studying your corkboard. It was covered in notes and memos and pictures of your two best friends: Maria and Yuki.
Maria, a short and thick Latina, was your best friend growing up and all through high school. She was cute and you’d always had a bit of crush on her but you hadn’t spent time with her in so long you were sure how strong those feeling were anymore. She had a gone to the same University as you but, in an attempt to branch out and make more friends, the two of you had chosen to live in different dorms with strangers as roommates. As school went on and classes and workloads increased, the times you saw each other dwindled. You hadn’t seen here now since the summer and even then she was so busy with summer classes and new friends you still barely saw each other.
You were tempted to call her up and hang out sometime, maybe even talk to her about your feelings for her but that made you feel guilty. Yuki, your short and busty Japanese roommate, was pretty cute and not only did you sort of like her too but it seemed, at times, that she might feel the same way. In the past year and a half of living together the two of you had bonded and grown so close that you felt you might be closer to her than Maria nowadays. You and Yuki had long conversations about many things: what you liked, what you wanted to be in future, and who you were. You were the only person Yuki had come out to at the point and she was the only person you’d talked about your feelings for bigger girls and how sometimes you wondered what’d it’d be like. Maybe it’d just be smarter and simpler to talk to Yuki about dating.
You sighed in frustration, face red at the possibilities, and went down to the first floor and to the laundry room. It was just a small room in the back the house with the washer and dryer, a sink, and few racks and shelves for clothes. You opened the dryer, savoring the sweet smell of freshly washed clothes, and dug out a pair of jeans. You lazily stepped into the warm fabric and pulled them up your smooth legs. Buttoning them you realized they were not your jeans after all but your mother’s. They were far too big for you around the waist and in the back and too short for your legs but before you could properly react, the strangest thing happened.
You felt strange, an odd sensation spreading through your lower half. You felt both hot and cold at the same time; on one hand you felt as if you were having a heat flash and your legs just felt so warm but on the other hand a chill ran across your skin and up your spine leaving goosebumps all along your legs. Your legs felt cramped, as if they were pressed into an uncomfortable position for hours and you felt an uncomfortable bloating in your tummy.
As you registered all these sensations in a blink of the eye, your body shifted and morphed. Your legs – and your overall height – shrank and diminished, leaving you several inches shorter. Dropping from an impressive 5’10” to a measly 5’3” you now matched your mother in height and the pants were now longer too short for but, instead, fit they length of your legs perfectly.
At the same time, the girth of your lower half began to expand. Your hips began to widen, your pelvis cracked and stretched even as pound after pound of soft fat layered them. Your thighs thickened, the muscles growing stronger (though only slightly) and fat building up. Your thigh gap, what little you had, quickly disappeared as your newly dubbed thunder thighs smooshed and pressed together. Even your calves grew fat, taking on your more swollen appearance, and your tummy soften, the small belly you had from snacking at college rounding out a bit more.
Your lower half was now an exact match for your mother’s in both shape and size. You’d shrunk 7 inches and gained roughly 40 pounds (putting you at 180) just below just below the belt. Your thin top half perched about your fattened bottom half left you looking like an over exaggerated pear shape.
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