"Now we can begin"
Several of the tiles across from me begin to glow, flickering to life as they form a segmented screen separated by the sealant between them. A list of all my changes scrolls across the split-up screen, eventually landing at the top of the list one the first item: 'Sex'.
A dull vibration begins to course through my body, the wall behind me shaking in a manner that would be imperceptible to the naked eye but was all too real to me as I lay against it. It drills down to my very bones, my teeth rattling in my skull and my eyes quickly becoming unfocused while the world vibrates around me.
Billowing blasts of some faint green liquid come down from the ceiling, the droplets quickly seeping into my exposed flesh as I begin to watch my body shift beneath me. My body hair quickly begins to fall out, scattering to the floor thanks to the constant shaking before floating along down the central drain. With each burst of mist from the holes in the ceiling I feel my body begin to warm up, my flesh becoming soft and pliant as my body begins to break down and reform.
My chest feels tight, Whatever muscle I could spare quickly dissolving and being broken down before being reformed into a budding set of breasts. The constant blur in my vision makes it difficult to watch the process unfold, the sudden constriction ripping its way through my throat quickly taking my mind off the slight fatty mounds building beneath me.
Coughing and spluttering I try to clear my throat, the act only forcing more of the vapor in as the burning and tightness grows worse. The octave of my voice climbs and climbs, eventually reaching a pitchy and squeaky tone as I hack up what I can.
Struggling to breathe, I barely notice my cock begin to shrink. My once impressive member slowly begins to recede, growing downright average before racing down to only sitting at a few inches erect. With a loud shuddering gasp I feel my now limited dick twitch, the flaccid organ leaking cum in thick heavy bursts as my balls try to empty themselves before pulling flat against my body.
I watch in wide-eyed disbelief as thick globs of off-white jizz paint my softened slender thighs, the misted liquid aiding in washing the cum down to the floor before it is sent down the drain.
Yet again, I let out a gasp as I feel a pressure build between my legs. Whining weakly I wince as I feel something force its way up into my abdomen, a dull warmth spreading through my pelvis as the last of my miniature cock disappears into the sensitive tiny pink nub between my legs.
The vibrations slow for a moment, m eyes quickly focusing to some reasonable degree as I take in my body. I can't help but gasp at the sight of the tall slender form beneath me, broad hairy exterior having been replaced with some slightly more slender and certainly a bit softer.
My arms and legs, now missing a large sum of their hair, are covered in a fine downy fuzz along with slightly finer body hair coating my legs. My hands, already slender, are now downright petite and bony.
A thick bush of brown hair rests between my legs, the only part of my old self still residing down there. Twitching slightly I manage to squish my soft thighs together before letting to part and come to a rest, the lack of feeling the massive monster I was used to sending my blood running cold.
My modest chest heaves with each breath, the unfamiliar weight sending all manner of strange signals to my brain. It appears that a female me wasn't blessed with the bust like many of the women in my family, the small yet extremely perky chest I had appearing closer to my mother's 'Barely Bs' as my aunt called them in their youth. My sternum is clearly visible between my new breasts, the underlying bone giving away my lack of any real cleavage.
I strain to look up at the screen, hoping to see something in the reflection. I can faintly make out some slender woman in her late twenties in the screens, one who looked almost uncannily familiar while being unable to really make out much in the poor excuse of a mirror.
Another blast of vapor descends from the ceiling, the list quickly clicking down through two of the entries. As if on cue my scalp begins to itch, strands of hair falling about me and tumbling to the floor. My eyes go wide as I look at the faint reflection of the young bald woman, my eyes still struggling to see her in the muddled reflection.
Almost as soon as it had begun the itching stops, quickly being replaced with a burning sensation as the wall begins to vibrate at the same strange frequency as before. I close my eyes for a moment, gritting my teeth at the sudden and unexpected onset of searing discomfort. As I open my eyes again I find my vision obscured, a thin wall of dark brown hair dancing before my eyes.
Blowing at the hair weakly I manage to shift some of it from my eyes, letting me see the screen at least in some manner as opposed to living in relative blindness.
My excitement in being able to see is fleet however as I find the world suddenly going dark around me. My heart rate spikes, the program running the room quickly taking note.
"Temporary blindness is expected" it chimes, as if that would calm anyone down. "Please allow time for your eyes to adjust."
As if on que I watch as the world shifts back into view around me, a mixture of sweat and the strange mist dripping from my newly narrowed chin as I try to calm myself down. Nothing seems different with my eyes, though I was certain that I wouldn't be saying that if I had a damned mirror.
A shiver runs over my skin, a subtle creeping sensation starting at my finger tips and toes before spreading up to cover my whole body. I sit for a moment as I try to remember just what this could have been, the hair in my eyes blocking the text on the screen almost as much as the vision blurring vibrations.
"Please close your eyes" coos the automated voice, not giving much more of an explanation. I pause for a second, still stuck in thought before I'm told again "Please close your eyes".
The moment I follow those orders the darkness behind my eyelids is burnt away, a red blotch filling my vision as intense lights spring to light all around me. I feel my skin heat up, baking in the light for only a few seconds before they turn back off.
I'm sure that if not for the anesthetic I would be howling in pain, living with the most intense sunburn of my life. However, I am quickly soothed by another misting, the vibrations building as my skin quickly begins to feel less burnt and crispy.
Easing my eyes open I gasp, the lanky pale form beneath me having been lightly tanned in an instant. It was faint but certainly a very healthy tan, a subtle sun-kissed complexion one might expect from regular gardening or hiking.
Another bout of mist descends, the vibration growing extremely intense against my back as my whole body trembles. I'm met with an outstanding sense of tightness, my entire form reacting as my muscles clench just shy of painfully.
Sweat coats my hair, a layer of grease slickening the messy ear-length strands and rubbing against my skin. A shiver runs over my skin once more, the signs of lived in wear and tear slowly fading away. My joints feel remarkably fresh, the subtle pops and aches quickly being eased out in what feels like the most remarkable deep tissue massage ever.
As the vibrations slow my muscles begin to relax. I gasp in shock, my voice ever so slightly higher and brighter than before, as I revel in just how wonderful I feel. It was like years of built-up aches and pains had been suddenly removed, old injuries or even just the effects of poor posture having been reversed in a matter of moments.
"Thish ish..." I squeak, my tongue lolling from my mouth as I begin to drool over myself.
As my tongue slips out I can't help but notice my teeth, my shrunken skull having shifted them around in my jaw. I had never had the best teeth, having always had mild over-crowding, but now it seemed to be slightly more pronounced.
I don't have much time to focus on my mouth, my eyes locking to my right legs as it slowly begins to creep ever so slightly closer to me. My arms and legs begin to twitch and throb, each convulsion shrinking them down by a minute amount.
My torso quickly follows suit, my proportions shrinking down as a foot of height is slowly but surely shaved from my body. My belly soon develops a slight bulge along with my thighs growing plusher, my body storing the material somewhere temporarily.
Despite the strangeness of it all I'm thankful for the change, my shrunken frame making the tiny room feeling far less cramped than it had moments ago.
As if reacting to noticing the stockpile of fat, muscle, and bone around my body I hear a loud pop beneath me. I watch in astonishment as my slender bony hips begin to creep outwards, each side overtaking the other as my pelvis expands to create a truly prodigious lower half.
Childbearing, perfect handholds for...activities, all manner of thoughts pass through my head as I watch my lower half grow into the pear-shape I had been convinced to buy.
My plush thighs slide over the wet tile floor, adjusting in angle as they shift to accommodate my overly wide hips. For the first time since the start of this all the womanly nature of my body finally drills into my head, the shock of seeing my meager bust and losing my cock having worn off.
As the vibrations build again I feel my chest bouncing far more heavily than before. It was as though the taut tight skin was gaining slack, loosening as if to make room for something new. I stare down at myself watching as my drool-covered chest begins to expand outwards, each of the once perky mounds appearing to bubble slightly beneath my skin.
My soft stomach begins to escape my sight, my modest bust quickly expanding more and more and blocking my vision. My shoulders sag forward, the growing weight attempting to drag me towards the cold hard ground.
My small nipples and areolas don't appear to change resting at the end of the heavily shaking teardrop-shaped masses extending out from my chest. My new breasts spill past the sides of my chest, the thick fatty mound likely to be bumped and nudged by me from here on out.
As my chest reaches the end of its changes, the skin tightening once again as the heavy protruding masses perky up and gain a slight upturn, I notice what had been happening beneath me.
My thighs are far more soft and squishy than before, the spillover from my new oversized behind. I can feel it beneath me, the flab pooling out to my sides like a giant warm cushion. I let out a slight whimper, feeling just how many of the tiles my new behind now covered.
I feel a growing uncomfortable heat around my new fatty features, the gap between my ribs and my massive chest quickly making the sweat I had been coated with feel downright distracting.
"Please look up" coos the automated voice, coaxing me from my droopy stance. Water begins to from the many holes in the roof, a firm hot stream impacting me as I'm lazily washed. The hot water makes me feel, somewhat, human as I'm roused from my dazed state.
Looking up I struggle to look at the screen through the streams of water, whipping my head about slightly as I try to part my hair.
After a few moments the water stops. While I'm thankful for the soothing warmth and to be free of at least some of the sweat I feel it only made things worse. The steam inside the small room makes my sweating problem worse, and the water in my greasy hair feels downright disgusting.
Before I can think too much about it I watch as more screens flicker to life, the whole opposite wall being taken up by the composite monitor. A subtle tone begins to fill the room, a droning noise with a strange subtle tone not dissimilar to that of a dial-up internet connection.
Flashes course across the screen, images and shapes that I can barely comprehend. My head aches and throbs, the pain rattling inside my skull growing worse by the second. The noise increases in pitch, the data-transmission-esque noise becoming almost too much to bear.
However, seemingly as soon as it started the whole ordeal ends. Blinking rapidly I watch as the list in the center of the screen races downwards, skipping over everything from sexuality to hobbies to even styles. A few of the items at the now very visible end of the list shift upwards, the fetishes having apparently been taken care of while I had been out of it.
"Please relax" coos the voice once again, one last burst of mist coming from the ceiling as I brace myself for the strange changes to start once more.
However, strangely enough, I find myself still feeling much of my body. In fact, as time goes on I find my ability to move growing better by the second. I flex my finger and toes, whimpering softly as I watch them twitch and flex under my control for the first time.
The vibrations begin for hopefully the last time, my vision blurring more intensely than before as my vision fades in and out. As it comes back after a few short moments I find the room looking oddly different. While the room was largely the same there is a slight amount of fuzziness to the grout lines in the tiles closest to me, my body itself being fairly out of focus beneath me.
Slight pinches begin to jab into my ears, holes being formed as one small prick pokes into the right side of my nose.
The spray from the ceiling takes on a rainbow tone, wet ink in various colors soon coating my skin. I watch as some of it seeps in, the rest washing away and leaving behind at least the little cat tattoo on my ankle while my shoulder remains out of sight.
Finally, I feel something soft and plump press against my tongue as it hangs lazily from my mouth, my otherwise thin lips growing pillowy and kissable. My joints, while already feeling far more lithe and flexible, begin to feel oddly warm before returning to normal as my ligaments are loosened further than I ever could have hoped to achieve.
Shifting in place, struggling to deal with the heavy counterweights on my chest and the doughy flabby cushion beneath me, I try to sit up properly. My eyes dart over to my clothes, the tidy pile in the corner thankfully having only gotten slightly wet.
Groaning I slump over, my breasts hanging over my soft and slightly pudgy belly like overwhelming pendulums. Another burst of cold water rains from the ceiling, sending chills down my spine as I squeak and squeal in shock. The frigid burst of water doesn't last long however, though it does work to wake me up.
A loud burst of hot air comes from the ceiling, the room becoming the broom closet equivalent of a hand drier in a public bathroom. I feel myself drying off to some degree, shifting my limbs around with what limited control I could muster in the hopes of getting dry enough to get dressed.
As the rushing air stops a series of chimes ring out through the tiny room, the voice pipping up one last time.
"Session complete, you may get dressed now. Thank you for using the Swap Clinic"
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