Bridget yawned and stretched. It was a lovely morning. The sun streaming crisply through her bedroom window. Her second floor room was high enough for her to wander around most of it without being seen by the world outside, so long as she didn’t go nearer to the window than the dresser. It was a long and narrow room, with her bed set along one side at the back, next to the door.
She was standing beside her bed, looking out at the countryside being lit up by the rising sun. She watched the bright patch of light on the ceiling – a reflection from the bathroom window glass as it moved slowly along and down the wall towards her. “Right,” she thought. “When it reaches me I will go and have a wash. Only a few minutes. A moment of indulgence in an otherwise hectic world.” That sounded like a quote from something highbrow, but what? It didn’t matter, so she just watched the reflected sunlight slowly creeping along and down the wall towards her.
She knew when the sun had caught her, not because there was a slight indentation of the rectangle of light on the wall, but because she felt the need to do a really big yawn, and somehow the impulse had come from the light. She stretched, arms wide, chest and breasts heaving, then stretched some more. Hang on, yawns don’t go on like this… She fell longwise on her back on the bed, arching her back as she still stretched sideways. She was widening, there was no doubt about it. It was a dull pain, a pain that had images of this must be done.
There was a ‘pop,’ and she looked down to see a breast emerging from between her separated breasts. She was a foot wider at least now, and still the urge to stretch continued. She also noticed that her whole torso was wider, not just her top, and that her legs were very wide apart now. Enough to get an elephant in, she joked to herself.
A splitting pain down her middle, and somehow she just knew that she had two breastbones, side by side, connected by cross-ribs. Then there was the feeling of being closed up between her legs, and her pulled-sideways vagina dipped in the middle and sealed, leaving two vaginas to slowly move apart. This was solidifying, and Bridget was not surprised to sense a little bud growing up on the new flesh. It was not a penis, as she had suspected, but it then flopped down flat and grew out, enlarging and lengthening. The real giveaway was the foot on the end, with one central big toe and two normal toes on each side. How she know from only her mental image was a puzzle she set aside for later. She just knew.
She was breathing harder, almost as if she had bigger capacity lungs to fill – which she did. Then she passed out, knowing that this was necessary – like a reboot of a computer, to allow new things to be accepted by the body/system.
She awoke, and from the body feelings of a slightly asymmetric heart beat, knew she had two hearts – probably because one couldn’t handle all the extra work. She looked down. She now had four breasts, all in a neat row across her at least four-feet wide chest. She was still straining sideways, so she looked at the wall and saw a head beside her, slightly blocking her view. It was raised as if looking around, then fell back on to the pillow. It tuned to her, and its eyes were shut. The eyelids flickered and then they opened.
It was as if someone had thrown a switch, and now she was seeing from two heads at once. There was a double-image, which resolved itself into one with a silent thunk as the other brain kicked in, and there was a moment of confusion as things sorted themselves out. Then she settled down and noticed that there was a large bundle of nerves running along the between-shoulder from one neck to the other – a bit like a horizontal spine, complete with bony ridge – presumably to keep the two brains functioning as one. She certainly felt still-the-same Bridget, but just that there was more of her. A sort-of turbocharged personality, with more weight behind it.
The activation of the dual-brain system seemed to have been the last thing that was scheduled to happen, because she stopped arching her back and relaxed, exhausted, flat onto her bed. It was a good job it was a wide one, or she’d be over the edge. She pushed herself up into a sitting position ,and noticed the fullness of her new body. Four legs, three vaginas, three belly buttons, three breast bones, with four perfectly formed breasts in a neat row. Getting up – carefully, operating on four legs side-by-side. Oops, failed. She sat down, confused again for a bit, and giggled.
Trying again, she got up and managed to shuffle in front of her dresser, for the large mirror would give her a better view of her new body. She looked surprisingly natural, with even a slightly thinner waist to compliment the rest of her incredible body.
Realising she was in view of anyone – if they wished to do so – who might look up and into her room, she moved back and grabbed her coat from the hook on the back of the door. With this on, and it hiding as much as possible, she shuffled forward to close the blinds. Now it was pretty dark, but Bridget found that four pairs of eyes helped with low-light vision – that, or her eyes had been upgraded as well. She shuffled, no walked to the light switch and threw it, then returned to the mirror for a longer look. By using a hand mirror she could see her two spines running down her back, but apart from that – and the width – her back looked normal.
Inspection over, Bridget visited the bathroom, where – with a bit of trial and error – she disposed of the waste produced by the change. Finished, and feeling ready for anything, she got up and almost walked into the normal-looking man standing in the doorway.
“Clothes madam?” He asked, with a neutral accent.
Of course, she’d need something to wear. She couldn’t just go around in a coat, improvising. She would look odd enough as it was. A whole new wardrobe was needed – tailored to her exact needs. The next hour was spent sorting out materials and taking measurements. The questions of where he’d come from, how he’d got into a locked house, and what was she to do next, or even the most important one of all: Why her? never arose in that time. She was purely interested in being fitted for her new life.
Through the bedroom window there came the sound of vehicles drawing up, and commotion in the street. Her clothes had all been made – don’t ask how – and she was choosing a pair of nice hats when the tailor grabbed her urgently and said “We’ve got to…”
The explosion took out most of the house. The vehicles drove innocently away.
“… go now, quickly,” the tailor finished. Bridget looked around. She was not in her house anymore. Everything felt different – alienly different. However, she felt at home here, in this strange new universe. “You’ve been bought here to a place of safety. There are… things …that don’t like your kind. If it hadn’t been for the auto-systems detecting trouble you would be dead.”
Reality was now allowed to kick in. Bridget was now a super-wide human with four legs, four breasts and two heads. She screamed long and hoarsely in stereo. Tears rolled down all her cheeks. Despite the comfort of feeling at home in this new place she had still gone through a lot. It had been bottled up and had to come out, eventually.
“Don’t worry,” said the tailor when she’d finished and was gasping for breath. “You’re safe here. Come and see your new home. You’ll like it.”
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