"Sold to the young man in the back!" cries the auctioneer excitedly, a smile spreading over his lips at my win. "Congrats sir, finally got one" he continues enthusiastically.
The audience, drawing on the upbeat reaction of the auctioneer begins to applaud a little louder than usual. Heads turn to look at me, the guy who had placed a bid on every single Lot so far in the auction, much to my own embarrassment. I had gone a little too far in that last auction, practically emptying not only my relocation fund but also my savings account in a single go. While my cheeks grow red from my embarrassment I can't help but meekly wave awkwardly at the crowd, waiting awkwardly for the display to finally end.
"Please head to the back of the warehouse sir" the auctioneer instructs, gesturing behind him. "It looks like there won't be a wait, lucky you" he states, his gaze falling onto the young couple that had won the second auction and the sight of the bald man still waiting beside the overly busty redhead.
The nerdy-looking man in his late twenties walks alongside his new short Chinese partner, her face twisting between looks of glee and frustration with each step. His arm wraps around her slender waist, his hand resting on her wide hips and pawing at her plush juicy behind playfully.
Her clothes hang from her now slender frame in an ill-fitting manner, the band tee she had walked in with now acting more like a nightshirt or dress on her shrunken form. With one of her hands she holds onto her boyfriend, requiring a bit of support as she learns her new body's natural stride, while the other holds up her black skirt with the bottom hanging a little bit below her knees.
As I begin to make my way through the crowd towards the back of the room the auctioneer crouches down, whispering a command to the contorted young woman who had twisted herself into a pretzel. Unlike the previous snappy actions from the other Lots she takes a little more time to start her walk towards the stairs, wriggling a little to free herself from the tight twisting shape she had bound her limbs into.
As she gets to her feet my purchased body quickly begins to rush towards the stairwell, her short stride moving rapidly to make up for all the time she lost extricating herself from the floor. The former chubby goth pauses with her boyfriend as I approach before turning to look up at the walkway. As my pint-sized new form reaches the landing of the stairs it pauses, the plump goth's former body quickly ascending up the narrow flight of stairs to the cheer of the crowd.
"Another for the leftovers folks" the auctioneer announces, glancing down at the young Asian woman that had once worn that particular body mere minutes ago. "I wonder how much she'll fetch."
Looking between her former form and the one I had just purchased the former plump goth turned Asian cutie quickly begins to pout, realizing she could have gotten something a little closer to her liking if she had just waited for another few rounds. Her gaze turns to me, shifting into a glare as she recognizes the man she had beaten in her winning auctioneer had in fact one that body.
Before any words could be exchanged her eyes go wide, a soft mewling gasp escaping her lips as her boyfriend begins to pinch and squeeze her delicious behind.
"Come on, say it again" the man asks, his lips turning into a goofy grin.
"No, seriously?" huffs his girlfriend, a think Chinese coating her every word.
"Come ooooooon, please" he repeats, glancing up at me as I pass by the two of them. "Are you embarrassed?" he asks, his tone playful yet mocking.
With a deep breath and a subsequent sigh she finally looks up at her boyfriend, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer. "Me love you...long time" she purrs in an attempted whisper, her new voice carrying a little further than she anticipated. She quickly releases her grip of his collar, glaring at him. "There, are you..." she snaps grumpily, only stopping as her boyfriend lifts her up and into an extremely amorous kiss.
Moving further into the crowd I quickly begin to lose sight of the two lovebirds, my last sight of them being the two groping each other in an intense display of public affection.
As I reach the large double doors I find the bald man and his prize stand beside them, the redhead immediately looking at me with a polite smile before switching to the same toothy grin she had performed up on the walkway.
Turning to the bald man I clear my throat, hoping to get his attention.
Glancing over to me, the stern-looking businessman shoots a surprisingly sweet smile before looking at the redhead. "Sorry about that" he says, referring to the heated auction. "My sweetie just finished high school, top of the class, smart as a whip that one, her mom and me are proud as..." he gushes enthusiastically, pausing as he realizes how off-topic he had gone. "She wanted a new body before heading to college and...well...she liked this one. I've never been able to say no to my princess" he explains, his smile shifting to a more awkward one as his eyes darts over the blue veins hidden beneath the massive milky white flesh of his daughter's soon-to-be-bust.
"No problem" I mutter in response, noticing his own awkwardness at the situation. "Congratulations on your win, and on your daughter's achievement" I continue, smiling more warmly at the man, "you're right to be proud."
"Thanks, I..." the man mumbles back, rubbing the back of his bald head. His words drop off as he looks beside me, his gaze dropping fairly low. Following his sight line I look beside me, noticing an all too familiar voluminous wispy tuft of deep blue hair.
"So that's..." he begins to ask, trailing off as he drinks in the size difference between myself and my purchase.
"The new me...I guess" I follow, inhaling through clenched teeth as I inspect the petite yet busty body up close for the first time.
The man goes to open his mouth as I investigate my new body from an outside perspective. However, we are both cut short by the roar of the crowd as a new body enters onto the walkway.
"Welcooooooome, Lot Number Four!" the auctioneer cries out, obviously enjoying the body personally as she minces towards him. Both I and the bald man look up at the walkway, attempting to get a halfway decent look from our awkward angle beneath it. Our jaws drop as we see the lastest lot, a towering athletic redhead, around the same age as both of our purchases, with breasts that put even those of his daughter's future body to shame.
Her skin is a ghostly white alabaster, making her luscious shiny red hair pop against her blemish-less flesh. Her face is that of an absolute knock-out, delicate features juxtaposed alongside high severe cheekbones and a set of plump red lips. Her bright green eyes appear like shining emeralds, easily capturing the attention of the room.
She stands almost a head taller than the auctioneer, easily around 6'3" and striking an imposing image. Her physique is athletic, with low body fat and delicate yet pronounced muscles. Her hips flare out wildly, the sort of set that many would call childbearing, with a taut heart-shaped rear bouncing delightfully with each step.
Her defining feature is her chest, easily being the biggest we have seen all day. The massive mounds of flesh jiggle and shake constantly, having little in the way of sag but maintaining a perfectly natural appearance. Not only do they jut out in front of her but they appear to overflow the sides of her chest, her arms slighting bumping into them as they shake and her arms jostle along with her mechanical movements.
As she reaches the auctioneer and pivots in place the crowd grows positively wild, howling and hollering up at the giant woman and her giant assets.
"So...who wanted to be someone's dommy mommy" the auctioneer calls out, not even needing to talk about the features or to even really make the sale before bids start to roll in.
"So..." the bald man wheezes, his eyes still locked on the towering young woman's behind. "I'm glad my daughter didn't see that" he chuckles, obviously uncomfortable imagining his daughter walking around campus in a body like that.
"Yeah..." I mutter in a similar daze. "Couldn't afford that in my wildest dreams" I muse, hearing as the price soars amongst the audience.
"How much did you...I mean...if I may ask" the bald man mutters, trying to work out the etiquette of asking this sort of thing.
"More than I'd like" I huff, ruffling the blue locks of my pint-sized future form. "Practically cleaned me out."
The man pauses for a moment, cogs turning in his mind as he looks at me petting my prize playfully. Suddenly, we are both snapped from our respective dazes by a shout from beyond the double doors.
"Next!" cries a surprisingly terse sounding man, his voice dripping with frustration.
"Fuck, I'd better..." I begin to say, pausing as I watch the short young woman race off through the double doors.
I begin to walk through to the back room. However, I stop as I feel a hand grab me by my arm. Spinning in place I see the bald man, a concerned look plastered across his face as he sucks in his already thin lips.
"Here" he mutters awkwardly, holding out a few crisp banknotes towards me.
"I...uh...I couldn't...I mean..." I stammer, holding up my hands defensively before he suddenly pushes the notes into my hands.
"For new clothes" he explains, his tone immediately sounding like a concerned parent rather than just some random stranger. "If you cleaned yourself out then...well those aren't going to fit"
Looking down at myself I let out a bit of a sigh. I can't help but agree with him, there was no way in hell I could wear my sweater and jeans in that form without making the tops an impromptu dress. With an uncomfortable smile I pull my hand back, the money in my grasp, before stuffing the notes into my jeans.
"Thanks...um..." I mumble, languishing in the awkwardness of the moment.
"Mitchel" he states, his smile growing warmer.
"Nice to meet you Mitchel, I'm..." I begin to respond before being cut off by the loud voice from beyond the doors.
"I said next!" it shouts, causing me to wince.
"Jordan, I'd better..." I say, not even finishing my thought before turning quickly to leave and racing through the doors.
Racing in to meet the source of all the shouting I let out an audible gasp. The large loading bay at the back of the warehouse has been converted into some sort of science fiction wonderland, large racks of servers and computers line 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 already had my new body laying on top of it with a series of wires stuck around her head.
Beyond the mere material covering the room, a number of technicians frantically race about as they fiddle with the various computers and corral new bodies for the showroom floor onto tables to have their sales routines uploaded into them.
"You're the winner of Lot 40?" barks one of the techs, snapping me from my dull 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 as I am, but his no-nonsense and borderline aggressive look certainly commands my attention.
"Yeah, sorry I was..." I call out, only to be cut off immediately.
"We're behind, I don't have time for your story" he snaps, walking over to a nearby computer. "Just strip down and get on a table."
Pausing briefly, I push the doors shut behind me in some small effort to preserve my modesty.
"Today! Come on, if your body is even remotely sellable they'll all be seeing you naked in a few minutes anyway" he grumbles, tapping away at the computer and glaring at a nearby screen.
I hastily begin to strip out of my clothes, tugging off my thyme green sweater and scarf before wriggling out of my black t-shirt and well-worn black jeans. Kicking them off beside the table next to my soon-to-be body I slide out of my boxers before taking a seat at the end of the table. With a bit of a frantic and uncoordinated struggle I manage to rip off my heavy boots, fumbling with the tight laces one too many times for the older man's liking.
As I lean back I hear a loud sigh from the far side of the room, the older technician groaning in a manner to that I could hear his dissatisfaction.
"Finally! Cameron, hook him up. Sammie, get a start on..." he shouts, barking orders to those around the room. Before he can even finish his orders I see a woman race by me, a shorter flat-chested woman with dark hair immediately starts rooting through my jeans pockets for something.
"On it sir" she shouts back, cutting him off as she holds up my wallet in triumph before racing off to one of the computer terminals.
As I watch the young woman dart off out of the edge of my vision I feel a shiver run down my spine, the sensation of someone drawing near me from beyond my vision overcoming me. Suddenly, from my resting position I find myself looking up at an extremely nervous young man as he clutches a series of thick wires hooked up to electrodes.
"Hurry up Cameron! What are we paying you for?" the older man barks, causing the younger man to flinch. Without so much as another word he begins to place the wires around my head, each one causing a sharp spike of pain on my skin as it makes contact.
"You don't" the young man mutters under his breath, his voice shaking a little as he places the last few electrodes.
"What was that!?" Shouts the older tech, obviously having heard Cameron say something.
"Clear!" Cameron shouts, stepping back and holding up his hands in an effort to cover his verbal tracks.
"Alright, finally. Mr. Winner, I'm sure you know what's about to happen. We'll be clearing out our sales routine from Lot 40 here before moving all of your 'you' across and stuffing you inside" he explains, sparing the technical details in-lieu of a fairly crass explanation. "Once you're inside there you'll likely notice some changes. These are all top-of-the-line custom bodies, so they can have quite a few permanent modifications"
"Can I know..." I begin to ask, only to be cut off immediately with an incredulous laugh.
"Of course not, client confidentiality and all that" the older tech scoffs, "So are we doing this or not? I'm already behind thanks to..." he begins to ask, shifting into a rambling complaint before I cut him off.
"Yes, I still want to..." I begin to respond, my voice catching in my throat as a dizzying pain shoots through my head.
The sound of the room immediately begins to disappear around me, blending together into a dull warble like I was being submerged in water. My eyes begin to water, tears forming in them as the pain grows inside of my head. The sight of the ceiling above me quickly begins to blur, shifting into double vision before merely becoming a blob of gray shapes and orbs of light. Darkness begins to encroach on the edges of my eyesight, my vision rapidly beginning to tunnel and shift to a pinpoint.
I open my mouth to speak, hoping to express my discomfort or to ask if this was all normal. However, all I manage to utter is a series of unintelligible grunts and meaningless syllables as I feel my knowledge of how to form the words slip from my grasp.
My breath grows heavy, my heart hammering wildly and borderline painfully in my chest. My limbs grow heavy and unresponsive, the lean muscles within pulsing wildly as control over them is wrestled from me by this terrifying machine.
Suddenly, the tunneling of my vision picks up its dreary pace. The world around me, already blurry beyond recognition, simply becoming consumed by complete darkness.
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