"Sold to the young man in the back!" cries the auctioneer, pointing straight down at me.
Many in the crowd begin to applaud as heads turn to look at me, those around me anxious to see just who had paid so much to become the relatively pear-shaped woman up on the walkway, my cheeks begin to burn a deep crimson. While I had spent practically all my money on that new body and I had certainly paid more than I had intended, the impulse buy only making my embarrassment worse.
"If you the winner could make his way towards the back of the room" the auctioneer asks, waving his clipboard towards the set of double doors at the back of the warehouse which the older woman had walked through only a matter of minutes ago.
"If you could please wait with your new self for a moment until our previous winner is done inside, our technicians will be with you in a bit" he continues, leaning over to whisper into the young Chinese woman's ear. Suddenly she seizes up, her poses ceasing as she spins on the spot and begins to mince towards the stairway. Before she gets out of reach, the auctioneer gives her plump juicy behind once last smack. A chuckle courses through the crowd, my eyes locking onto the soft jiggling flesh as it simply appears to ripple delightfully with the impact.
Swallowing hard, much like the previous winner, I begin to shuffle my way towards the doors. The crowd parts as I move, my height aiding me in navigating the sea of people while also allowing them to inspect me themselves.
"Why would he buy a body like that?"
"Do you think he'll be up for auction later?"
"Honey, pay attention. One like him, that's the physique I was talking about"
Reaching the doors I'm simply left to shuffle about awkwardly, waiting for both the body I had purchased to make its way down the stairs and for the middle-aged woman inside to finish up with whatever they were doing beyond the double doors.
Glancing around I spot the young couple who had driven up the price along with me, the plump young goth glaring at me with a scowl plastered across her face. I'm lost in thought for a moment as our eyes meet, only looking away from her as her own gaze darts down beside me as her grimace grows even worse.
Looking down next to me I'm met with the sight of the top of my new body's head, the neat bob of black silky hair shimmering in the bright industrial light of the warehouse floor. Her arms are locked at her side, lacking any hair beyond a very subtle fuzz.
Leaning down I bring myself forwards and down closer to her eye level.
"Fuck..." I whisper under my breath, realizing just how much height I was losing n this exchange. "You're...short" I hiss through gritted teeth.
As our eyes meet the empty-headed woman glances up at me, the polite smile painted on her lips growing brighter as she flashes her own perfect pearly white teeth. She doesn't say anything, doesn't move, doesn't do much at all besides waiting beside me expectantly.
Returning my gaze back to the goth girl I find her looking up at the walkway, obviously unsure about the next body as she chews at their lip while hemming and hawing the whole time. The crowd around her begins to grow restless, jeers and catcalls being thrown out with reckless abandon as many people begin to take pictures.
Looking up to the walkway I'm met with a fairly awkward angle of the whole affair, the perforated metal platform blocking much of my view of the proceedings as I stare up at an extremely sharp angle. Approaching the auctioneer I see a sweet, albeit fairly plain-looking young woman with fiery red hair frizzing out wildly either due to lack of care or potentially the humidity. Her skin is fairly light, with a light smattering of freckles dotting her cheeks, shoulders and her chest.
While I can't see her lower body from my angle I can certainly see why the crowd was growing rowdy. Her chest is positively huge compared to her otherwise slender frame, the gigantic mounds sagging in a delicious teardrop shape. They jiggle with each and every mincing step, no matter how small a motion these tender footfalls produce. As she turns to face the audience a loud cheer erupts through the warehouse, the crowd obviously enjoying this Plain-Jane with the huge rack.
As the auctioneer begins to go through his spiel the door next to me begins to creek open, snapping my attention way from the auction up above.
I jump a little in place as I watch the tall middle-aged woman from before walk out of the doors stark naked, a polite smile plastered across her thin pink lips. Her short and expensively styled brunette hair dances around her as she quickly walks over to the stairs and begins to climb up towards the auctioneer and the small office above.
Following soon after the first body from the auction comes waddling out, her cheeks blushing a deep red as she watches the middle-aged woman she had once been waltz around naked in front of so many people.
"Yes, Charlie...I know...I know just..." the milf turned young Mediterranean woman huffs into an expensive-looking cellphone, her voice husky and a little out of breath. "Yes I know just...look just call Raymond and set up for... Yes, sweetie I know it's going to be a change but...Well if you..." she continues, growing visibly frustrated with whoever was on the other end.
Her pudgy new form is covered up in what looks like a set of disposable light paper clothing akin to something you'd find in a hospital, the whole outfit doing well to hide her curves beyond the shelf of flesh she had for a chest and her wide bulging backside. While one hand is held to her ear the other holds all the possessions she had come into the sale with, namely her purse and her clothes.
Pausing mid-conversation she looks up at me, a faint amount of recognition spreading across her face as she remembers me from the auction for the body she now inhabited. Her eyes roam over me before turning to the short young woman beside me, a subtle grin spreading across her new lips.
Pinning the phone to her shoulder to free her hand she quickly grabs the robin's egg blue sweater she had been wearing before passing it to me.
"Here" she mumbles, shifting awkwardly as she struggles to get used to all the unwelcome movements that accompany her larger form. "Think of it as a consolation prize and..." she continues, taking a pause as she looks at the new body I had won "I think you'll get more use of it out of me."
"Th...thanks" I stammer in response, taking the soft wool sweater from her "and congratulations on the win"
"Yeah...win..." she mutters, rocking her shoulders as if to loosen them up as she looks at the body she could have waited for standing next to me. Before either of us can respond her eyes go wide before sharply narrowing. "No!...No Charlie! I don't want to see Doctor Keyes, just book in more sessions with Raymond...Are you seriously jealous about..." she grumbles, shuffling out towards the crowd as she heads to the exit.
As I watch the woman leave I see movement out of the corner of my eye, the sight of my new body quickly pacing her way in through the doors hitting me as she heads off without so much as a peep out of her.
Racing in after her I let out an audible gasp. The large loading bay in the back of the warehouse had been converted into some sort of science fiction wonderland, large racks of servers and computers lining the walls as bundles of cables criss-cross all around the room itself. In the center of the mess rest several large surgical tables, one of which my new body was already climbing her way onto before laying down and freezing into place.
Beyond the mere material around the room a number of technicians rush about, fiddling with computers and corralling new bodies for the showroom floor onto tables to have new sales routines uploaded into them.
"You're the winner of Lot 23?" barks one of the techs, snapping me out of my stupor. The man is somewhere in his late thirties early forties, the beginnings of gray hairs forming in his sideburns and around his rough facial hair. He stands around a head shorter than me, but the no-nonsense look in his steely eyes certainly commands my attention.
"Yeah, I..." I begin to reply before being cut off by the man.
"Right, strip down" he orders, nodding towards the table next to my new form.
I pause for a moment, shutting the door behind me out of modesty.
"Today! Come on, if your body is healthy enough they'll be seeing it all anyway in a few minutes" he grumbles, walking around to the young Asian woman as he begins to affix wires around her head.
I hastily begin to pull my clothes off, tugging off my thyme green sweater and scarf before wriggling out of my black t-shirt and well-worn black jeans. Kicking them beside the surgical table I pull off my boots in a fairly uncoordinated manner, the rush to get naked and the embarrassement it was causing making me fumble with the laces far too much.
As I lay back I hear a sigh a little to my right soon followed by the clicking of fingers.
"Come on people! Keep it moving!" the technician from before shouts, the sound of nervous footsteps rapidly approaching me from behind.
"Sorry sir" mutters an extremely anxious-sounding young man. Before any more words escape either of the two's lips I feel a slight jolt as a set of wires is stuck to my head, a low background buzz of electricity dancing across my skin disconcertingly.
"Just get him hooked up!" barks the technician, his footsteps growing further away before getting lost in the chaos of the room. "Simple swap...then I guess a diagnostic on the leftovers" he mutters, the loud clacking of keys being mashed on a keyboard making it through to me.
"Yes...Yes sir!" the young tech yelps, sticking more and more of the irritating electrodes to my scalp. After just a few seconds of this frenzied activity I hear the young man take a step back, sighing a little with relief. "Clear!" he calls out, the anxiety in his voice dissipating as he declares the phrase he must have used hundreds of times before.
"Alright. Mr. Winner, I'm sure you knew this part was coming up. We'll be emptying out as much of that body's head as we can before stuffing you into it" the older tech explains, his voice booming as he's forced to shout over the rest of the room.
"What about my identity and..." I begin to ask before yet again being cut off.
"We'll handle all the documentation and...Sammie!?...Check his wallet for a driver's license! We need to get a start on that!" the tech shouts, causing the young man behind me to jump in shock. However, it is not him who moves. Instead, I watch as a shorter woman with black hair races to the end on my bed before ducking down to rifle through my belongings.
"Yes Sir, on it" calls out the dark-haired tech, holding up my wallet before racing off to one of the many computers scattered around the room.
"Good, now where were we..." the older tech mutters, the pressures of today leaving him a little scatterbrained. "Right, once you're in there you're likely to notice...changes. There are all custom-made bodies, and as such they can come with upsides and downsides as I'm sure you're aware. Do you still wish to proceed?"
"I...can I know what I'm getting into?" I ask, causing the young man behind me to stifle a laugh.
"Nope, client confidentiality" the older tech responds. "So...are we doing this? I have dozens of more to do today so you're..." she begins to fume, causing me to interrupt him.
"Yes, I wish to..." I begin to respond, my voice getting cut off as a dizzying pain shoots through my head.
The sound of the room begins to disappear around me, forming together as though I was underwater. My vision immediately begins to blur, my sight of the ceiling and the lights above me tunneling as I feel myself struggling to focus on anything.
I open my mouth to speak, to say anything, but all I manage to mutter is a series of pained groans and unintelligible semi-syllables. I try to find the words in my head, but as I try to even think of what to say I find the knowledge of how to say it slip away to someplace beyond my reach.
My breath begins to grow heavier and heavier, my heart hammering inside my chest as I find my limbs become unresponsive and my hazing vision lock in place above me. The tunneling in my vision slowly gets worse and worse, the darkness encroaching on me before slowly consuming my sight along with the rest of my senses.
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