The sensations were too much for you to think straight. There was something thrilling about the idea of transforming, like it satisfied a long buried itch. Like you had been wearing a mask up until this point and the slow change had helped expose the true self within you a little bit.
You sat in your office chair, surprised to find that there was a little cushion to your seat than you had remembered. In fact, you were finding it a little tight around the sides with your arms set for your normally skinny body. You unbuttoned your jeans to get a better look at your legs and the changes that had happened at dinner.
You were definitely wider. That much was certain given that your boxers were starting to cling tightly to your legs. But your skin was also much smoother. Many of the wiry black hairs going up and down you had simply disappeared, giving your thighs a soft texture as you stroked up and down your body. You were also starting to get a little excited by the bulge in your underwear, though even that was starting to looked diminished as the rest of you grew larger.
In fact, you were starting to feel thicker in that very moment.
"Whoa," you said observing as your legs began to widen before your very eyes. "This feels so good..."
It was like your were a bag of popcorn, slowly filling up with each kernel of corn exploding and expanding. You moaned as your hips grew outwards until they were pressing against the arms of your chair. You felt bloated and bubbly as your waist grew to match your mother's in scale, though stopping just short of how wide she was.
You had just changed at dinner and the previous change had taken almost an hour after wearing the socks. What had happened.
You realized what as you looked down at your pale, milky legs now looking fully like a woman's legs. And a large one, at that.
Removing your old clothes was speeding the transformation up, though still making it so it happened slowly enough to enjoy it. You wiggled your toes and tried to stand up to get a better fell for your new lower body...But the chair came with you.
"Oh, fuck," you said, falling back down into the office seat. "I'm stuck!"
Try as you might, you found that you couldn't pry yourself out from the unsuspecting trap.
"Great," you muttered. "So much for enjoying this..."
You weren't in a hurry to go back to normal yet. But you might have had to if it meant escaping your predicament. Alternatively, there was the option to just grow out of the chair as you reached your mom's full girth, though it would result in some busted arms. Then again...You were stuck at your computer desk now, perhaps the internet might have some ideas. Especially since you hadn't searched the origin of the socks weird effect on you yet.
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