Sheets of rain pelt down around the crowds as they rush through the usual quiet side streets, the frigid shoppers rugging up against the biting winter cold. Dressed much like them, a heavy green sweater with multiple layers beneath, I pace my way through the crowd as they jostle to get through the gates.
I quickly push my way through, thanking my height as I look down over those struggling to slip past the narrow entrance in the large iron gates. Looming beyond a small parking lot sits a large warehouse, the roller doors having been opened to reveal a large makeshift showroom. The banner hanging overhead revealing just why everyone was here
BODY-BOUTIQUE FLASH SALE
Racing up through the no-man's land that made up the area between the warehouse and the gate I let out a sigh of relief, reveling in the feeling of the heated warehouse as a small army of tower heaters attempt to fight back the chill from outside.
I hadn't really intended to be here today, I'd never come to any of the previous sales even just to browse and to gawk at the wares. However, this year times had changed. My employer, my college, had done a great deal of restructuring over the past year and as a result my position at that institution had become redundant. Wanting to do what was right by me as a loyal member of the staff my department had organized for a reassignment, a carefully planned demotion of sorts to keep me employed. While it required for me to move away from the city I ad called my home for years it certainly came with benefits, namely a decently sized stipend to fund the move itself.
While I had originally planned to simply move all my possessions as is, my plans changed once I saw the date of this year Flash Sale. If I was ever going to try this service, to try and find a new body for myself, this was the time. No expectations, no questions as to why I had done it, just a new life and a new me.
To this end I had sold much of what I owned, adding it all to the stipend I had received to create a half-decent sum for the sale.
As I walk further inside the warehouse I begin to loosen my beige woolen scarf, finding the interior warmer than I had really expected. The heat was only partially thanks to the heaters, with the remainder coming from the large numbers of people crowding around the pedestals dotting the room.
Standing a top these platforms rest some of the most gorgeous individuals I had ever seen. Men and women of outstanding physical beauty, posing and acting in a flirtatious manner with the crowd gathered around them.
A small barrier holds the crowd from getting too close, giving room for the men and women in professional attire to walk about and make small talk with the prospective buyers. While there weren't as many of these direct sales areas as I had expected it certainly made sense for the space, with the warehouse already nearing capacity only an hour or so after opening.
"Hello" purrs a voice to my right, causing me to jump with a start. Looking over I see a towering redhead, her tanned and toned body on full display as she squats down on her pedestal.
"I...uh..." I mutter, unsure how to respond.
She chews at her lower lip for a moment, her piercing green eyes locked to my own as she lets out a short mewling moan. However, before I can muster a real response I watch as she turns to face another person walking by me. She quickly begins to repeat the same suggestive routine, running through the motions as though she were some mere animatronic.
"She's really something huh?" muses a nearby voice, a short plump woman in her late 30's catching my attention.
"Yeah...is she...all there?" I ask in response, eliciting laughter from the sorter woman.
"No no, she's empty...up there" the sales rep explains, beckoning the redhead to lean down before tapping the side of the sultry woman's head for emphasis. I watch as the redhead strains as she leans over, the enormous bust she had been saddled with hanging and jostling beneath her.
"That's...then how is she...?" I begin to ask, distracted by the sight of the redhead.
"It's just a simple sales program, a routine we put in their pretty little heads before we bring them out here" the sales rep explains, gently stroking the busty redhead's chin. "Don't worry though, that programming is easily removed before we stick any buyer in there" she continues, a grin forming on her lips. "So...how about it?" she asks coyly, arching her dark thick eyebrows.
"How about..." I begin to reply, pausing as I finally understand the question. "Oh...you mean..."
The sales rep tilts the redhead to face me, her vacant expression switching to a more sultry look with bedroom eyes as she sees a customer. The mewling moans and chewing of her plump lips returns as the rep whispers something in her ear.
"Please... I'd love to have you inside me" the redhead coos delightfully, rocking her wide inviting hips from side to side.
"I...um...how much...I mean..." I stammer, stumbling over my words as a blush covers my face.
"Oh not much, this is a sale after all" the rep replies.
"Oh not much, this is a..." the redhead repeats in her sultry tone, causing the rep to awkwardly lean in to whisper something else to make her stop before chuckling awkwardly.
"We were looking for...maybe $1,000,000 for this model" the rep explains, my eyes going wide in response. Obviously noticing my response her face turns a little sour, realizing I must not be of the means she was hoping. Clucking her tongue she gestures further back in the building, to a large metal walkway and the crowd beneath it.
"If money is an issue you may have more luck there, but keep us in mind if that doesn't work out" the rep muses, resigning herself to not making the sale. "We may have some wiggle room on the price" she continues, the redhead shaking her chest as the rep utters the word 'wiggle'.
Nodding to the two of them I take a step away. "Thanks, I'll...keep that in mind" I respond, walking deeper into the warehouse. As I look back at the redhead I watch as she eyes up a more prim and proper matronly woman, the naked goddess' demeanor immediately changing to being more chaste as they attempt to make their sale.
Following the sales rep's advice I march myself over the large crowd congregating under the large steel walkway. Speakers stand dotting the area, their low buzz being cut entirely by the clamor filling the warehouse.
Standing atop the walkway are a large number of men and women of all different shapes and sizes, the variety being far from the perfection on display out on the majority of the show floor. They stand stock still, barely even blinking with their hands locked to their sides and their naked forms on full display.
The crowd itself is full of an equally diverse range of people, all murmuring and eyeing up the collection of apparent nudists standing above us. Some stand with phones to their ears, even taking pictures of the bodies on display, while others discuss their opinions with those around them.
"I'm a fan of her, how much do you think she'll go for?"
"Honey honey, calm down...Yes I know, but is she the right color red...what's strawberry blonde?"
"Look at him! Oh I'm going to know how to use that thing so much better than my ex"
The cacophony of noise is quickly cut short as the speakers spark to life, a deafening buzz shrieking out before dying down just as quickly.
"Off Stage" calls a voice, causing the horde of frozen people to about-face and make their way off the platform. The men march off stoically, their movements fluid yet exaggerated, while the women softly mince their way out of sight daintily. The crow itself begins to jeer at the sudden departure, booing and making a ruckus.
As the last of the women disappear into some side office at the end of the platform a man in a well-tailored black suit makes his way out, a microphone in one hand and a clipboard in the other. His black hair is slicked back with gel, a subtle yet obviously fake tan clinging to his skin. From his pearly white teeth and his sharp jawline to his overly polished shoes, everything about him screams auctioneer.
"Welcome!" he booms, the speakers carrying his voice through the entire warehouse "to the Body-Boutique Flash Sale Auction!"
The crowd immediately begins to cheer, with more and more people rushing from the showroom to join in as the proceedings get started.
"We've got a lot of lots to get through today so we'll get started shortly. However, some ground rules and explanations" the auctioneer states, taking his place just off center of the middle of the walkway. "Firstly, all sales are final. If you get a body you don't like and want your old one back you may be able to get it back during the subsequent lots in the auction, but otherwise...tough luck" he begins to explain, shrugging his shoulders in a very over the top fashion.
"We're going to be bringing out lots one at the time. They'll give you all a good look, I'll tell you what I can about them, and then we'll begin the bidding. We've got quite a few people here today and we're going to need to move through the proceedings quickly, so you'd better be quick on the draw if you one of these beauties".
The auctioneer cringes a little before speaking again, giving the crowd a cheeky grin before continuing. "Now these bodies were designed by other people, usually with a purpose in mind. They may have some great bonus features, enhanced strength for example. However, they may also have some more...negative changes in them. These aren't limited to the physical aspects of the person too. Thanks to our...patented technology, they might also have some amazing new skills or some...annoying habits".
The crowd quickly returns to murmuring again, muttering amongst themselves about this warning being given moments before the auction starting.
Noticing the unease the auctioneer quickly returns to a more boisterous tone. "Without further adieu. Our first lot is..." the auctioneer coos, pausing to read from his clipboard. "Number 19!"
The crowd cheers as the auctioneer gives a flourish with his hand, gesturing down the walkway before beckoning someone out of sight with his fingers. The crowd's enthusiasm slowly dies down as the first body begins to pace out into view, an incredibly overweight young Mediterranean woman waddling out with a smile plastered across her rounded face.
Her thick dark hair hangs about her ears, the locks styled and ruffled into a layered look. Her face is dominated by a large Roman nose, the feature taking some of the attention away from the pimples dotting her cheeks and the double chin resting beneath her jawline. Her chest is extremely generous, the perky fatty mounds jiggling with each of her uncomfortable-looking steps along with her distended belly. Her hips rock from side to side as she waddles her way towards the auctioneer, her flabby behind shaking wildly along with her reddened chaffing thighs.
As she pulls in next to the auctioneer her height comes into context, roughly standing at around 5'6" or 5'7" in comparison to the tall man next to her. She spins on the spot, her hands locking to her side as she pivots to face the crowd below. Her eyes are a steely gray, with long lashes fluttering as she attempts to show off to the best of her pre-programmed ability.
"Pose set one" the auctioneer states, the young woman immediately beginning to strike a series of poses. The Mediterranean woman rapidly begins to shift between cocking her hips, bending over to show her ass, and squeezing her chest with her arms to emphasize the sheer size of her bust. As she rotates methodically through these sexual poses the auctioneer clears his throat, starting up again.
"Lot Number 19 is bang for your buck, just look at how much body you get for your bid" he says, eliciting a nervous chuckle from the audience. "She's a potential fresh start. And, with a bit of work, she will serve you well as a new body"
The crowd however continues to murmur at the auctioneer's statements, largely unsold on the curvaceous young woman posing on the metal walkway.
"Pose set...three" the auctioneer mutters, the young woman immediately snapping upright before taking on a more demure and meek demeanor. She shyly begins to act a little coyer, shimmying in place as she turns to hide her chest from the audience.
"I can in fact promise that there are no issues with her losing the weight she is currently saddled with, no issues with her metabolism or other such effects" the auctioneer explains, looking at his notes on the clipboard. "Or you could not, if that is more your speed" he continues, giving a wink to the crowd and causing several of the audience members to blush.
"Say hello to the audience dear" the auctioneer instructs the young woman. Without missing a beat she continues to cycle through her meek poses, failing to stop even as she is given new orders.
"Hello to the audience dear" she coos, her voice sweet as honey if a little nasal and hoarse. The crowd bursts into laughter at her literal interpretation of the order, the auctioneer giving a sigh of relief as he manages to ease up the crowd a little.
"So...shall we begin the bidding..." he calls out, wanting to waste no more time on a body that everyone could already see with their own eyes.
Silence falls over the auction area as the bidding opens. I, like most of the audience, begin to rapidly try to determine whether or not I would even make a bid on a body like this. Turning back to look over my shoulder I look at the showroom floor once more, my eyes drifting over the gorgeous bodies posing up on their pedestals.
The auction was the way the Body-Boutique sold most of their stock, while the showroom floor was designed to show off the best of the best they had to offer with the quality slipping as the day would roll on. "But they're so..." I mutter, looking at one of the practically naked women as she beckons for customers to approach her and the sales rep nearby. "Expensive".
I'm snapped from my train of thought as the auctioneer calls out again over the speakers, causing me to jump a little in place.
"Come on people, let's start off the day with a bit of action! No minimum, no offer too low!" he shouts excitedly, trying to get the crowd pumped up.
"100?" shouts an older-looking woman in her late forties, dressed in a light blue sweater that clings to her modest and slender frame, with no slight amount of disinterest and confusion in her voice.
"We've got a bid for...100?" the auctioneer responds, equally confused. "Come on now, this lovely young body is worth so much more than 100 dollars"
Seeing how low the bids were starting I quickly raise my hand. "150!" I call out, raising the bid only a small amount much to the auctioneer's frustration.
He huffs a little off the mic, returning to it once he had composed himself. "Alright! We've got some action now. 150 for the young man in the..."
Before he can even finish the sentence another person screams out their bid, a man missing a few fingers indicating his intention using what remained of his pinky and ring finger. Soon the crowd was rapidly shorting out their own bids, the auctioneer repeating each offer in rapid succession as he tries to keep up with the renewed interest.
As the minutes rush by the interest in the crowd slowly begins to wane, the bids becoming fewer and further between as people refuse to pay too much for the body currently on offer. The body continues to rapidly shift between poses, repeating the sequence over and over as a sheen of sweat begins to build over its flabby form.
"Going once!" shouts the auctioneer, banging against the handrail. "Going twice!... Sold! To the..."
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