Surgically Swapped - Part Two

A light chuckle slips from my mother's thin lips as she watches my eyes dart around in a panic. "We've already found a replacement too" she chirps, excited to have a new son. "One of our family members will be taking over for you"

As if waiting for a signal I hear the doors swing open once more, a series of varied footfalls moving around the room as gasps and giggles echo through the sterile space. I can only imagine that this is the first time they've seen me like this, a float mangled mess of skin and organs with a terrified look in my eyes. However, the newcomers only come into view as they move around the room, each doing their own thing.

Stacy

Wandering around the center of the room I see my aunt Stacy. She is a few years younger than my own mother, but the years have not been kind to her. Through a mixture of heavy smoking and drinking, a part of her old party girl lifestyle, her tanned skin sagged and wrinkled at a far more advanced rate. She was a four-time divorcee, having married a cavalcade of men only to get divorced and take their money as she left. In her youth this had been far easier, her massive perky chest and wide childbearing hips had drawn in wealthy men like flies. However, these days her once immense assets hung heavily on her aged form.

Pacing around and brushing her cropped dyed blonde hair behind her ears, tired and anxious for another cigarette, she only looks at me with momentary glances. She seems more frustrated than anything, most likely due to the fact she had to drive three of her children here herself.

Glancing around she mostly attempts to keep an eye on everyone, monitoring the room and giving pleasantries to the rest of the family as her expression just grows sourer and sourer from some mixture of a hangover and cigarette cravings.

Tara

A blur shoots up to my tank, a light tapping on the glass drawing my eyes down to stare at the grinning face of my youngest cousin Tara. She looks up at me with wide hazel eyes, her soft and gentle features warping beyond the walls of the tank. She is adorable for lack of a better word, with a tiny button nose and an extremely feminine face in stark contrast to her aesthetic. The only 'girly' aspect of her appearance that she had chosen for herself is her hair, a long slightly wavy mane of light brown hair draping down to her tiny flat ass.

She is barely 4'8", with an extremely petite figure she chooses to hide under layers of heavy clothes. The nineteen-year-old girl had only recently started college, though had yet to go onto campus for some reason.

Blowing some long strands of hair out of her face she rushes around the room excitedly, racing over to the various limbs in the tanks and marveling at them. At each tank she pauses, looking at her own corresponding limb in contemplation before grinning from ear to ear.

Maria

Moving more slowly than the rest of the family the image of Maria comes into view. She had been adopted by my aunt in a rare moment of niceness after her third marriage fell through, her then-husband leaving the country without a trace and abandoning my aunt's then step-daughter. The caramel-skinned Latina had quickly grown to become one of the more outgoing members of our family, taking surprisingly after her new mother once she started college insofar as partying and dropping out. While the shock of her abandoning her education had only been dropped on us a few months ago we hadn't been prepared for the reason, the firm baby bump stretching out her normally trim and taut stomach doing much of the explanation for her. Since then she had been living at home with her siblings and her mother, unemployed and stagnating as she waited the remaining months out.

She is a little over 5'7", making her taller than most of her immediate family. Long dark hair curly hair hangs around her face, barely reaching her shoulders after a few months of growing it out. She mimicked much of her adopted mother's body shape, making it easy to believe that they were in fact related. Her chest is relatively large, more than a handful and growing larger as they fill with milk in preparation for her future child. Her hips and ass are her defining feature, massive hips jutting out in support of her large and jiggly behind.

As she paces around the room her face slowly loses color. Her slender hand darts up to her plump lips, fighting back a terrible bout of nausea either thanks to her pregnancy or from the gruesome sights scattered around the room.

He-Yoon

Clutching at the arm of Paul, my eldest cousin, I notice the striking sight of his wife He-Yoon. He had met the woman while in South Korea on business, marrying her only after a few months and flying back with her a few weeks later. We had only known about the whole thing when Paul and He-Yoon showed up to the family Christmas dinner without any prior explanation. Her English was passable, apparently having worked with visiting business people for quite a few years, and she seemed rather pleasant and sociable at all the family events since.

She stands around 5'4" tall, with startlingly alabaster skin. Her long silky black hair hangs down to the small of her back, usually being tied up into ponytails or tight buns. While most of her body is slight, her bust destroys any semblance of having a willowy or lithe silhouette. They are easily some of the biggest breasts I had ever seen in person, the wobbling flesh shaking violently in her top with each step. While she never seemed to notice or talk about it she had always worn tops which either clung tightly to her chest or left her cleavage on full display.

As they pass my tank I see her gasp, her eyes going wide in shock at the mess of a human being in the green liquid. As Paul continues walking, barely looking into the tank himself, a slight grin spreads across the Asian woman's lips as her eyes linger on me for a little too long for comfort.

Casey

Shuffling in slowly behind the others I notice my last cousin, Casey. The short chubby young man hangs his head low as he waddles in, obviously still extremely self-conscious about himself in general. For years he had been uncomfortable with himself, his weight and his height being sticking points for the poor nerdy kid. Even once he got to college not much had changed, still keeping to himself and not even talking to anyone at the events he would rarely attend.

He is only around 5'6", his skin sickly pale thanks to a general lack of sunlight. His pudgy cheeks sport a few small pimples and other blemishes, most likely being due to not looking after himself or his diet. His body is not much better, with a small set of man-boobs and a rounded flabby stomach hiding beneath his Final Fantasy t-shirt.

As he wanders deeper into the room I catch him staring at my skinned legs, his dour expression growing into a hopeful smile before becoming a full-blown smirk. The expression only gets worse and worse as he paces past my fat and muscles, becoming downright gleeful as he reaches my deflated form before nervously turning back to his usual embarrassed and anxious look.

Parents

Walking up to my mother as she stands in front of my tank I see a larger-looking man wrap his arm around her flabby waist. David, my step-father, gives my mom a peck on the cheek before looking at my sad and barely human form. Sucking in his thin lips he shakes his head, his expression becoming one of simple disappointment. David had started seeing my mom when I was still a teenager, taking over as my father figure during those formative years. He had always been easygoing, likable, and willing to keep a secret from my rather strict mother if it would keep the peace.

He is around 5'11", His short black hair going gray from the sideburns up. If he had taken care of himself better he likely would have been a 'sliver fox', with a firm masculine jawline and a broad build. However, due to the sedentary nature of his work and an old workplace injury he had let himself go. His arms are soft and pudgy, a large beer belly sticking out and shaping the tight white shirt that appeared almost a size too small.

Running his large weathered hands over his grey stubble he turns to my mother, his eyes looking between me and her.

She had been a short and frumpy woman for as long as I had known her, a small face juxtaposed with a nose that appeared far to large in comparison to the rest of her features. While she had gotten fatter as the years had gone by she had never been skinny, at least not since her college years all those decades ago. Her hips appear rather generous, supporting his wide flabby behind which has been squeezed into a pair of paint-splattered 'mom jeans'. She had not been blessed in the chest department like her sister, instead having a pair of modest breasts that had grown and sagged as she put on more weight.

David leans in to whisper something to my mother, a grin spreading across her lips as she look up at me before nodding and turning to the room at large. "Alright everyone! Enough gawking!" she shouts, the sound of her yelling voice making me want to jump out of reflex. Slowly but surely everyone shuffles towards my take, with Tara racing over first before being followed by Casey as they both stand with their noses practically to the glass. Maria shuffles over more slowly, still appearing sick as Paul and He-Yoon help her to the best of their ability. Lastly, Stacy walks over with a large roll of her eyes, eager to get this over with so she can finally satiate her cravings and get everyone home.

With a clap of her hands, my mother turns back to me. "Alright, so we've been talking..." she explains, trailing off as she savors the moment. "The new 'Jordan Hughes' should come from our family, giving someone a chance to use your...advantages for the better" she explains, patting her purse and the preserved cock within.

"David and I have been talking, and...we've decided to give it to..."