With each step, I seemed to be going less and less further, my legs suddenly decreasing in length. I was only halfway down the road and I was nearly all out of energy. As my stomach distended more and more, I slowed to a stop, reaching down to put my now chunky hands on my knees...which were lower, and shorter than I remembered.

While I stood there, feeling like I was in the middle of an asthma attack (a condition I was certain I didn't have), the grey fabric that my shirt appeared to have transformed into continued to grow. Buttons appeared down the right side of my shirt, blooming like little flowers, and as the grey colour swept down them, it seperated from my shirt, becoming a blazer that seemed a couple of sizes too small for my still expanding torso.

"Haah...haah...haah..." The voice that came out of my mouth was completely unlike my normal deep tone. Now it had nasal twang to it, like that of a nerd character from a 50s college movie. "I...haah...I shouldn't run...haah..." I said out loud to myself. "I don't want to...haah...ruin my Limited...haah...Edition Justice Robo™ Boxers...Eh?" I looked up, blinking in confusion. That wasn't what I had meant to say. It had just...fallen out of my mouth.

There was little time to ponder my words, as my changes continued. My smart shoes had inexplicably turned into white sporty looking trainers, completely at odds with my shirt and new blazer. And speaking of my shirt, somehow, it hadn't ripped. I was at least twice the width I was before, yet somehow it remained on my body, tucked into the trousers that were now sticking to my legs like skinny jeans. I stood up straight, watching my stomach grew impossibly large. My shirt clinged to my gigantic girth, the buttons seemingly pushed to their limits, yet it continued to grow and they never popped off.

I rested a hand on my now gigantic belly, and suddenly a strange sense of pride filled my head. I finally had the weight I always wanted. I ran a hand along it, and the hair on my head continued to change. The light brown colour had now almost taken it over, with only a few streaks of black left. The messy looking curls on my forehead and framing my cheeks were beginning to straighten out, becoming uniform. Even the little puff on the top of my head was becoming less messy, sharpening to a perfect point.

I smiled to myself, starting to become content with my new shape, and as I did, my smile seemed to naturally relax into something else. My top lip overlapped my lower lip in two places, leaving the center pointing upwards, making it look almost like a cat face; or a literal colon three, I thought to myself. After all, that was part of my aesthetic.

"Ah...huh? Was it now?" I said to myself, suddenly unsure of myself. Thoughts swirled around in my head, feeling like they didn't belong to me. But of course they did! Who else would they belong to? I would not tolerate any telepaths or ESPers plumbing the depths of my expertly honed mind. I had performed all the necessary precautions to prevent that.

But I hadn't! What was I talking about? I clutched my head, clenching my eyes and looking down. When I opened them, the first thing I saw was my tie, bright orange and with the blue arrow pointing back up at me. Suddenly it felt like a stuck gear in my brain was now turning. I lowered my almost bear like hands and looked at them, at my gigantic torso, at the blazer that had formed on my body, on the thin legs and skinny trousers that adorned them, at the trainers I had never seen in my life.

Surely it couldn't be...this was only something I'd kept in my wildest dreams. I had to confirm it, somehow. I glanced down the street. In the blurry distance, not too far from where I was standing, a mirror had been placed outside someone's house, as if they were planning to throw out. I began to run again - Limited Edition Justice Robo™ Boxers be damned! I could barely keep in my excitement. Had what I dreamed of all this time truly happened...?

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warning: this little post script got kind of weird and dark so feel very free to ignore it

in case you hadn't gathered, a big attraction to me is the idea of mental change. i suppose to some others it can be kind of offputting, but im in love with it. i suppose it might have something to do with the fact i dont have much self esteem; i consider myself and my body to be inferior and disgusting, practically a betrayal of everything i uphold as ideals. thus, i adore imagining my "real self" taken over by other things. i don't like to view it as something malicious. i welcome it. if i could become the means through which an entity i view as desirable to inhabit the world, i would gladly let them transform me, body and soul, into them. they deserve my place in the world more than i do.