The Swap Meet: Underground - Part Two

Frantically wiggling I try to slosh myself up and out of the sides of the cup, the fight or flight response wracking my mind cover coming any rational thought of what I would do next.

However, before I can make any sort of progress I feel my world quickly lurch once more. Lacking any of the care or practice of the masked figure, I am suddenly heaved up as a warm breath rips down and into the cup. My view is quickly filled with a horrifying view, a wide and gaping maw that parts as it hungrily awaits for me to fall inside.

I scramble as best I can to hold on, my whole oozing body straining to cling to the smooth plastic. However, with only a slight shake I find myself hurtling down before my vision is swamped by darkness of the massive lips seal around me.

I frantically try to grip to anything, to the long slimy and trashing tongue or the broad and immense feeling teeth. However, it only takes a tilt of the head and one long hard swallow to send me cascading down further as I feel myself narrow out before losing consciousness once again.

Twisted Testing - Part Five

Watching as Fiona goes to the cafe, leaving several minutes after with a coffee and muffin in hand as she wanders into the boutique, I sit and stew in the car. My head pounds, the ache behind my eyes returning as I ruminate over our brief argument.

"Cute..." I mutter dimly, my voice lacking much conviction in it as I slowly find my gaze lingering on a broad brimmed mustard yellow hat with a thick black ribbon tied into a bow. In an instant my head ache ends, the throbbing building to a sharp pain before vanishing as I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Fuck it..." I huff, opening the door as I kick my legs out and haul my body from the car with a little jump. "... It's just one outfit... then I can try... something else..."

My pout simply refuses to leave my adorable face as I stumble across the wet asphalt in the oversized shoes before quickly hopping to the foot path and ducking into the quaint little clothing store.

I'm immediately met with the scent of freshly pressed linen and vanilla bean, the soft scents hanging in the air and acting to accentuate cozy nature of the boutique. The brick wall are painted a bright white and the floorboards are a light shade of brown, the colors likely being aimed to make the narrow storefront feel a little bit larger.

A long set of shelves run down the center of the shop, dividing it up into two walkways leading down either side of the shop. Along the walls sit a series of racks and stands, the eclectic mix of furniture playing host to different articles of clothing.

Twisted Testing - Part Four

Letting out a sigh of relief I ease back into the seat, my feet kicking in the air absentmindedly as I sink deeper and deeper into the plush and well worn cushions. Through the pounding in my skull I try to think about my next steps, my gaze shifting down the my shrunken body before returning to my phone as I bring up my banking app.

With a quick confirmation of the new deposit I turn off the screen, my shoulders rolling a little as I test and enjoy the freshly reformed joints.

"Okay... first things first... I'm going to need some clothes that actually fit... this..." I grumble, looking down at my drastically shrunken yet remarkably curvy and overtly feminine body.

Sitting up I groan a little, feeling the heavy weight on my chest sag as my skin is pulled taut by the soft flabby mounds. Using my left arm I let the head sized rack rest on the delicate and slender limb, finding a pleasant relief as I slowly glance around the room in search of something to wear.

Wracking my brain I struggle to really think of anything that would really fit me, my thoughts turning momentarily to my sweaters before I let out a little sigh. "I'll just wear the stupid shirt..." I grumble, standing up and feeling the air ruff up between my legs and against my exposed mound.

Shuddering at the sensation, my heart pounding at the thought of going outside without pants let alone underwear I quickly shake the thought from my head.

"It'll be quick... really quick..." I huff, snatching up my keys and my wallet as I stumble over to the front door.  

The Swap Meet: Underground - Part One

Slowly walking down the winding and poorly lit steps, my hand clutching the heavily used and tarnished bronze handrail to my left for support, I try to keep the clean cut young man ahead of me in sight. Heavily worn red carpet clings to each step, the decades of disrepair leaving the wooden boards beneath visible in footprint shaped patches to the left and right of the narrow stairwell.

The air is filled with the heady scent of perfumes and incense, an overwhelming musk of bright artificial floral blending with deeper warmer aromas in an effort to cover something up. Still, as we wander down the steps something begins to sting my nostrils and burn at the back of my eyes.

I take a stumbling step as I inhale deeply, my nose quickly filling with something viscous as my ears begin to ring.

The young redheaded man, noticing my staggering, pauses before reaching back to take my arm. His pale icy blue eyes catch the flickering light of the candles lining the walls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he too begins to wobble a bit.

"Just a bit further..." he coughs, snorting loudly as he tries to force back the building gunk in his sinuses. "... Not going to turn tail now are you?" he chuckles, his broad shoulders bending back in a stretch as his chest strains against the skin tight black shirt he had practically painted onto himself.

Second Class Swaps - Part One

"So... How has the job search been going?" the woman across from me mutters, the bookish and dark-haired academic leaning in a little to sit at the steaming hot latte as she pulls a little at her navy blue scarf.

Despite having broken up over a year ago Fiona and I had still caught up regularly, our lives having been enmeshed for so long that it was hard at this point to simply not remain friends.

"Well... about the same as it has been..." I grumble back, having received a fresh batch of rejections this morning. I watch as my former girlfriend purses her lips a little, a slight bit of foam from the coffee clinging to them as she seems to ponder something.

"I think Latham is hiring again, you know... after all the lay-offs" she muses, raising one of her somewhat pudgy fingers to her chin in thought. It had been well over a year at this point, a year since myself and many of my colleagues had been forced out of academia due to 'over-hiring' during the pandemic.

I feel a pang of frustration at the news along with a slight elation, annoyance that they seemed to have let me go for nothing blending with a hope that I could just slip back given my prior experience.

"Really?" I cough, spluttering a little into my own coffee as I choke down a half-sip. "Maybe I should..."

"Yeah..." Fiona mutters as she cuts me off absentmindedly. "Mrs Mawab said we needed to bring in some more people for diversity. I mean you remember how much of a... sausage..." she giggles, her laughter turning to an awkward chuckle as she looks over my rapidly souring expression. "... sorry..." she mutters, turning to attention back to her coffee as she sips more in an effort to keep from speaking.

'Borrowed' Body - Part Five

Inching in I quickly walk over to the bed, my petite form dropping to the overly soft squishy mattress with a thud as I spill a few drops of wine on the pillow case.

I can't help but groan at the sight of the slowly growing stain, my head craning up as I take a few more gulps of the wine. "I'm so fuckin' stupid..." I groan, glaring for a moment at the glass as though it could just be the wines fault.

With one hand clutching the glass I begin to unzip the jacket, revealing white v-necked top and the generous cleavage beneath the white padded jacket. "Bitch sure has a style..." I grumble, reaching down as I begin to move to unbuckle and peel the skin tight jeans off of me.

"Though... like... it does look super cute..."

As the jeans slide down my slender yet soft thighs, the denim and elsatine blend relaxing as it glides over my soft supple thighs and down past my calves. I give my legs a wiggle, shaking them as I kick the pants off as I'm left staring down past a perky shelf of lightly tan flesh to a set of cute white panties adorned with a tiny pink bow.

I'm forced to muffle a squeal as I spot the cutesy underwear, my dainty feet kicking excitedly as I revel in just how adorable they are. Reaching up to my top I quickly begin to shimmy out of the thing, wriggling my shoulders as I yank the white cotton shirt over my head before partially blinding myself in a cascade of platinum blonde hair.

Twisted Testing - Part Three

"Okay..." I mutter, sealing the bottle before placing it in the back of a draw for safe keeping. "... That's done... now..." I weakly croak, my voice catching as I grab the identical container in all but label that had come along in the package.

Rattling the bottle a bit I feel the large pill jostle and shake around, another confirmation that there was only a single pill inside. Swallowing hard I pop the cap, holding out my hand as I shake the pill out.

Watching as the contents roll out I find myself staring at the Pink Pill, my pulse spiking as I realize womanhood is in my future. My stomach quickly begins to twist itself into knots, a sinking feeling soon follows as I squeeze my thighs around the flaccid organ resting between them.

"God damn it..." I huff, taking a long exhale in an effort to calm myself down. "I mean... I knew what I was going into..." I mutter, putting the empty bottle back down before shuffling off towards the living room.

"... But this is still..." I sigh, dropping into my well-loved and threadbare green sofa with a thud. "... Going to be weird..."