"Going once!" shouts the auctioneer, banging against the handrail. "Going twice!... Sold! To the lovely madam in the blue!"
As the auctioneer finishes his sentence the crowd begins to applaud, in part congratulating the older woman on her prize as well as ushering the auction along in the hopes of seeing more. The woman herself looks almost in shock, her mouth hanging open and her blue eyes wide in surprise as they stare up at her new body on the walkway.
"Can the winner please make their way to the back" the auctioneer instructs, gesturing behind him and to the back wall of the warehouse. Beneath the walkway, by a rickety staircase leading up to the walkway and the office where the bodies were being kept, sits a set of double doors with security guards flanking it on either side.
The crowd watches as the tall slender woman swallows hard before slowly beginning to make her way towards the doors, the people parting to give her some space as the color drains from her face.
Turning to the overweight young woman still posing next to him the auctioneer leans over to say something off the mic. The young woman immediately freezes up, her hands shooting back to her sides as she begins to waddle her way towards the stairs. Her massive unrestrained assets wobble with each of her heavy steps down the steep stairway, members of the crowd hissing in vicarious pain as they watch.
"One down folks, and so many to go" the auctioneer shouts, holding up the clipboard to get everyone's attention.
While subtle whispers still permeate the audience the auctioneer decides to go ahead regardless, figuring that this would be the norm moving forward as people discuss the events of the day.
"Next up, we have Lot Number...23!" the auctioneer declares, beckoning someone forth from the office once again.
The silence that had fallen over the crowd with the previous body is reversed as the next one walks out, the shorter young woman of Chinese descent mincing her way out onto the walkway causing the crowd to cheer and catcall the sweetly smiling woman.
Silky black hair dances around her ears as she walks ever so daintily towards the auctioneer, the neat bob of a hairstyle framing her soft and rounded features. Her large brown eyes lock onto the man with the mic, only turning to face the audience when he gestures for her to do so.
As she walks her modest bust bounces gently on her chest, looking downright pathetic next to the overwhelming fatty flesh we had all seen on the previous woman. Her frame however was far more slender, with only a small amount of fat on her arms and torso to create a soft huggable aesthetic. The lion share of her body fat appeared to be focused on her behind and thighs, the large plump rear jiggling and shaking from side to side with each and every step. She is fairly pear-shaped, her hips flaring and her ass jutting out disproportionately to the rest of her thin form.
Her steps slow as she draws closer to the auctioneer, her deep brown eyes squinting as she gauges the distance between the two of them. The difficulty is not lost on the crowd, a series of loud murmurs breaking through over the diminishing catcalls. As she pulls up beside him her height finally comes into context, easily standing a fair bit shorter than the previous woman at around 5'3" to 5'4".
"Is this the sort of thing you were looking for?" the auctioneer asks, causing the crowd to roar back in an eager and emphatic yes. Taking a second to pause he turns to the cute young woman beside him, whispering something in her ear. Suddenly she springs to life, meekly waving down at the audience and feigning a coy attempt to cover up her naked and hairless body.
"Number 23 here is another exceptional fresh start" the auctioneer explains, waving his hand and clipboard over the modest appearing Chinese woman. "Though not as young as the previous lot, many of you folks would be getting a good few decades back with this purchase"
At that announcement several audience members quickly begin to fiddle with their phones, texting and calling individuals unknown and checking bank account balances as they weigh up their finances.
"Not only is she in her early to mid twenties, but she has been built with a memory like a steel trap for certain things" the auctioneer reads out, looking down at the clipboard for more information. "You'll be the talk of the office with that sort of mental storage, not to mention how good you'll look in a nice tight skirt" he prattles on with a wink, smacking the young woman's behind with his clipboard and causing her to yelp in surprise. "Or maybe business life isn't for you, but you'll never forget an anniversary or birthday again"
The auctioneer pauses for a moment in thought, reading the clipboard as the crowd grows rowdier and rowdier. With a click of his tongue a look of epiphany spreads across his face, an accompanying grin growing with it.
"Don't be shy, say hi" he croons in a sing-song manner, enjoying his own little rhyme.
"Hi" squeaks the young woman as she continues to wave in a shy and demure manner, her posture shifting rapidly between a more bold stance and the programed shy poses she was trying to move through thanks to the conflicting orders.
"Alright, so let's get this show on the road" the auctioneer states, obviously satisfied with how he pumped up the potential buyers. Before he can get another word out a hand shoots up, a nerdy looking young man in his late twenties calling out his bid.
"One thousand!" he cries out, turning to a plump young goth woman beside him as she nods up in approval. A mutual smile spreads across their lips before leaning in for a breif kiss together, only breaking off as another voice calls out a higher bid. The squat young woman leans in whispering something to the young man as he suddenly calls out "two thousand!"
Seeing how much faster this auction was moving I quickly raise my hand, making my first bid without so much as a second thought. "Two thousand five hundred!" I shout, the auctioneer pointing to me as he registers my bid.
The bids come in as a flurry, with people quickly joining in on the action before leaving the bidders just as quickly. More and more disappointed faces fill the crowd as it comes down to only a few bidders, the time between each bid growing longer and longer as everyone is forced to decide how high to push it.
Eventually the auctioneer begins to wrap things up, no longer pushing and urging people to push the auction further and further.
"Alright, going one!..." he cries, pausing to look over the crowd for any more bidders. "Going twice!..." he continues, pausing once again to little effect. "Come on folks, not even one more...Sold!" he finishes, cutting himself off mid-sentence much to his own amusement.
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