"I...I..." I stutter, my mind and heart racing as I try to come to a decision. "I'll wear your suit...I'll look after your...your life" I whimper, my words barely managing to escape my lips as I feel myself choking up.
Victoria smirks widely, reaching behind her baggy jeans as she fishes around for something. "You made the right choice sweetie" she purrs, pulling something free from her belt with a sudden jerk. "I mean, it's your best chance for me to ever let you have all this back" she coos, running a free hand down her slender masculine body.
As I stand in front of the middle-aged woman pretending to be me I find myself submissively shrinking back, curling up defensively as she quickly throws me a folded black suit. My eyes go wide as I recognize what it is, a Shape Suit much like the one I had worn for days prior to my move to save my own body shape.
Sobbing heavily I slowly unfurl the material, recoiling immediately as I'm met with a terrible smell. My lip quivers as I take in the aroma of sweat and dried cum, my eyes locking on the numerous white stains dotting the suit.
"My idiot husband thought it was lingerie" Victoria scoffs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head "I had to...distract him quite a bit to keep him from asking too many questions.
Swallowing hard I realize just what I had agreed to, my stomach sinking and my blood running cold as I glance between the evidence of my man-pleasing future and the woman who was forcing me into that role.
"I...I changed my mind...I'll...um...I'll" I whine, gagging at the smell.
Suddenly, Victoria steps forwards before lifting up my dress. A smirk spreads across her borrowed lips as she sees the dried cum on my thighs and the landing strip of hair pointing to my new virgin pussy.
"Is that your...oh my god you came on yourself, naughty girl" she taunts, before walking deeper into the apartment. "I'm sorry dear, but you already agreed. If you go back on your deal...well...I guess I'll just be Jordan Hughes for the rest of my life, that does sound pretty good actually. I could..."
"Stop...okay okay I'll...I'll be you for a...a few days" I squeak angrily, just wanting her to stop.
"Weeks...Months...maybe years" she responds correcting me in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've spent the last twenty years being fucked, cleaning, and cooking for that man. You can handle it for a fraction of that time" she continues, rummaging through cupboards in the small kitchen before suddenly grinning.
Before I can say anything further Victoria produces a large bottle of scotch, a small bow tied around the neck with a card stating 'Welcome to Tulip Springs'.
"This was for you, so I suppose I can give you a little...as a thank you for...this" Victoria chides, waving her large hand over her towering form.
Still weeping heavily and shaking where I stand I simply don't respond. Victoria searches the kitchen a little more, eventually pulling out two large pint glasses and filling them partway with the dark brown liquid. She struts confidently back over to me, placing the glass in my hand before raising her's to her lips.
"Come on now, otherwise I'll be keeping this body for...maybe until my thirties" she says, partly joking though her tone alluding to a real threat.
Swallowing hard I quickly chug the whole glass, whimpering and whining as I feel my mouth and throat burn and my stomach begin to ache as I quickly down the scotch on my empty stomach.
"Ha, you drank the whole thing? You remind me of my former self, you'll do great" Victoria comments with a low chuckle, refilling my glass as she takes a small sip from her own. "Go on, enjoy what was meant to be your gift."
Thanks in part to my empty stomach and the changes to my body I find myself quickly floored by the alcohol. The rest of the afternoon and subsequent evening flying by in a distant blur. A freezing shower, stumbling through the streets of Tulip Springs, stinging pain, and vomiting are all that really stick in my mind as moments of lucidity.
Waking up I find myself laying on some sort of tiled floor, the cold hard material acting as a cooling element against my overheated and sweaty body. My head pounds and my eyes ache as I slowly begin to become aware of my surroundings, my eyelids creeping open as I struggle with the bright fluorescent light above me.
I hadn't been drinking like that is years, wanting to avoid the usual killer hangover. However, now I felt far less affected than I usually would have been as my younger body bounces back much easier than my old self.
Slowly sitting up I let out a sharp hiss of pain, a horrible stinging pulsing out from my left butt cheek as I sit on my cushiony behind. With a low whimper I begin to struggle to my feet, my soft body wobbling as my weak legs shake. The room I am in is tiny, a small bathroom built entirely for cheap and efficient use of space. Everything feels far too close together, with the shower, sink, and toilet all practically touching in the compact light blue room.
Looking in the mirror I'm met with the sick-looking face of my cute and cuddly female self, my mouth hanging open and my eyes appearing barely awake. My short hair is an absolute mess, my dry mouth filled with the horrid taste of scotch and puke. As my eyes drift down I let out a pained squeak as my gaze falls onto my hands as they support me against the sink, a small green butterfly tattoo now resting freshly inked on my soft and supple skin.
"Fuck...she..." I whimper, tears forming in my eyes as I realize why she had offered me the scotch.
Taking a step back I wince again, feel the shooting pain spread through my left ass cheek as my generous behind jiggles. Turning around and arching my back I try to see what was causing the pain in the mirror, my heart stopping at I see the cursive writing adorning my ass. The skin all around it was red, a small plastic patch covering the text to keep it clean while it healed.
Property
Of
Paul Meadows"How...I can't have..." I stammer, trying to form the words as I stare at my new ink in disgust. "Are these...does she have something like this?" I muse, slowly walking my way out of the bathroom in search of the evil woman who had down this to me.
However, I don't find her or the apartment I had expected to be in. Instead I find myself standing naked and alone in a cheap motel room, the cum stained black suit laying out on the bed with a small paper note laying atop it and pinned down with a set of car keys.
Stumbling over, still struggling with the hangover and the pain of my new tattoos, I quickly pick up the keys and the suit.
Hey Slut ;)
It was fun to be out partying again, but sadly you have to get going.
I made sure you'll have the required ink to keep up appearances around your husband.
The keys are for your new car, it was perfect for taking Emily to soccer practice
back in the day. Your clothes are in there, maybe wear them over the suit unless
you get off from driving practically naked.
Here's some advice, if Paul asks where you've been just say "Work" and either suck
his dick or bend over the dinning table for him, he'll stop asking questions pretty
quick.
Don't worry about the room, I covered it for you.
Don't call me, I'll call you :P
Reading the note I shiver in anger, my hatred for the once seemingly nice woman in the office building and building as I quickly tear the note to shreds. Choking back my urge to scream I grab the suit with tense hands, gagging as I pull on the foul-smelling and loose-fitting suit. The thing drapes over my body as I slide inside before suddenly constricting me and forcing the air out of my lungs.
"Fuck" I wheeze, twisting my head away from the dried cum now resting on my chest.
Wincing with each step, the suit squeezing the pained and reddened skin on my ass, I slowly make my way out of the small room. As I leave I'm forced to cover my eyes with my hand, my vision straining under the harsh rays of the mid-morning sun. I was on the ground floor of a motor motel, the large building filled with many tiny rooms leading out to a large parking lot.
Clicking at the key fob in my petite hand I scan the parking lot, eventually noticing the flickering lights on a red minivan matching my clicking. The car seemed massive as I approached it in my 5'2" frame, my head craning up a little as I try to look at the whole vehicle. It appeared fairly new, potentially only a few years old, with a shiny coat of deep dark red paint that still appeared glossy and unmarred. Popping open the driver's side door I pull myself up into the seat, wincing as I press my sore ass into the supple leather seat.
"This is...nice" I mutter, looking around at the expensive interior. It was far better than my car to be sure, clean and tidy with only a few minor stains in the back seat. In the passenger seat I notice a selection of clothes, a pair of tight hip-hugging mom jeans and a loose floral button-up shirt, along with a rather large pile of snacks.
Grumbling under my breath I start the car, the inbuilt GPS springing to life with a number of presets;
Work
Home
Arnaldo's Pizza
Holiday Home
Hissing in anger, my hand visibly shaking as I feel my body slowly begin to heat up beneath the suit I tap 'Home' as a soothing voice informs more to head for the main road. Glancing up I let out a sigh, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks as I pull out of the parking lot and begin my journey to my, hopefully temporary, new home.
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