Sucked Out - Part Two

There is a beat of silence as both the blonde and myself watch my body, the quiet being broken as my body groans in discomfort. The eyes suddenly snap into focus, my former arms and legs twitching as the head rolls forward to look at the blonde.

"So... did I do a good job?" the blonde coos softly.

My body smirks, stretching a little as it rolls its shoulders. "Definitely" huffs my body with a sigh of relief. "This will take some getting used to" it giggles, grabbing my former cock. My former face twists between a look of disgust and amusement s it strokes at the massive engorged member, slight gasps of shock escaping as my former dick twitches.

"Chloe..." whimpers the busty blonde, her hand shaking a little as it holds me outstretched.

"Holy shit this thing is sensitive, like uncomfortably so" my body grumbles, clambering to its feet. As my former form stands it towers over me and the blonde in a truly titanic manner, the sight of my bemused body appearing like an all-encompassing giant leaving me awe-struck with terror.

The blonde shuffles back a little to get a little distance on my body, her free hand moving over to support the other as it cradles my stuck form.

"I never got the appeal of these things" my body chuckles, shaking its hips from side to side. "But now..." it begins to belly laugh, completely losing it as my former cock begins to whirl around like a propeller.

"Chloe!..." the blonde squeaks, finally catching the body thief's attention. My former face flickers to a warm and deeply enamored smile before its eyes dart to the blonde's overwhelming and perfect bust straining at the dress. "When can I go back to..."

The blonde's words are soon muffled as my body steps in, forcefully placing a hand at the blonde's lower back as the towering man pulls the blonde in for a deep kiss. The blonde raises a hand to my body's chest, returning me to shaking precariously in her right hand, as she weakly tries to push my body away.

Soon however she succumbs to his advances, my former hands roaming over her sexually charged form with expert precision. The blonde quickly begins to pant and whimper, muffled moans escaping her plump lips as she presses her massive bust into her partner's chest.

She practically tears up as my body pulls up for air, a grin spreading across my stolen lips.

"You sure know how to pick 'em honey" my body coos, reaching down to the cleavage window in the dark blue dress and giving it a tug. For a second it looks like the massive mounds will break free from their confinement, both me and my stolen body practically drooling at the sight as the blonde blushes a deep red and hastily tries to cover up.

"I... you told me to..." the blonde stammers, her confidence and hunger from the bar and the ride home having all but disappeared.

"Find someone to make finding a man easier? Yeah, I remember Hannah, I was there" my body chuckles, looking down at itself with an appraising eye. "Why couldn't you get something a little more buff or..."

"You asked for tall" the blonde whimpers, shimmying in an uncomfortable fashion as she tries to cover her practically exposed chest. "And... and he used to teach so..."

"What did you..." I scream, my voice straining to carry over their conversation.

It comes out in an odd tone. While certainly resembling my own it is filled with an ethereal reverb and seems to be covered in something thick and slimy that garbles each syllable. As I speak the two figures look down, my former body smirking as it fights back a chuckle while the blonde quickly reaches over with her other hand to return her support.

"Hannah gave you the head of a lifetime" my body chuckles, reaching over to me and giving me a little flick. The finger is downright massive, a veritable skyscraper that soon leaves me quivering as my entire vision shakes along with the mass that is my body.

I feel the air rush around me as the blonde whips her hand away from the body thief, the world becoming a blur as she spins her back to the man that had once been me.

"Sorry" the blonde squeaks meekly, unable to look at me. "Sorry sorry sor..."

"No need to apologize to him" croons my former self, looking around at the apartment with a little sigh. "We'll make sure it all works out. And what happened to Casey? From what I saw of you practicing I'm sure it was..."

"That was..." the blonde mumbles, her cheeks growing redder by the second. "That was just a character, you said I needed to act the part and..."

"And you put your theater degree to great use honey, I'm so proud of..." my former body interjects, it's tone actually more supportive and proud than anything else.

"When can I go get my body back" the blonde whimpers softly, her gaze turning down to her over-inflated chest. "I want to get out of..." she begins to explain her words soon being replaced with surprised gasps and whimpering moans as my body steps in behind her.

With one hand pawing at the blonde's engorged chest, the other quickly pull the slutty dress up and to the side. With one thrust the body theif buries their throbbing member against the blonde's perfect ass and between her plush thighs.

"And why would you want to go back sweetheart?" my body coos, nibbling at the blonde's ear as the tan platform I had found myself on begins to shake and quiver. "Don't you like the new you?"

"I... I... fuck..." the blonde gasps, obviously collapsing against the practiced efforts of my body's new owner. "I... I like my body... I thought you'd... you'd..."

"I love it too honey" my body coos, slowly lowering down to nibble at the blonde's neck as the blushing woman's eye begins to flutter. "But... do you really think you're thirty-six-year-old self with her flabby belly...which I love by the way... and her popping hips is as good as something like..." they continue, gliding their stolen hands over their partner's generous assets and slender frame. "This..."

"But..." the blonde gasps, wriggling her ass against the throbbing cock pressed against it and grinding her thighs along the engorged shaft. "I don't want to be... be a... a whore..."

"Just because we paid her doesn't make you a whore" my body chuckles, embracing the blonde from behind. "Besides, you can just... get a new job, maybe even go back to study if you want your old degree back"

As the thief finishes their statement a flash of recognition spreads over their face, their right hand darting away and down to the handbag that they had been carried in. The blonde doesn't notice for a second, her panting figure struggling to regain a foothold in the conversation.

"Let's... Ask... Her..." the thief chuckles, fishing around for a moment before pulling out an empty little jar of instant coffee with a slight puddle of liquid in the bottom. As the light hits the jar the liquid seems to wake up, the tiny puddle thrashing around inside the jar as if trying to escape.

"Le... ee...Out!!!!" cries the tiny voice from inside the jar, the squeaky tone sounding almost like a miniaturized and pitched-up version of the blonde.

At the sound of the voice the blonde seems to snap to attention, her eyes going wide as her face grows pale. "H... Hey! Chloe! Put her back in the..." the blonde snaps, whipping around the two of us as she stumbles in her unfamiliar and rapid movements.

"The bag? Why" my body mutters, shrugging its broad shoulders. "Are you planning on keeping her there forever? A little pet escort in a jar?" they chuckle, my former eyes narrowing as it looks at a thick string of cum hanging between the blonde's lips and chin.

Reaching out the thief scoops up the cum with one of my old fingers, shuddering a little as it feels the rapidly thickening and drying ooze.

"Alright, introductions" my former body chirps giddily. "This is Hannah, and I'm formerly Chloe but now... Um... honey..." Chloe coos, her tone growing nervous as she realizes she doesn't even know her name.

"Jordan" Hannah mumbles, looking down at me in her palm. "He said it's Jordan Hughes."

"Jordan, formerly Chloe" my body coos with a giggle before trying to purposefully deepen the laugh. "And you're both...discharge" Chloe states, leaving Hannah to cringe a little.

"Gross..." Hannah whines, looking over at me before wincing. "Sorry..."

"What are you..." I begin to ask, looking down at myself and freezing up. Any sort of firm physical form is gone, each movement I try to make simply shifting the thick mass of creamy ooze that made up my form. It takes an intense amount of effort to even make an attempt to move, the short stubby arms and legs I manage to form quickly snapping back into the central mass before I can even move anywhere.

"Your...Souls, I guess, have been pulled out of your body" Chloe explains, bringing the jar down closer to me. "The balm helps loosen up up your... what was it called again Han?"

"The um... the book said Vital Essence" the blonde mutters, returning to fiddling with her overly revealing dress.

"Thanks sweetie, you've always been so much better with languages than..." Chloe responds, leaning in for a kiss only to be interrupted by the voice from the jar.

"Give me my fucking body back!" the sultry and anger-filled voice shrieks, the glass rattling as the thin liquid slams against the walls.

"Sorry, I'll give it..." Hannah states nervously, her promise being cut short by her partner.

"Well, don't be so hasty there babe" Chloe interjects, rattling the jar a little herself to try and disorient the trapped soul from trying to escape. "We still need to work out the plan. But back to what I was saying... wait where was I?"

"Souls pulled..." Hannah chirps, finally finding a way to hold her boob window partially closed with one hand.

"Pulled out of your bodies, right" Chloe states, shaking her stolen head. "Sorry, it's been a long day. Soooo... you've bonded with the closest thing available to...um..."

"Vit..." Hannah meekly begins to say"

"Vital essence, I knew what it was" Chloe grumbles playfully, her eyes locking to the blonde's enormous bust as it fights to be free of the newly tightened confines of the dress. "So in other words you're..."

"Cum?" I blurt out, gagging and retching as it all comes crashing down on me.

"Yup" Chloe chirps, reaching her jizz covered finger down towards me. In an instant I feel my body lurch forward, the mass I had become acting like magnetic slime as I find myself rolling towards the approaching cum. Before I reach it, or the edge of Hannah's stolen hand, Chloe quickly raises it away as I'm left to pool back into the blonde's palm.

"Then what the fuck am..." the former blonde howls, smashing into the sides of the jar.

"Why do you think we hired someone that advertised squirting?" Chloe chuckles, Hannah's face returning to growing red with embarrassment. "Needed something to flush you out wi..."

"You fucking... you old hags!" the voice in the jar screams, lurching up to slam against the lid of the jar as the plastic jiggles with the impact. "You fucking can't..."

The voice is suddenly silenced as it flings itself against the lid once again, the woman in my body removing the lid just after impact as the liquid suddenly lurches over to soak my former hand. For a moment I think the voice in the jar is going to escape, to find someone to help, however as I look down I notice the liquid simply sits lifelessly on the carpet below.

Chloe slowly begins to grin ear to ear, watching as the tiny globs of cum on her finger rapidly form together. Before long I watch as the jizz compiled on her large digit begins to jiggle and shake, the voice finding itself in the same position I was in.

"Why are..." I wheeze, whimpering as the situation grows more and more dire.

"We just wanted to..." Hannah whimpers, looking down at me with grave concern.

"Live that cis-het life, start over, start a family you know" Chloe says, placing her free hand to Hannah's chin as she cradles it gently. "Why not have a second round at life with the love of your life?"

With the romantic words the blonde appears to melt, her lips parting invitingly as my former body steps in towards her. Before they can kiss, their opposing hands outstretched to keep the living cum separate, Hannah twists her head away.

"We need..." she huff, trying to tamp down her arousal. "We need to get my... body and... or maybe another one more my... and what about these..."

"Alright alright" Chloe chuckles, reaching out to take Hannah by the wrist as she begins to pull my diminished form closer to my former body and towards...