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Natsuo was… well, not to put too fine a point on it, fat. He’d tried every easy way to get thin -- even dieting -- but it had come to this. Natsuo would have to do… exercise.
The prospect had reared its ugly, unwelcome head only recently, but Natsuo was determined to get at least a little thinner. He went to a strange shop in the mall, full of weird clothes and objects. He didn’t know why he chose this shop in particular, it just seemed like the right place to go. While he was there, he bought a seemingly ordinary light grey tracksuit to go jogging in. He had decided he would do this jogging thing at least once, and if it didn’t work out… well, he’d just have to find something else. The sales assistant was a little odd, though. He was acting as if the clothes were magic, or something...
The next morning, Natsuo opened his tracksuit to put on when he noticed some instructions on the packet. “For best results,” it read, “always wear this tracksuit as your sole layer (not including underwear) of clothing. NOTE: Some changes may not occur immediately when they should. Please be patient while you wait for them.” Natsuo shrugged, confused. What did it mean “results”? “Changes”? Ah, well. It was a boiling hot day and, to be fair, what was the worst that could happen? He pulled on a pair of boxers, then his tracksuit, put some headphones over his ears, stepped out the door and started moving.
Over the course of his journey, his dark brown hair became a dirty blonde colour and grew down, tickling the small of his back for just a second before being pulled back up and automatically styling itself into bunches. His stomach grumbled a bit, but he shrugged and kept jogging. It wasn’t as tiring as he thought it would be. Arriving home around 10AM, he looked in the mirror at his bunched-up blonde hair, and stared in amazement. His hairstyle was incredible! Not what he was after from exercise, but hey, he wouldn’t complain...
The next day, he repeated his routine and went for another jog, nothing but his boxers beneath the tracksuit. That day was even hotter, and as sweat ran down his face, it seemed to get smoother and smaller, seemingly with much larger eyes and a tiny little cute nose. Still, he jogged on regardless. The day after that, the same thing seemed to happen to his whole body- in fact, he was nearly 6’ when he left, and only 5’4’’ on returning! He didn’t really notice, though, given that his tracksuit had shrunk with him. In fact, it seemed to have shrunk a bit too much - it seemed a little short now, but not tight.
Another day, another morning jog. This time it really seemed to be working - he could practically feel the fat slipping away! Strangely, though, he found his centre of balance was a little off, and when he returned home he found that his hips had pulled out to the side, and hiss ass had developed an extra layer of padding. There also seemed to be something missing down there, but hey he… she didn’t mind. She was definitely a bit thinner, so being Natsuko instead of Natsuo was fine by her.
The next day, Natsuko decided to go on an extra-long jog to finish off the changes to her body. As she jogged along, her tracksuit got smaller and smaller until it was just a pair of panties and a strange bra with a window in the middle. Why that was there she couldn’t fathom, but it’s not like it mattered. Looking down past the empty bra, she saw she had slimmed down considerably. She wasn’t thin, by any means, but she definitely wasn’t fat either. Her shins slimmed a little bit too, giving her legs a shapely form. She kept running for a while after that, but nothing seemed to happen. This is odd, she thought. There should be something in that bra by now. Dejected, she walked home.
When she awoke the next morning, her chest was still flat as ever. She put on the bra and panties that had been her tracksuit and went for a jog. Nothing. She didn’t even get any slimmer. She did the same thing the next day, and the next, until eventually a whole week had passed. She picked up the clothes. “This,” she said to them, indifferent to the fact that they were inanimate objects, “is your last chance. If I don’t have breasts by the end of today’s jog, you’re going in the bin, and I’m gonna find a way to change back.” She slipped them on and took a step towards the door.
Instantly, she felt a strange jolt. It didn’t hurt or anything, it was just that. Strange. She grinned. It was happening! She took another step, and this time the jolt was stronger. She felt something inside her chest. With every step, another jolt, and the whatever-it-was in her chest seemed to grow, bigger and bigger, until she reached the door, when she was forced to stop by the strange feeling, as the thing in her chest started pushing outwards. “Aah…” sighed Natsuko, a pleasure filling her as her chest grew into a pair of petite breasts. But they didn’t stop there. “Aaaaah…” They kept growing, into a modest size, and the pleasure built. “Aaaaaaaaah…!” They were above average now; she had filled out, and the pleasure just kept mounting. “AaaaAAAAAAH!” The pleasure was almost unbearable as her chest kept growing, pushing tight against the bra, getting bigger and bigger and bigger until finally they stopped, a beautiful chasm of cleavage on her chest interrupted only by two tiny straps thanks to the bra’s window. Natsuko looked down on herself. Her plump form was perfect now! Already sweating, she set off for her morning jog, her enormous, luscious boobs bouncing as she ran into the sunrise...
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