Chapter #3New employee at work by: wubwub   I opened the bank's app on my phone and scanned the check; it would probably take another few hours for it to be confirmed so I kept the check in my purse. I was still caught off-guard every time I looked down and saw my slim body.
"Oh, you work at the IKEA, right?" Salim snapped me back to reality. "It's so weird, my daughter got accepted there for a part-time job yesterday, I am picking her up right now. Don't tell her about the lottery, I want to have a surprise party this evening."
I nodded and went back to thinking about my body. Something changed me, and no matter how much quick Googling I was doing at the back of the taxi I was unable to arrive at an actual answer. "Mandela Effect", "sudden opening of a wormhole in my sleep", "I was just imagining myself as pudgy" and so on, and so on. Well, what thing would be so enamored with me that it transformed me into a sexy little vixen.
Salim stopped by the road and a young woman, probably around 20, entered the seat beside him. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was extremely tall, she had to move her seat all the way back and still had trouble sitting. She was thin with dark-olive skin and long, flowing brown hair.
"Amira, this is a big coincidence, but this young lady - Erin, right? - also works at the IKEA; she might be able to help you settle in." Amira tried to turn around to face me but gave up and looked me by using the mirror. Her face was pretty and smiling, I smiled back. "And here we are, have fun!"
Getting out of the car I saw that Amira towered over me, she had to be at least 2.1 meters (6'10'') tall. Most of her height was due to her long, smooth legs.
"So, is this place really the hell your face is making it out to be?" She kept her pretty smile and we walked inside.
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As I changed into my uniform I saw that I had to unbutton the top button - oh God, I was actually showing off a nice firm cleavage. They didn't have a uniform fit for Amira's height yet, so the one she used showed off her toned midriff.
My shift manager - Darcy Wrights - walked in to the room. She was a gangly woman with bleached hair and an unhealthy skin who, I was fairly sure, loved to watch snuff films for fun.
"Oh great, you met. Hmmm, you are much taller than they told me you would be... whatever. Dyke, take Al-Qaeda here and introduce her to the rest of you idiots; she would scare off the customers so you don't need to teach her how to work shop duty, only warehouse." She left and went to try and seem sexy to one of the interns.
I could see the anger and hatred in Amira's eyes, I guess she understood there was not much we could do... I led her to the break room where the rest of the morning shift were having their first hot beverage of the day.
"Hey everyone, let me introduce you to the new part-time worker - Amira!" She had to duck a bit to get through the door. Most of them clapped, I heard Rosalyn shout out "finally, another tall lady."
"Ok, I will go around and introduce you personally to the rest of the Morning Shift Blues - that's out nickname." I told her as we reached the nearest employee. "Cassie, this is Amira."
Cassie was around my old height, now I was a bit taller than her and it freaked me out a bit. She was blond and very curvy, she liked to pretend she was a ditzy bimbo to get easy fucks. We all knew that if she had the funds she would have probably graduated from Yale or Harvard, but a poor, broken home left her needing to move from apartment to apartment. Fortunately she was a bit of a nymphomaniac, but we still kept a swear jar to pay for her entry to a community college.
"Hiya there," Cassie sent her arm upwards, the blonde looked right into Amira's bellybutton. "I overheard what Darcy called you, I am sorry you had to deal with that. If you need any help, me and the rest are here for anything you may need."
"Thank you, unfortunately I am used to it from my previous jobs." I felt like Amira had some emotional wall built from years of discrimination and racism, even Cassie's energy was not making a dent in it. We moved on to the tall, lithe man waiting for the coffee machine to finish.
"Finn, Amira; Amira, Finn." They quickly shook hands and the shy man went back to looking at the machine. "Finn is the head of a local LGBTQ+ rights association, so if you are one of us or an ally you should talk to him."
We all knew Finn was chased out of his town before coming here. The dudebros liked to joke that he must have killed someone, but all of us Blues noticed his trans-rights hairpin. We moved on the the old man sleeping on the couch.
"This is old-man Nate. We are pretty sure the store was built around his tent and no one noticed he stayed behind. He is nice when he is not sleepy, so we should talk to him later." The store liked to use him as Santa Claus during holiday season, it helped his white bushy beard and potbelly were natural. Though he always got stares by some of the white customers because he was black.
The next person was the sexiest woman I knew. Before you say anything, me and Lili told each other which woman we would most like to fuck before we got married. She chose Maddy Wool, the massive British bodybuilder with two husbands and so much muscle she was barred from entering weight-lifting competitions. My choice was Ethel Barnes. Just like Maddy, Ethel was a powerhouse - her biceps alone were 63cm (25'') around and she had very prominent 10-pack abs. 10-pack! She was 1.73 meters (5'8'') tall with large, round FF cups, her skin was pale and she had some tattoos and she dyed her hair a different color every week. Even the biggest uniform could not stop her from showing some skin. The store kept her in the warehouse because of her history of bad customer relations.
When I first began work at IKEA I hit on her a few times. It took my fifth round of not-so-subtle flirting for her to tell me she was asexual and aromantic. Since then we became good friends and she even became Lili's workout partner. Right now she was curling a massive, custom-made 150lb dumbbell she brought from home.
"Hey, if that bitch calls you that again I will get some of my gym buddies to give her a scare." She said while bringing the dumbbell up and the veins on her left arm wriggled in excitement. She shook Amira's arm with her free arm and Amira quietly nodded.
We moved along and I pointed at Calloway talking to the interns as usual.
"Stay away from him, he is Darcy's nephew and they have an unspoken contest of who can be more of a racist, asinine piece of shit." I could see her making a mental note and we finally met with Rosalyn.
I saw that they made a quick connection regarding being tall women white men were afraid of. As they talked I went back to my thoughts. What would happen if tomorrow the same thing would happen? What about next week? I didn't want to lose these people, and that might happen if one day I wake up with the body of a supermodel. I barely appeared in Lili's Instagram posts (one of those was enough to give that Neo-Nazi fuck an excuse to nearly kill her), but that will probably change if I become sexier than miss USA. How will my body changing affect the others as well? What possible butterfly effect ripples could stem from this? My head hurt so I made some tea.
The rest of the day I spent showing Amira the warehouse and trying to get her to talk more. I didn't succeed much but I saw that she was more talkative with Rosalyn.
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On my way back hope I stopped by the hospital. Lili was connected to many tubes and machines I had a hard time looking at her. I asked her doctor how much it would cost to do the first round of surgery and he came back with $40,000. Without a second thought I went to the reception and ordered it.
Will she believe me when I tell her about what's happening to me? maybe...
I went back home and lied on our bed, and for the first time all day long I fondled my breasts. They were heavy and firm, and my nipples were extra sensitive. My stomach was flat with a hint of muscle under the skin. My legs were longer and thicker, my ass was rounder... fuck, the autophilia was strong.
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As I slept the flashes happened again, the one that stood out to me had me, Amira and Ethel the size of skyscrapers. Amira was sucking on my pussy as I lay against a mountain, Ethel watched and vigorously fingered herself. All three of us were indescribably muscular and sexy, with Amira being the biggest and strongest.
As I had an earth-shattering orgasm I awoke.
What the hell was I dreaming this time? It was weird to have such vivid, intense dreams and not remember them. I think I was fucking Amira... I don't even know if she is not straight.
Wait, what about the alarm? I looked at my phone and saw I woke up before it, of course... I wanted to see if I had changed. I got up and looked into the mirror in the bathroom.
"Holy pickled fucks..." I whispered as I looked at the Asian bombshell staring back.
I was at least 1.60 meters (5'3'') tall, no, 1.66 (5'5'') specifically. I had DD cups that didn't even need a bra to defy gravity and a fit body. A thin layer of muscle covered my entire body and I felt stronger than I ever was. My hair was healthier and more vibrant, my skin as well. I looked at my stomach to see I had a tattoo now of me and Lili making a bicep flex inside a pink heart.
My memories had remained basically the same, I think.
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