I'm roused from my sleep by a sudden vibration against my thigh, a soft moan escaping my pillowy lips as I shift uncomfortably on the couch. The vibration ceases for a moment before returning, jiggling my plush thighs and causing a subtle tingle in my groin.
Groaning I begin to open my eyes, still half asleep as I drag myself into a seated position. I tilt my head, trying to look past the wall of boob beneath me as I spy a light shining through my pocket as another round of vibrations begin. Reaching down with a petite hand I strain to pull the phone free from my pocket, bringing it to my ear as I brush my long dark hair aside.
"Hello?" I croak, my sweet sultry voice being diminished by the phlegm caught in my throat.
"Good morning Ms. Skye. This is an automated message reminding you of your appointment at the Swap Clinic at 12:30. Please ensure you come early so you can sign in. Best regards, the Swap Clinic" a recorded message blares at me, punctuated by a dull unenthusiastic voice reading out key elements.
Inhaling deeply I try to sit up, rubbing my eyes with my free hand as I try to clear my vision of sleep. I glance around, sighting the demolished feast that I had the night before as I gasp in disgust in astonishment. My free hand darts down to my stomach in search of the food baby, however instead all I find is the same slim taut belly I've had since the swap.
"No...no..." I mutter weakly, shifting in my seat as I begin to take in the sensations emanating from my plush form. Being unfamiliar with my new self I doubt I would have been able to notice any changes since yesterday, however my tight clothes tell a far different story. The 'Gamer' shirt, having already been tight around my chest, was now stretched with the lettering beginning to distort over my massive bust.
Reaching up reflexively I tug at the shirt, hoping to loosen it up. However, I only manage to confirm what I expected as I feel the heavy weight of the additional cup sizes D. Franks had promised now pushing the shirt to its limits.
As I shuffle in place I wince in pain, feeling my short beginning to ride up and pinch tightly into my hips. I slowly rise from my seat unsteadily, the subtle yet sudden shift in mass throwing off much of the work I had done the day before to get used to my new body.
I whimper loudly as I look behind me, my gaze meeting my slightly enlarged hips and ass. I can feel the plump flesh jiggle with each jittery motion, bouncing invitingly in the tight confines of my shorts. I try to take a few tentative steps, feeling the difference in the heft of the bounce in my chest and rear as I wince and whimper with each and every footfall.
"One step...forward...two steps back" I grumble, my lip quivering as I walk around the living room in an attempt to get used to the changes.
After several minutes, and a lot of readjusting my shorts, I finally stop as I look at my phone. My eyes go wide as I see the time, having less than an hour to get ready for the Swap Clinic. My heart stops for a moment, a cold chill running down my spine.
"Fuck...damn it...I...Fuck I need new clothes" I mutter, looking down at my stained and stretched shirt.
Shifting from one leg to another as I try to think I glance around the living room. There had to be something that, while discarded carelessly, I could still wear to the appointment. Scanning the room, making an effort to avoid the assorted dildos and the tail butt-plug, I begin to gather up the loose articles of clothing before dumping them onto the couch.
Sighing loudly I grab the bottom of my shirt, tugging it hard as I begin to pull the tight fabric up and over my head. My heavy breasts fall from the shirt as it passes over them, nearly toppling me over as I struggle to adapt to the surprise sensation tugging me towards the couch.
As the shirt slips over my head I go to throw it on the floor, grumbling under my breath as I realize I am repeating Scarlett's habits. However, I didn't have the time to find the hamper and to put things away properly. Dropping the shirt on the floor I begin to sort through the pile of clothes, bringing them to my face as I try to ascertain how clean each piece was. I gag constantly in the process, struggling to smell much beyond the scent of sweat, sex, and liquor clinging to the various pieces of fabric.
Eventually, I manage to find a selection of half-decent clothes. Hastily I begin to strip out of my shorts, straining and going red in the face as I struggle to pull them over my enlarged ass and thighs before kicking them over to the other side of the living room.
Trying to avoid looking at my body as much as possible I grab for the clothing, taking a black spaghetti strap top and pulling it over my head. My breasts press out against the tight airy fabric, my nipples showing through the material even while not being hard. I bounce a little on the spot, watching as my boobs threaten to escape the flimsy material. However, this was the only top I found that didn't reek.
Hissing in disapproval I move on, looking to the rest of the clothes and grimacing at what I had picked out from the slim selection.
Next I grab out a pair of pink panties, the picture of a cat face emojii over the crotch. It appeared to be unworn, having simply been discarded amongst the rest of the clothing and forgotten about. Pulling it up my legs I shiver slightly, unwillingly enjoying the sensation of the soft cotton against my smooth thighs as I tug the panties snugly over my ass and pussy.
Finally I take the last piece of clothing, a black leather skirt that ended a little too far up the thigh than I would have liked. I look at the pants in the pile again, gagging as I see what looks like stains from a mixture of liquor, food, and cum. I slowly pull the skirt up over my legs, furrowing my brow as I feel what little protection they provide compared to the jeans I was used to. As I get them over my hips I zip up the side, securing them in place.
Looking over to the far wall I stare into my reflection in the TV. I'm met with the sight of a curvy little short stack dressed to show off as much skin as possible. It was like my curves were threatening to burst out of my outfit at any moment, a sensation I'm sure Scarlett would have relished.
However, I had no time to languish in despair at my sexualized new form. I rush to the kitchen counter, my breasts threatening to knock me out as they bounce wildly with my hurried movements, before grabbing my keys.
With my hips swaying sensually I power walk out the door, my phone and keys in hand, trying to avoid any bouncy movements out of worry for my top and my modesty.
After locking up I rush towards the elevator, cursing under my breath as I slowly realize my mistake in not finding a good bra before getting dressed. As I wait for the elevator to reach my floor I look up where the Swap Clinic was. A grin grows on my plump lips as I see that it was only a few blocks away, the car having taken so long due to the sheer amount of one-way streets in the area.
I bounce lightly in place in the elevator, growing impatient as I keep an eye on the time. As the doors open I rush out, again trying to restrain my chest to little effect. Hitting the street I turn sharply, my eyes going wide as I realize how big everything feels now. I'm met with the sight of people passing high above me, my 4'10" frame making me feel like a child staring up at adults.
Blushing deeply I begin to hurry down the street, knowing it would take me longer than expected thanks to my now shortened stride. As I walk I can't help but notice people's eyes falling on me. Women glancing jealously or judgingly at my body, men leering at my chest and ass as they jiggle and wobble with each step. I'm forced to hold an arm over my chest in an effort to keep my breasts steady, accidentally making my nipples poke more through my top as they rub against my slender arm.
I want to cry, my emotions almost getting the better of me as I feel people's gaze burn into me. However, biting my lower lip I manage to work past it in an effort to not make a scene in public. My breath grows short and ragged as I feel my body begin to grow exhausted from my quickened pace, sweat building up on my forehead and under my heaving chest as I bound down the street.
Slowly coming to a stop I turn to face the building I had been looking for. I pant for breath, my chest heaving heavily with each deep breath. I feel disgusting, my body drenched in sweat, but I made it on time.
As I waddle in I close my eyes and tilt my head back in delight, the cool air-conditioned waiting room rejuvenating my tired body. Taking a moment to cool off I slowly begin to approach the front desk, the eyes of everyone in the waiting room slowly becoming drawn to the sweaty busy girl swaying her way up to the counter.
"Hi...I'm...I'm here for an appointment" I mutter meekly, looking up at the assistant behind the desk. She's an older woman, though by no means is she unattractive. Her tanned skin and dark hair scream MILF next door. As she leans towards me, her cleavage showing in her top, I begin to feel a telltale warmth in my panties.
"Well hello there, let me just check our system love" she chimes, her slight English accent driving me wild as the damp heat begins to get worse and worse. "What's your name?" she asks, tilting her head quizzically as she looks down at me.
"Jor...I mean...Skye...Scarlett Skye" I say, my voice rapidly shifting into a defeated tone as I'm forced to use the body thief's name.
"Let...me...just...Oh, there we are!" she chirps, her eyes darting back and forth over the small screen next to her.
"Please head back, hallway on the right and second door on the left" she explains, nodding in the direction I needed to go.
"I...uh...sure thing" I mutter, taken aback by the fact I wasn't being guided to the room like last time. However, as I step away I see why she wasn't coming along. Looking aback over my shoulder I see a small line had formed behind me, most likely people coming for their appointments much like me and needing to be signed in.
I sashay back to the hallway in question, shaking my hips as I head to the second door I can find on the left.
As I reach the second door I find it partially open. I knock gently on the door, inching my way inside. "Um...excuse me? I was told to..." I nervously ask aloud, freezing up as I enter the room.
The room itself was rather small, much like the chamber I had been trapped in during my previous experience at the Swap Clinic. In the center of the room sits two tables, lush black padding coating the surface with a large metal cage at one end. Each cage is connected to a series of wires, all coming together into a massive black cable that runs off into the wall. However, none of this was what stopped me in my tracks.
Sitting on one of the beds in my body, my slim 6'3" frame and pale complexion in all its glory. Its jeans are pulled down around its thighs, my large 10-inch cock at full attention and in one of its large hands.
"Fuck...I'm going to miss this" my body groans despondently, pumping my former cock in its hand. "Getting turned on by this thing and being able to play with it AND being able to feel it is the fuckin' best."
"What...what the fuck are you doing!" I squeal, stepping in and slamming the door shut behind me.
My body jumps with a start, looking up at me with a look of shock before slowly shifting into one of disappointment. "Oh...yeah still nothin'" Scarlett says, her eyes darting up and down my busty body. "But...maybe after..." she muses.
She slowly begins to grin, moving her hands to the table as she leans back. "Hey Scarlett, how's my fav streamer doin'?"
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