John looked around, blinking in confusion as the reality around him subtly shifted. The reality shift had taken place seamlessly. John now wore a pair of black leggings that stretched comfortably over his newly massive thighs and ass. His shirt had transformed into a snug sports bra that barely contained his new melon-sized breasts. He was unaware of any change, believing he'd always looked like this. His oversized thighs and the round, heavy weight of his new ass made it difficult to move, but after a moment, he pushed himself up with some effort. He brushed a strand of hair out of his face, his plush lips pursing slightly in concentration.
The morning breeze carried Tasha’s voice toward him. She was jogging in place on the sidewalk, a carefree smile on her face as her now slender body moved with ease.
“John, you okay over there? You look like you tripped,” Tasha called, adjusting the hem of her fitted running top.
John blinked, his thick lashes fluttering as he tried to recall why he’d fallen. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, his deeper, breathier voice surprising him for half a second before it felt normal. “Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
He took a moment to stretch again, hands running over the prominent curve of his hips. His leggings, which fit him perfectly, hugged every inch of his bottom-heavy frame. His sports bra, tight yet supportive, kept him comfortable as he twisted his torso.
“Good. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt before your run!” Tasha said with a grin, her toned arms flexing as she stretched her shoulders.
Run? Oh, right, John thought to himself. It wasn’t unusual for him to start the day with a jog, even if getting out the door sometimes took a bit of effort. He shook off the momentary confusion and started warming up again, his movements slower than Tasha’s thanks to the extra heft he was carrying.
“Gotta say, John,” Tasha called out with a laugh, “it’s impressive how you stay motivated with all that... um... extra cushion.”
John smirked, placing his hands on his wide hips. “What can I say? I make it work.” The words felt natural, even though the weight of his thick thighs rubbing together made jogging seem like an effort he wouldn’t have taken on lightly.
Tasha waved and began to jog down the street. “Catch you later, John!”
“Later!” John waved back, adjusting his sports bra and pulling his ponytail tighter.
He took a deep breath and started jogging. The motion felt different, his thighs brushed with every step, and the bounce of his chest was something he barely noticed thanks to the snug fit of his bra. Still, he found a steady rhythm and pushed forward.
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