Chapter 5 - Selfie
Up to this point in his mind the suit had been the invading other. Something devouring him. Something that wasn't shaping him so much as shaping itself over him. But the suit no longer existed. To think of his body as costumed was absurd. He could only feel himself, the volume of his body in the coolness of his apartment hallway. His round features, buxom curves, and every slight move confirmed what he was and the space his body occupied. A shift of balance to his right leg sent the firm right cheek of his plump ass upward, corresponding with a slight move of his breasts to the left. It was all gravity. Physics. Once skinny, he now felt his body as scoops of round flesh that protruded in every direction. Chest. Ass. Thighs. Lips. A veil of long hair framed his eyes on either side, running over his shoulders, the small of his back, tickling his round ass. Dainty fingers traced the curves of his breasts. He reached his hands behind his head and pulled his long hair over his shoulders. The tresses fell like a blanket over his breasts. His thick nipples poked through.
Enrobed in his long hair he staggered for his bedroom. Slowly. Every step brought a series of foreign bounces and sways. A draft of air chilled his nipples. They were once flat against his chest, but now they enjoyed the ride swinging back and forth at the tips of his massive breasts. His balls felt compressed and horribly sore. He took on a bow-legged walk so his rounded thighs would only brush them slightly. A butt cheek bounced. Then another. Every step was a lesson in balance.
He pulled himself into his room and past the sign, past the box that once contained the suit, to his bedside stand, and yanked his cellphone off of the cord. Sitting on the floor of his room, tail sweeping back and forth, he keyed his password with his index finger. His long nail tapped the glass. It was difficult.
PASSWORD INCORRECT. TRY AGAIN.
He rolled his eyes and tsk-ed. He tried again with a sigh. He focused his tiny finger to the task, bending its tip upward slightly like he had seen girls with long nails do. His long nail clicked softly on the glass. It worked! He giggled to himself. He was so smart. The screen opened. He pressed the camera icon with a tap. A shot of the hair surrounding the contours of his breasts appeared on the screen. His dick stiffened. He took a breath and brought the long nail of his index finger above the icon that flipped the camera. He positioned the phone and curtly pressed the small pad of his finger down on the icon.
Click.
The screen flipped and he was met with a face. A face whose feminine expression instantly went wide-eyed, full lips in an pink O of shock. He stared in shock into her sensitive brown eyes for what seemed like forever. Her expression didn't change. Surprised. Mesmerized by what she saw. He searched her face and she searched his. After a long while, the woman blinked. Her eyelashes were long. Her eyes and lips relaxed into a neutral but interested expression that looked almost familiar-an uncanny resemblance to every female in his family, yet different. Her eyebrows were shaped, defined. The eyes were arresting. The sum of her parts was beauty. He rolled the phone around slightly, taking in how the her hair framed her face, her cheek bones. All of it, so beautiful. Her nose was pink at the base, slightly wet, an improvisation-the most lovely configuration of cow and woman his body could create. He pulled the phone farther from his face and was met with the sight of his ears, covered in soft white hair and poking through brown tresses. The girl on the phone gasped. Her ears flicked in curiosity. She grabbed an ear with one hand, rolling it slightly.
Three thoughts entered Alex's mind.
