Leonard was starting to worry if he might stop at all when his body lurched, turned left and entered a McDonalds. Walking past the counter into the employee crew room, he opened one of the lockers, pulled off his shirt and put on one of the bras he found inside, his stomach fat rolling up his chest and expanding outward into breasts that amply filled up the cups.
More fat flowed about him as pulled a pair of women's panties, his midsection slimming down and his testicles retreating inside his body. He paused, a sensation like fire filling his gut as the changes retreated inside, reforming it in a feminine manner and burning up more of the fat.
He slipped on a pair of comfortable socks, feeling his feet shrink as they entered them, and a pair of black slacks, which now hid a sexy pair of legs. He affixed a nametag that read Leonard to his left breast, and combed out his rapidly expanding black hair before donning a green visor.
Slipping into a pair of comfortable flats, Leonard headed toward the front, unable to control himself. Perhaps it was cosmic justice for all the Big Macs he'd had, but as the former male took over the register from an attractive teenage girl, he thought he caught a glimpse of relief on her face...happiness to walk away.
She took an order, made change, assembled the food into a bag...smiled at the customer...then did it again, and again...a cog in the corporate assembly line. She was thin now, and pretty...and she wouldn't eat another Big Mac if she was starving on a desert island. She wondered what her new life held for her.
Meanwhile...
