Mix & Match - Part Two

"Well...Maybe just one" I say with a smirk, reaching into the water-like mass as I begin to paw around.

As my hand passes into the partially transparent wall of features I begin to strain my eyes, searching for something to test this whole thing with. Waving my hand around I finally wrap my fingers around something, ripping it out of the cascade as I bring my hand back up to my eye level. Resting in the small glowing orb is an image of wavy dark red hair, hanging around some unidentifiable person's neck in an array of curls.

"So...how do I...Um..." I mutter, squeezing the warm malleable orb in my hand. It was yielding and warm, but no amount of force or toying with it seemed to elicit a reaction.

I press the orb against me, squishing the ball and distorting the image within. However, still nothing happens. With a sigh, I bring the small object close to my face as I more closely inspect it. As I draw closer and closer to the orb I can't help but notice it smells faintly of honeysuckle and sun-dried linen. As the scent reaches my nostrils the cogs in my head begin to turn, a last-ditch effort to get some reaction forming in my mind.

"Do I..." I mutter, trailing off as I pop the wobbling ball in my mouth. Biting down I find it shifting around my mouth, still resisting breaking open by any means necessary. With one final act I swallow hard, gagging as I feel the warm object slide down my throat. My eyes water as it goes down, the pressure being felt constantly as it slowly shifts down and down until it finally comes to rest in my stomach.

"Did...Did it..." I begin to ask before I am cut off by a sudden burst of nausea. With a powerful retch I cough up another ball, the image of my own short brown hair appearing in the orb for a few moments before it becomes lost shifting images around me.

"That was...my...was that my hair?" I squeak, reaching up to my head but finding it was no different. Looking around I notice a faint glow under my sweater, my eyes going wide as I slowly lift it to reveal the sight of a slight glow coming from my tummy. "Okay...I guess that worked?" I mumble, turning my eyes back to the ever-changing images around me.

"Well...While I'm here" I say, a grin growing on my face.

Reaching back in I slowly but surely begin to pick out more and more traits, the grin on my face building along with the small pile of orbs in my arms.

"I should wait...to decide which ones I want first" I say to myself, stacking another orb with the image of a piano being played atop of a pile of similar hobby-based images. A beautiful garden, a mouth near a microphone, a perfect roast dinner, a woman on a stage in period attire, a studio filled with paintings, a sewing machine, a scantily clad woman dancing seductively, and even one filled with video game-based costumes.

Before long I realize I need to do something about this jiggling mass in my arms, fearing dropping them and losing the traits to the stream of images surrounding me. With my heart hammering in my chest I launch orb after orb into my gullet, tears welling up in my eyes as I force each and every one of them down. The glow coming from my stomach begins to grow and grow with each successive trait I gobble down, my belly slowly beginning to bulge as I fill myself with my new traits. With tears running down my cheeks I throw up a number of orbs as the new traits settle, the sight of dead plants and terrible pencil sketches quickly getting lost as they drift away from me.

Coughing and spluttering after the last set I begin to shift my tear-filled eyes over the images, searching for something to help get these things down. Eventually I spot it, snapping my hand out and grabbing the image tightly between my fingers. Bringing it to my face I get a better look at the image within, a heavily pregnant woman in her thirties sliding a dildo the length of her arm down her throat without ever batting an eye.

"This should help" I cough, quickly swallowing it. I feel my stomach churn as I spit up my old trait, the woman in the image tearing up as she barely manages to get the dildo to the back of her mouth.

Looking to test the theory I hastily snatch up another trait, the image of a person easily running a marathon quickly disappearing into my mouth. However, as the orb goes down I can't help but painfully gag at the intrusion.

"Fuck" I hiss before spitting up an orb displaying the same person now sitting on a couch. "Why can't I..." I mutter, pressing my hands against my distended stomach as I suddenly feel a gurgling sensation from within. The glow diminishes slightly, the coughing and spluttering I had been experiencing immediately ceasing as I simply stare down in shock.

"Did that work?" I ask, not really expecting an answer. Reaching out I quickly search for another trait, snatching up the image of an older couple standing next to a sold sign out front of a large modern house in the woods. "Well... let's see if..." I mumble, placing the image on my tongue and quickly swallowing it. To my surprise, it goes down extremely easily as my gag reflex appears to be far more under my control. A smile breaks out on my face before suddenly being broken by another escaping trait, the elderly couple now sitting around my old apartment and reading on the couch.

"That's better" I sigh, placing one hand over my throat while using the other to wipe the tears from my eyes.

Writhing in delight at my newfound skill I begin to look around the space for more traits to devour, my eyes quickly locking onto images of people in graduation gowns as they receive their degrees. Without a second thought I begin to grab orb after orb, the text on each certificate only reaching my gaze for an instant before disappearing into my maw. Computer Science, Literature, Chemistry, and diplomas in several foreign languages flash past me as my stomach grows ever brighter and tighter under the internal strain.

In a frenzy I continue going, lost in a haze as I scoop up images to make my new perfect life. Images enter my vision as quickly as they vanish, soon to be replaced by lesser replications.

A young woman with doting and wealthy-looking parents suddenly standing with my own parents.

An allergy test kit with no symptoms showing being replaced by one with many.

A medical exam showing perfect health suddenly showing a few minor problems as I spit it out.

A Japanese woman in her late sixties not looking a day older than thirty suddenly aging thirty years.

A parent easily managing their kids instantly being replaced with one in an unruly household.

A computer screen showing a massive bank balance quickly diminishing to next to nothing.

A man appearing to easily recite a large book solely from memory quickly being replaced by one who nervously reads from the text carefully.

A young woman standing in a board meeting as those around her applaud suddenly finding herself sitting at a small desk, staring blankly at a computer screen.

A happily married couple, obviously made for each other, strikingly being replaced by just one of them all alone in the orb.

A woman in what appears to be in the best orgasm of her life, her body shaking as she howls in pleasure, being replaced with the image of her looking more bored than anything else.

A woman appearing at ease as she cradling a newborn suddenly being replaced with a grumpy and more upset-looking version of herself.

A slim man in his twenties eating far more fried food than her reasonably should suddenly finding himself appearing obese as he eats out of a bucket of KFC.

One after the other I swallow down the warm orbs, only snapping back to reality as I feel my stomach begin to ache. Staring down my jaw drops, the tight glowing skin distending as though I was experiencing an extremely overdue pregnancy.

"I should stop...I mean..." I mutter, groaning a little as I rub my hands over my stuffed form. However, as I do so another thought comes to mind. This is only for a year, so why not try something...different.

Blushing intensely I begin to reach out, more tentatively this time, fishing out new physical traits for myself.

New set of soft kissable lips.

Athletic and toned build.

Soft sweet face.

Massive yet perky chest, displaying cavernous cleavage.

Thick plump behind, wobbling in the image almost as much as the orb containing it.

Tight cute pussy.

"Just for a year" I mutter, spitting out the image of my ten-inch cock which was now attached to a nerdy-looking girl in her early twenties. "I can always change it later. Go back to being a newer old me" I continue with a chuckle, wincing in pain as I feel like I am about to explode.

Glancing down, noticing the circle I had drawn still beneath me, I go to end the ritual the only way I could think of. However, as my hand reaches out to smudge the chalk I stop. In the corner of my eye I see one last trait floating past, the image of a woman riding a cock while passionately making out with another woman catching my attention.

"One more...couldn't hurt" I groan, grabbing the trait and painfully swallowing it down. Clutching at my bloated stomach I feel a wave of nausea hit me as I disgorge the woman's replacement trait, leaving her alone with the other woman in the same bedroom.

With one hand over my mouth, hoping to hold back the tide of vomit that threatened to come up as I moved, I reach down to the chalk circle. With a pained wince I swipe at one of the glowing lines, the red light quickly vanishing from the smudged site as the darkness spreads through the whole elaborate drawing.

I let out a shout of alarm and pain, my eyes drifting down to my stomach as I watch the tight skin begin to bubble. The orbs inside appear to move about, searching for their new home inside of me as the roiling images around me quickly begin to fall away. I'm hit with the sensation of falling, my stomach turning as it feels as though the air is suddenly rushing around me.

As I fall through this void I begin to see something below me, my seated body far off in the distance growing closer and closer as I threaten to collide with it. A searing heat begins to spread through me, the light that had illuminated my belly now apparent across my whole body. Breathlessly I try to scream, my voice catching in my throat as I'm wracked with pain. The sound of snapping bones fills my ears, my head beginning to ache and pound as decades of knowledge tries to compress itself into my brain.

The room in which I appeared to be sitting begins to change too, growing smaller and smaller as it shifts from a cozy living room/kitchen to what appears to be a tiny carpeted study filled with books and a small desk.

The room, having seemed a ways off, suddenly begins to approach faster and faster. My heart hammers loudly in my chest, the sound of blood pumping in my ears drowning out the more visceral sounds coming from my burning form.

Reaching up I try to brace for impact. However, as I make contact with the ground I instead find myself seated on the soft carpeted floor of the new room. Everything aches, my mind reels, and I can barely focus on anything as I slump over and pass out from exhaustion.