Alternate Lives - Part Five

 As I come to the landing I slow down, glancing around to make sure no one will notice me slipping back into my apartment. As I peer down from the stairwell I find my door slightly ajar, the sound of creaking floorboards coming from within. My blood runs cold as I hear the thumping footsteps echo from inside, the thought of just who could be in my apartment sending shivers down my spine.

"Burglar?" I whisper under my breath, creeping closer and closer to the door. It was hard to be subtle in this body, the massive assets doing little to assist in my sneaking.

I couldn't stop a burglar, not looking like this. This body was better built for being gawked at in the street than fighting off a home intruder. Still, I had to know just what was going on in my apartment. If they found the device in my closet, my resting brainless body, then who knows what might happen.

Leaning towards the gap in the door I creak it open just a little bit, shuffling as quietly as I can to get a better view. Peering inside with my pale green eyes I watch in horror as a man paces around my apartment buck naked, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other rubbing his stubble-covered face.

My own stubble-covered face.

I let out a loud squeal of shock as I tumble into the room, my tiny impotent fists balling up as I approach the all too familiar-looking man. To his own credit, as he hears me barge in he jumps in shock, quickly trying to cover his massive cock and failing to do so.

"Sorry, I..." he croaks, coughing as though he hadn't tried using my voice yet. "Who are you?" he asks, backing away as though cowed by the tiny overly developed young woman bearing down on him.

"Who am...who are you!?" I hiss, my surprisingly sultry voice struggling to carry the venom and bite I wanted it to.

"I'm... I'm Jordan Hughes" the doppelganger meekly replies, slowly standing up tall as though basking in their newfound height.

"That's a fucking lie" I hiss, my approach slowing as I find myself staring up at the towering figure that was my real body. "I'm...Jordan...oh god..." I whimper, noticing a little head trickle running down the side of my former body's scalp. My soft lips begin to quiver, my hands and knees shaking as I feel a wave of terror grip me.

The man looks down at me with confusion for a moment, the gears inside their newly transplanted brain turning as they try to take it all in. Suddenly, their stolen face contorts through a range of emotions, shifting from shock to disdain to eventually laughter. He slowly begins to stroke his cock once again, less shy now he knew the real owner was standing there and had seen it all before.

"I can't believe... You gave up this to be... that?" the thief chuckles, reaching down with a spare hand to poke at my mountainous bust. His finger sinks into the pliant flesh, a shiver running down my spine as another person finally interacts with my overly sensitive body. "Or I guess for those would be the more accurate statement."

"Fuck...fuck you..." I whimper, taking a wobbling step back as my face beings to burn red.

"Is that an offer?" my body chuckles, throwing me a wink. "It's been quite a while since I'd done...it" the thief states, glancing down at his stolen cock. "And certainly not with something so...impressive."

"Stop that!" I squeal, reaching to her arm as I try to pull it away from my former cock. My upper arms immediately collide with the sides of my overflowing chest, sending them jiggling enticingly before the massive mounds are pinned tightly between my arms. Try as I might I can't move her hand away, my tiny body only being able to make her strokes awkward and less evenly paced.

"Stop what?" the thief chuckles, reaching to my tiny pale hands with his spare one as he pries my fingers off. "This is my cock now and my apartment, in fact, you are just some stranger that barged in here while I was..." he begins to explain with a grin on his face.

Not waiting for him to finish his sentence I waddle as fast as my little soft legs can carry me towards the bedroom, needing to see the machine and what had been done to it.

I stagger and stumble into my bedroom, the sound of my body's deep chuckle following me down the small hallway as whoever was inside it watches my voluptuous form jiggle and bounce away. My eyes go wide as I see a faint red light being emitted from my wardrobe, the ominous glow leaving me quivering as I step around to peek through the open doors.

Looking inside my jaw drops, my eyes darting between the empty tube where my body had been and the now full one next to it. Bobbing gently on the tube where this lab-grown form I now wore used to float rests an old woman I knew all too well, my landlord Rachel Smith.

Her body floats slumped over slightly, her withered form on full display. She had been quite the bombshell in her youth, though those days were long behind. The woman was approaching seventy at this point, only a year or so away from the big milestone, and it showed in her body. Her face was lined with wrinkles, Laugh lines and crows feet digging deep into her skin as her once soft and pinchable cheeks sagged slightly into jowls.

Her silvery hair dances around her in the tank, the always perfectly settled bob floating around her I. The thick ooze that sustained her brainless body. A slight trickle of blood floats around her temple where the machine had sealed her up, the fragile aging skin already bruising after the shock of the surgery.

Her large bust appears fuller in the tank, the effects of gravity and rearing quite the number of children seeming to leave her as the large veiny mounds float unimpeded in the tank. My eyes lock to her large thick nipples, the surprisingly big nubs standings at attention with their nerves severed from any real mind. Despite this I wince as I remember how she looked without the support of a good solid push-up bra, her chest easily sagging down to her slightly pudgy and stretch mark riddled belly as they swung with each of her steps.

Her body was taller than my current one, but only by a few inches or so. She was remarkably thin, her frame only really keeping on any doughy flab around her midsection as her arms and legs remained rather slender. Her upper arms did however have a hanging section of skin and fat, little wings along her arms that she tried to often hide with long-sleeved blouses.

Her wide childbearing hips had gotten a lot of use over the years, her husband having used them thoroughly as handholds and to bear his offspring. Her ass, once pert and plump from photographs she had of her wedding day, now sagged as one of the few other sections of thick flab that lacked the perkiness of youth.

A thick mound of dark gray hair rests between her veiny legs, small red marks and liver spots showing through her almost sickly pale skin.

As I state at her floating body I let out a shriek, stumbling back and dropping my folder of documents on the floor. I brace myself against the bed, my heart hammering in my chest as my mind races in search of what to do.

"No need to be so dramatic" grumbles my former voice, my body standing in the doorway with one hand on its hip while the other remains firmly wrapped around my cock.

"M...M...Mrs. Smith?" I squeak, my whole body shaking as my eyes dart between the two naked bodies before me.

"In the flesh" she coos, biting at her lip as she picks up the pace with her new cock. "And what a lovely flesh...it...is..." She continues with a breathy grunt, my cock twitching in her hand before launching thick ropes if cum across the carpeted bedroom floor.

My eyes go wide as I watch it all, the elderly retiree grunting and chuckling as she stains the floor of her apartment with my own cum. My mouth just hangs open in shock, the elderly woman in my body merely slowly winding down her masturbation as she forces the last few thick white globs of jizz onto the floor.

"Oh my, that felt wonderful" she coos, wriggling excitedly. "So... explosive, so... immediate, I can see why it's all about..." She begins to enthuse, her train of thought soon getting cut short by me.

"Get ...get out of my..." I hiss, seething with rage as I watch my elderly landlord.

"Your what?" She chuckles, cocking her hip in an effeminate fashion as she smirks down at me. "Your body? This is mine, possession is nine-tenths of the law and I certainly have possession" she coos, running her free hand up and down her now flat and firm chest. "Or did you mean your apartment? Sorry little girl, but this is my apartment...though I guess I am only renting it from myself now" she states, muttering out the last bit as she gets lost in thought for a moment.

I feel myself break out into a cold sweat. I waddle over to the device in my closet and quickly press on the door to open it. However, despite my following the instructions to the letter nothing appears to happen.

Rachel tuts at me from my body, her grin growing wider. "Dim little thing aren't you, though looking like that who needs brains" she taunts, sashaying awkwardly with her narrow hips towards the bedside table. She quickly retrieves my phone tapping at the screen slowly and carefully like a person afraid of technology.

Suddenly, a garbled electronic voice croaks out from the machine"Access Locked: Authorized Owner Only" it crackles, the cheap speaker struggling to be heard.

Grinning ear to ear she waffles my phone at me, an app I had never seen before on screen. "What is it with men and never reading the instructions? I swear, Harold was the same pigheaded sort that would always..." She brings to fume, quickly venting about her late husband before returning to her current situation. "The instructions told you to get the... what's it called? App? I think it's only fair that someone more able to follow the directions gets to use this thing."

"But...why... You can't..." I blurt out, stammering and stumbling over my words as my eyes cling to the phone in her stolen hand.

"I can't? Sweetie I think I already have" she chuckles, swaying her hips as my massive cock shakes beneath her. "As for why?... Well... Why not, I saw an opportunity and I took it, that's how it works in the real world" she explains, talking down to me like I was some child needing to be taught a lesson.

"But... You can't just... What about my... my life and..." I whimper, tears filling my pale green eyes.

"And what about my life?!" She snaps, practically growling at me and causing me to flinch. "I was forced to stay home, be a good housewife and raise an ungrateful family. I watched my daughters get the education and opportunities I never had the chance to take myself. My husband, that dullard, barely knew a thing about real estate. It was all me, I had to teach myself between cleaning and feeding the whole damn house, though he took the damned credit for his 'little kittens' damned work every chance he got."

Taking a deep breath she rights herself, trying her best to calm down as she fights back the urge to vent fifty years of grievances. "I love my family, but no I think it's time for me to get the do-over I fucking deserve."

There is a pregnant pause for a moment, the reality of it all sinking in. Finally I speak up, my voice barely a whimper as I start to cry.

"You... please... you can have... have this... this body" I blubber, tears quickly rolling down my soft cheeks and staining the crisp white shirt that covered my solid table of flesh beneath me.

"And me a damned woman again? No thank you" she seethes, waltzing over to me. "You think I'm going to let it happen again? To get knocked up? Tied down by some man as I pump out kid after kid and use up my life looking after them all?" She explains, towering over me as she reaches down. "You're the one that has to deal with that, being told you're too 'emotional', having these ''things' being ogled and manhandled, of pushing out little brats that don't even call anymore" she spits, her large hands groping at my chest and hips to emphasize her point.

I writhe and whimper in her grasp, weakly swatting at her as her hands hold me in place. My heart races, my face growing flush as I'm forced to stifle and fight back the mewling moans of my sex-starved and hyper-sensitive form.

"But...your...what about..." I manage to whine out, my sultry voice a bare whisper as I try to shut myself up.

"My?... Oh my life?" Rachel asks, throwing her head back in laughter. "I don't really plan on going back to it...well..." She explains, hissing with her tongue against her teeth as she releases me and approaches her discarded form. "I might need to swap back at some point, just to make a few... Changes, to my will that is" she continues, her grin soon returning. "And to my tenant, Jordan Hughes, I leave 'everything' for being the only one to treat me like family in my final years" she coos playfully, her chirpy demeanor sounding off in my deep voice.

My eyes dart to the machine, the thought of her going back even for a few hours meaning my body would be left empty and for the taking. Rachel quickly gives me a side-eye, as if she knew what I was thinking.

"It will still be locked you silly girl, please try to keep up" she taunts, returning to inspecting her former self. "I don't really want to risk it though, I'm not sure that decrepit old thing can take many more times under the knife."

Standing There shivering, unable to stop the flow of tears no matter how hard I try, I whimper and whine at the body thief. "But... what... what am I... supposed... supp... supposed to... to..."

"Live ''your' life, whatever that may be" she snaps, turning to face me. "I'm assuming you'll be living in some car somewhere, or maybe a shelter. I'm sure looking like that you'll be able to find some man to take care of you. All the while I'll be living..." She begins to taunt, pausing for a moment as she turns to look at her old self. Her lips twist into a sour look before her face becomes more contemplative. Finally she looks back at me, smirking devilishly.

"I suppose you could always take my old body" she suggests, shrugging her stolen shoulders.

"What!" I screech, my eyes going wide at the suggestion.

"Well if you want to live as they doughy little sexpot then be my guest, I'm more than happy to work out updating my... Rachel's will and leaving me a very wealthy young man" she states, grimacing slightly as she looks at her own reflection. "God knows I'll need to if I hope keep this mind sharp when I'm old and gray again. Two lifetimes is a lot for..."

"Then don't do it!" I huff, stamping my foot. "Just... Just please, give me back my...you can enjoy your retire..."

"Oh but I am sweetheart" she coos, once more grabbing my cock before approaching me. "This is the best retirement I could have hoped for, a fresh start, thanks to you" she explains, wiping the head of my former cock against my shirt and smearing some of the remaining cum on it.

I stumble back, the tears coming out faster as I feel overwhelmed by it all. "But I... I can't... I mean..." I stammer and splutter, wiping at my tears and reddened eyes as I try and fail to compose myself.

"God, women are so emotional" Rachel mocks, enjoying the role reversal. "Look, you can either live out your retirement as Rachel Smith or keep whatever it is you made for that but I'm not leaving being Jordan Hughes" she explains, folding her arms over her chest in glee as nothing gets in the way of her arms.

"Now decide and get the fuck out of my home"