Surgically Swapped - Part Five

Slowly I'm roused back to reality, the hum of an engine reaching my ears as I jostle painfully in my seat. I can feel something digging into my chest, the once flat surface now generously giving way for some coarse strap to dig in and separate the soft jiggling fat. My whole body is on fire, each and every nerve pulsing painfully with each shifting motion.

A groan slips out of my lips as I slowly try to open my eyes, the blinding light from outside causing me to wince and hiss. My voice is all wrong, dry and coarse yet still light and airy. I can feel my arm shaking as I struggle to raise my hand to my face, my forearm coming into contact with some large warm mass extending from my chest and overflowing to the side of my torso.

Suddenly, it all comes back to me. The tank, my parents, my family, and worst of all...He-Yoon.

Easing my eyes open bit by bit I struggle to adapt to the bright light, the windscreen of the car currently facing what was either the morning or afternoon sun. A curtain of silky black hair works to protect my eyes of the searing glare, though the sight of it all causes my stomach to sink.

"Where am..." I begin to croak, squeaking and cutting myself short as He-Yoon's thick accent escape my plumped-up lips.

"Well hello to you too sleepyhead" a deep masculine voice coos from left, chuckling to itself at the sight of the busty Korean woman in the passenger seat.

"P...Paul...Why do I..." I mumble, wincing with every bounce and shake that ripple from the car and through my mangled form. Tears well up in my eyes, the shaking of my body making me very aware of how much work I had undergone.

Paul merely shushes me, placing a finger to my lips. Before saying anything more I feel him begin to stroke my pillowy lips, as though he was appraising them compared to the original He-Yoon.

"St...stop..." I groan, weakly turning my head away from him as I flop against the door with a loud thud. My whole body crackles as I make contact, every bone and muscle inside of me straining to hold my broken form together. I gag as I feel my chest wobble and shake inside whatever bra I had been forced to wear, the vibration of the motor reverating up through the car door and into my overflowing bust. A gasp escapes my lips as I feel the vibrations wrack my chest, a tingle spreading out from the fatty mounds and running up my spine.

Paul simply chuckles at the display, sitting in silence as I begin to pant and quietly moan. My mind rapidly begins to grow unfocused, the pleasure assaulting me causing a damp heat to grow in my crotch and my thick eraser-like nipple to press into my bra.

"Enjoying yourself dear?" Paul asks, obviously fighting back the urge to laugh.

I open my mouth to respond, unable to form the right words as I garble out a weak series of mewling whimpers.

"He-Yoon...I mean...You never really found those things as fun as I did" Paul begin to explain, taking a turn in the car and forcing me further into the door. "So when you went under we...retunned your sensitivity a bit. How do they feel sweetie? As good as they look?" he asks, her voice dripping with arousal as the sight of his busty wife mewling and whimpering in delight.

Before I can even attempt to form an answer I feel a hand on my shoulder, a shudder wracking my body as I feel just how large Paul's masculine hands felt against my slender little body. With seemingly very little effort I feel him tug at me, pulling my light body back up into a seated position.

For a moment I merely pant, my breath sharp and ragged from my sudden arousal and stimulation. By now my eyes had truly begun to adjust to the light, the bottom of my vision filled with a shelf of flesh confined in a tight white dress. A gasp slips out from my lips, the eyes glued to the wobbling sea of white beneath me.

"You...You..." I squeak, balling up my tiny hands into fists. "Fucker...How...How could..."

"Easily" Paul responds in a nonchalant fashion, keeping his eyes on the road. "And as for fucker...Well...that will have to wait for a little while longer dear" he crones, taking the opportunity to glance at me in my seat.

"But...but..." I muter, pausing as I finally notice and comprehend the thick Korean accent coating each and every word I was saying. "How...Why do I sound like..."

"Yourself?" Paul quips, sneaking in the verbal jab with a bit of a chuckle. "Like I said, easily. While you were under the knife we may have played around with the language center of your brain, carving out just a tiny bit to give to Jordan and for him to give to you" Paul explains, grinning ear to ear "I mean honestly, you couldn't expect Jordan to go around with a Korean accent could you? That would have been a hard one to explain"

"I...I..." I stammer as the information sinks in. However, it doesn't quite sit right with me, the explanation simply going in one ear and out the other for the most part. "Sorry...What?"

Paul begins to laugh heartily at my confusion, reaching over to pat my head like I was some sort of idiot child. "Oh sweetie, looks like those mental inhibitors are doing their job as well."

My eyes go wide as he talks, that particular information hitting me differently. "Mental WHAT!" I scream before immediately being hit with a coughing fit, my chest heaving with each convulsion.

"Inhibitor dear, thing...make...go...slow" he taunts, before returning to playing with my hair in a loving fashion. "Sorry, I shouldn't be so...you know...but we had to level the playing field a bit. Jordan may have had two degrees, but you never even went to college" Paul explains, his hand drifting down to rub my swan-like neck.

My stomach turns and my heart sinks as he describes the situation to me, my hampered mind struggling to take it all in. "You...You made me...stupid" I huff, my body practically shaking with anger.

"I mean, you were the one that agreed to Aunt Mary's offer" Paul says jokingly, pretending to remind me of something He-Yoon had done. His hand continues further done, brushing past my shoulders and down my chest. The breath is forced from my lungs as I feel him squeeze the soft pliable flesh, his fingers sinking in and wracking my body with newfound pleasure.

"I can't say I wasn't...disappointed when you told me you had asked for the swap" Paul grumbles, playing with me like I was some kind of stress toy. "But hey, it was better than a divorce. I still get to enjoy these" she croons, shifting further across my chest as he inches his fingers painfully close to my nipples.

"Div...I...Where are...I..." I blurt out, writhing in my seat as I struggle to raise my arms. If I could only get my hands up, if I could only bat him away. However, my weak fragile limbs simply twitch at my side as Paul continues to explore his wife's delicious body.

"Where? Oh, where are we going?" Paul chimes, trying to complete my fractured sentence.

"Oh honey, you really are a ditz sometimes" he teases, brushing his thumb over one of my nipples causing me to moan lewdly by his side. "Don't you remember? We're...