Chapter 4 - iv: goofs and gifts

She was I noticed fairly immediately, in a bathrobe which helped matters somewhat even if I very much wanted to steal it from her. I noticed pretty quickly after that however that she was also extremely attractive and thus I was still not feeling at my most confident making an introduction while stark naked. She was a blonde with her hair in pig tails and tanned sun kissed skin. Her whole beach babe vibe completed perfectly with a set of blue eyes. The only part of her appearance that was off from the look was a set of thick framed hipster glasses. "Kay bye" I let out in sudden and slightly embarrassingly high squeal before diving back towards my room. The blonde quickly out of sight as I slammed the door behind me mumbling some sort of apology.
After the feeling of wishing I was dead and reminding myself that strange mirrors were not to be trusted I was hoping that maybe the damn thing would leave me alone and let me have some much needed beauty sleep, sadly it seemed there would be no rest for the wicked that night. A few moments later I heard a soft and unsure knock followed by a soft squeak. "You...uh forgot this" murmured a high and adorable voice from beyond the darkened oak a slight sliding motion coming through as a nylon fabric object was slid under the dark oak door. Before I could object to any of this there was a pitter patter of feet as the woman who had gifted me the strange object disappeared off to whichever room she had procured for herself.
Every fiber of my body was practically vibrating as I shivered in what I thought at the time to be fear. I knew that whatever the object was I shouldn't touch it, it would no doubt not have my best interests in mind, and was at best someone else's outfit. So I turned over in my overly large bed and elected to leave the strange piece of cloth alone. As it turns out easily accessible mysteries aren't conducive to good rest and so I lasted maybe two minutes before sliding my lithe body out from underneath the sheets. I approached the strange object with as much trepidation as I could muster approaching it at a slow tip toe. On closer inspection it seemed to be a nightie, deep black with golden trimming a symbol on the stomach area looking like some kind of diamond in a hexagon.
I got lost in that golden symbol as I explored the spider webbing of detailing, carving paths like lightning on a canvass through and around it.
As I finally finished perusing it I knew where I recognized it from as I plucked the old Polaroid from my bedside table. The whale of a woman's gut took up most of the picture and her elephantine size, and the process of trying to comprehend her number of rolls had distracted me from the fact that the top of her many rolls and her mammoth tits were in fact shrouded in a deep black nightie. An all too familiar golden symbol stretched cartoonishly across her enormous top half. I felt no fear or shock as I returned to the stylish bra and panties on the floor, and chuckled to myself that I had almost confused them for a nightie. Sure the symbol was the same but that didn't mean anything in the fashion world, It was especially easy to ignore since the underwear draped on the floor were perfect for the slutty yet badass ascetic I was looking to cultivate. They were black and sheer with golden symbols across the center of each cup and on the center of the thong itself. They were open at the top anyways but the strings to tie them on looked to be fairly durable and while it certainly wasn't going to provide any practical protection from gravity it would look pretty awesome. I realized I was naked and so of course, as an unusual pop rung out in my ears, I slipped them on. They were beyond comfortable and every area they covered seemed to feel like it was being kissed by angles, not only that but despite my earlier comment I felt like tits were being cupped by some beautiful sex goddess. I spent a few seconds strutting around and I posed for a moment in my thankfully now normal again mirror. It felt like a second skin so I was quite happy to slip into bed wearing them despite my normal habit of doing so naked. I elected as I snuggled into one of the many pillows, to thank the girl outside for reminding me, after all I wouldn't want to have forgotten my favorite lingerie.
That night I slept better than I had in a very long time, the bed was super comfortable which is saying something coming from a girl who's slept and seen and uhh stress tested quite a few. I was kinda expecting to be pestered by prophetic dreams or something along those lines as would be typical for any story involving magic but I got off scot free. The next morning I woke up to a relaxingly hazy morning, I'm a bit of a zombie in the morning so I sort of mumbled my way through the morning routine, quickly throwing on some dark makeup applied painfully through bleary eyes and eying the shower with a look of heavy contempt.
Bed head was a style I had worn many times over years of generally not caring about my appearance so I didn't even bother running a comb through it. After that I set to work with the other chores of the morning, a feeling nagged at the back of my mind, something about changing underwear but I quickly dismissed it. After throwing on a nice if slightly coffee stained t-shirt from some band I had forgotten about I noticed that it fit a little worse than usual, revealing the bottom of my midriff, my large breasts oozing out of it's plunging neckline. Again the feeling of doubt came back but I dismissed it even as I struggled to pull my short shorts on over my ass and a curvy hips. To anyone who wasn't addled by magic it wouldn't of been clear that my figure was looking like a thicker hourglass than it had the day prior, a few inches padding all the right places. But I dismissed it with an annoyed hair flick as I struggled to put on boots with my entire view of my feet blocked by my more impressive prow.
As I turned to face the door I saw a large message hovering before the door."Breakfast in atrium- meet new people" it read in its large ompalompa orange writing that seemed to have been styled after the dreaded comic sans. It faded after a moment and I realized that I still had two other fellow prospects to meet. "Three technically" I corrected myself with a slight blush recalling last nights encounter before stepping out into the world draping my leather jacket over my shoulder