I rubbed my eyes again, trying to get rid of the hangover I had from last night. The bright lights of the supermarket really weren't helping either. As I waited for the MILF in her Sunday finest to decide which brand of eggs to get, I couldn't but help feel jealous. Dan, the guy I had been crushing on for the last semester of college, had rejected me, not because of my personality or anything I could change, but just because I didn't have DD cup tits! Another wave of anger and humiliation washed over me as I remembered Dan explaining in front of the group, everyone's stares fixated on my B-cups the whole time...
Clearly, if I could still remember, I hadn't drunk enough last night. I made a mental note to pick up another couple handles of vodka on the way home.
"Oh, sorry about that dear! I didn't see you there!" The voice of the woman in front of me dragged me back to reality.
"Oh, don't worry about it!" I respond while trying not to stare at her ... ample cleavage. Wishing it was mine, then maybe Dan would like me. The MILF moved out of the way a bit and I squeezed in to grab a cart of two dozen eggs. I put my eggs into my cart and checked the list for the next item. Tin foil, should be on aisle 27. I started to move, then I heard a scream. I looked up, trying to figure out what was going on as more screams filled the air, but I soon blacked out.
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I woke up, finding myself laying on the floor in a fancy dress. I picked myself up, feeling like my balance was a bit off. I reached down to my chest and brushed the dust off my big tits, my stomach, my back...
Wait. I paused. My big tits?
I looked down and didn't see my body. I saw the MILF's body from earlier. Her breasts, her butt, her dress, I felt taller too... My head swam a bit. I looked around and saw other people merged together, conjoined in weird ways. Three heads on a pair of shoulders, a woman with a head on each of her limbs, a guy with another guy's face in his crotch. What the fuck happened? What am I supposed to do? I stood, paralyzed, listening to the screams.
"Can you hear me?" The voice of the MILF from before, the one whose body I now control, asked. Her voice seemed to come from... inside my head?
"We need to get out of here and figure something out. Just leave, I will guide you to my car." I nodded and followed her instructions, heading to the opening of the store.