This choice: He heads downstairs to start work as Charlotte. • Go Back...Chapter #6He heads downstairs to start work as Charlotte. by: beshter   Steven marveled at the differences he felt as he moved back downstairs. Every step brought him both new and familiar sensations. The twenty year old girl's body swayed and parts of him jiggled, that at first blush seemed wrong. In the next moment memories of the young woman's body and experiences were right at his fingertips. The sensation of the long dark hair tightly wrapped up into a bun on his head wasn't strange at all.
His manicured fingers came back up and once again groped at the modest breasts through the stark red polo. "This is freaking great!" As he moved down onto the shop floor he realized what a difference a couple inches in height meant. Granted for a girl Charlotte was tall. What was quickly apparent though was that his former height had given Steven more than he realized. He was used to seeing over most people, and some of the shorter store displays even.
"Hey Char! What are you doing?" Phoebe called out looking oddly towards Steven still inside his female co-worker's body. She'd gotten hired recently, only a few months ago, and was still learning the ropes. The girl's hair made her easy to identify quickly thanks to the purple and pink color. Today the brightly dyed hairdo was pulled back into a single ponytail. Walking towards him, the shorter girl's focus was drawn to Charlotte's chest. More specifically to the delicate hands still idly squeezing at the small breasts there. "Is there something wrong with your bra?"
Steven was shocked at the thoughts that first came to his mind about the relatively new addition to the Wilko team. Things that filtered to the surface of Charlotte's brain. He shivered for a second at the toxic, and derogatory things that were right there. Though he did realize where his borrowed hands were and dropped them down to his side adopting a scowl of annoyance on Charlotte's perfectly made up face. "Don't start with me scene dork. You're still fresh meat around here. And the name is Charlotte... we're not friends."
The snarky remark wasn't exactly unexpected. Though Phoebe did frown and raised her hands in surrender backing away. "Wow okay then." Her only response.
He smirked, and continued moving through the store. The interaction with Phoebe had given him another idea. A way to possibly pass time while he looked to test his other abilities. The grin on Charlotte's face was wide as he started making his way around the store. 'I have a chance to turn the entire store against this poisonous bitch.' He thought about his host body and looked for his next target.
Becca danced up out of one of the makeup isles smiling, "Charlotte! There you are. What's up?" She often asked that question but never really waited before she continued. "Better watch it, Liz is on the warpath. Have you seen Steven? I'm supposed to help him stock."
Becca meant well, and Steven actually liked the chatterbox. In small doses. Those his attention was pulled to another part of her he appreciated. Her ample backside. Tearing his eyes off her ass though he reminded himself he wasn't Steven right now. The question about his whereabouts started a whole new slew of things he needed to consider. The problem that possessing someone now played during work. He was expected to be physically around. 'I'm gonna have to figure this out quick before Liz...'
"Earth to Charlotte... where's Steven?" The bubbly girl with the blood red shoulder length hair waved her hands in front of Charlotte's face. Her repeated question interrupting Steven's train of thought. Apparently Charlotte looked like she zoned out when she was thinking about something.
"Chill out fat ass! I was thinking about something. Check upstairs!" He regretted his response as soon as he saw the frown on Becca's features. The small comfort, which slowly grew was the reminder that the fallout wouldn't be on him. Charlotte would have to deal with the aftermath. Moving past Becca he heard her mutter "Bitch." under her breath before Steven turned down an aisle and lost sight of her.
Moving towards the help desk he figured he could try and do some damage control about his body's absence. Standing behind the centralized kiosk he saw Liz chatting with Kiran and Jessica. The two 'loaners' as Liz coined them. Employee's from one of the other branches. Charlotte's memories of the two were split interestingly to Steven. Kiran was the new baby face of the store. Cute, but still young. Jessica was in Charlotte's mind a threat. The slender red head was a few years older. And much to Charlotte's chagrin was more attractive than she was.
"Look, Steven's off pulling the lazy routine... again. Probably whacking off in the men's bathroom if I had a guess. Kiran why don't you track down Becca and the two of you can get started in the back." Liz's voice carried, her words heard by some of the staff around the area. Steven was surprised. The realization that the woman he thought was a friend had a negative opinion about him was one thing. That she wasn't afraid to share it with others pissed him off. He'd considered confiding in Liz about his powers. Even thought about offering to help improve her. He grinned after a moment, 'Paybacks gonna be a bitch, Liz... and currently I know all about that.'
Rethinking his priorities now he focused on Jessica's shapely backside. Steven waited for her to walk away from the help desk and followed after the ginger's ass. Jessica made it to the makeup counter when Steven decided to try using another of his abilities. Starring intently at the woman he focused his thoughts. His goal in mind to create a clone.
It only took a few moments before he felt a shiver over his now much softer skin. In the blink of an eye he saw what looked like a ghost move with purpose towards Jessica and fly straight into her from behind. Her body immediately stopped and shivered for a second. Slow hands reached up to her distinct hair before she looked down at her torso.
Steven approached from behind in time to see Jessica's manicured nails hefting her breasts. The wonder and enjoyment on the woman's face he could understand all too well. "Jessica... are you alright?" He was curious how this worked. Would she be in control, would the clone? Could she recognize who Steven really was? There were alot of questions.
Jessica turned and smiled. Hands remaining on her boobs, she nodded to Steven. "Alright? I'm great boss. Jessica is sexxxxy, look at these babies!"
"Keep your voice down! And stop feeling yourself up... hands off the merchandise for now." Steven barked quietly, pleased with the answers so far, but they needed some privacy. "Let's go to the girls bathroom. There's more to figure out."
Jessica's hands dropped to her hips and she grins, "Sounds good." The two possessed women walked together towards the front of the store heading upstairs. Steven held the door to the ladies washroom open for his clone to enter first and goosed the young woman as she passed him.
She giggled as she let one hand slide back and rub over her fabric covered backside where she'd been grabbed. Though once inside Jessica's form moved from stall to stall. Checking the last stall she turned and smile, "We're good to go boss, bathroom is all ours. What's next?"
Steven walked over to one of the sinks and looked at his reflection again. His hands exploring again, "Well... first I need to see what I can change about this bitch."
Concentrating on the female form in the mirror Steven thought about what he wanted to do. Tapping into his power he instinctively knew he could alter Charlotte's body however he liked. He started first on her legs. Her current legs were long and toned. They had a nice shape and were easily her best feature. Or they were.
A dull white light glowed over her thighs and Steven felt them bulge out, growing larger. Pounds were added heavily there forcing the thighs to now press together. Straining against the tight black leggings that threatened to split open. He felt his now fat thighs jiggling in them, hearing the odd stitching here and there slightly tearing.
Jessica's voice behind him laughed softly, "Oh my god... that is so fucking funny boss!"
Before he forgot, Steven reached into his shirt and retrieved the locker key to his own personal locker and handed it over to the red head. "Here just for when we're ready to get my stuff after we ditch her." He told the clone with a grin. Then lifted up the hem of his now red polo shirt and looked past the pert breasts to the slim stomach. Another moment of concentration and Charlotte's midsection swelled creating a slight paunch. The classic muffin top look not appealing on Charlotte at all.
He then moved to one of the bathroom stalls and sat down on the toilet seat. Locking the stall door he thought about the last two changes he was going to make for the annoying woman today. The first was to take two inches off her height. The stolen inches making her longer legs closer to average now, and the thunder thighs even more prominent. The last change was to really add some discomfort to her day.
Steven felt for the power in him and soon he could feel Charlotte's feet in her plimsolls start to swell. The pressure on the feet was strong enough that he actually considered taking the shoes off, but he powered through it. This would force the now lumpy pear shaped woman to buy new shoes or suffer through a day on her feet in crappy shoes.
"Here goes... meet up in the locker room. Get that locker open and ready for me." He called out to his clone in Jessica and smiled ruefully as he heard a soft moan. "Damn boss I was getting Jessica off. But alright." He heard the bathroom door open and then close. With that he launched himself out of Charlotte. His spirit pulled away from the altered girl and her body slumped back still seated on the toilet but otherwise unconscious.
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