"I'll...I'll swap all three. Work knowledge, sexuality, and identity" I whimper, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was saying, what I was agreeing to, but she was right in that I had no clue how to live for life let alone enjoy it. Without these things I'd have no way of making money, and even if I could I'd hate every second of it.
Skye4Real: FUK YEAH
Skye4Real: COLLGE EDUCATION ERE I COME!!!
Skye4Real: Sorry
Skye4Real: I'm just real excited
Skye4Real: I'll organise the swap for tomorrow, just accept the swap when...
Skye4Real: You get the email about it
Skye4Real: Fucken character limit!!!!!!
I sniffle in my seat as I read her victorious chatter, my unbearably cute face turning red and splotchy as I fight back the urge to weep.
Skye4Real: Awwwww babe
Skye4Real: Dont cry
Skye4Real: Trust me youll love being me
Skye4Real: You can take a break from streams if ya want
Skye4Real: Like I said Ill pay for the swaps
Skye4Real: Log off an have some food
Skye4Real: Once you clean the kitchen that is ;P
Skye4Real: sorry jk
She rapidly types, doing little to make me feel better. However, as she brings up food I feel my stomach groan. It's a pang of hunger that is almost painful, a desperate demand from my famished body for protein and fats to help build it up to Scarlett's former glory.
I look down at my chest, hissing as I wince at the thought of my chest getting larger than it already was. Shifting in my seat I'm reminded of just how curvy I am, and how I still had more curves to add to my tiny 4'10" frame.
I take a deep yet shaky breath, my bottom lip quivering as I'm on the verge of tears. "What...what do I like to eat now?" I squeak, my chest bouncing and jiggling with my warbling breathes.
Skye4Real: oh fam I looooooooove black bean noodles
Skye4Real: oh oh oh mongolian beef is the bomb
Skye4Real: Supreme pizzas as well
Skye4Real: Theyre healthy right?
Skye4Real: I mean they have veg on it
I sigh as I read her response, my mouth beginning to salivate at the thought of a big cheesy and meaty pizza. I run my long tongue along my lips, causing them to glisten and shimmer in the lighting by the streaming set up.
Skye4Real: Oooooooh thats a good move
Skye4Real: If i was into chicks bet Id be hard :P
Skye4Real: Go eat
Skye4Real: Have fun
Skye4Real: Well meet up 2morrow so you can make me smaaaart
Skye4Real: byeeeeeeeeeeee
Skye4Real has left the private session
With Scarlett's sudden disappearance I quickly shut down the stream, the preview image of the over-sexualized girl barely fighting back tears only making things worse. I hastily close the windows, freeing myself from the sight of my new body even if I was left feeling every inch of it in my tight shorts and undersized shirt.
I slowly get up from my seat, stumbling less than earlier as I anticipate the dramatic shift in weight and the tugging from my chest. I waddle and sway over to where I had left Scarlett's phone, grabbing it and beginning my search for food.
I shuffle my way out of the messy room into the hallway, the low rumble of the washing machine putting me slightly at ease that as I imagine finally having something clean in this lavish apartment.
I walk past the large wall of windows, blushing deeply as I imagine what people could see if they were to look in through my windows. I pull at my shorts, trying my best to relieve the camel toe in the front and make them appear less skin tight around my huge perky ass. However, I quickly find that any relief I was going to get would be by completely removing the shorts which would leave me completely naked from the waist down.
Frustrated at the situation I head into the kitchen, huffing loudly as I see the pile of dishes stacked up in the sink. I walk over to the counter, leaning against it and wincing as I feel my massive bust rest and then press into the cold hard surface. There is a minor sense of relief to it as the weight eases from my back, but as I put more weight on it quickly begins to grow less and less of a good trade-off.
Groaning as I lean against the marble countertop, another reminder of how short I was now, I begin to fiddle with my phone. I again ignore the dozens of messages and notifications, most of which appearing to be from horny guys which make me gag at their crudeness.
The home screen is littered with food delivery apps, my lips curling into a slight grin as I get an idea. I open up the first one I recognize, switching to past orders as I try to find Scarlett's prefered pizza place. Immediately I'm met with a string of orders at multiple times each day, the girl apparently having been living off of takeout for a long time. Finding the first pizza place on the list of past orders I put in another, ordering a family supreme as I begin to drool a little onto my stretched out shirt. I quickly begin to add more to the order, two additional garlic breads and a large bottle of coke. I place the order before I can even have second thoughts, the cravings of my plush and petite body beating out any rational thought I had.
It takes me a moment to recover from the thought of the food. Wiping the slobber away from my mouth with my soft arm I begin to stand back up, whining a little as I feel the weight on my chest return.
Grumbling under my breath I turn to face the sink, my shoulders slumping as I realize what I needed to do. The pizza would be here in around an hour, giving me plenty of time to clean before it got here.
"Fucking Scarlett...Fucking Swap Clinic...I can't believe you can agree to swap while drunk" I mutter angrily, filling the sink with hot water and dumping in some detergent as I begin to wash up the dishes.
It is a painful process, my new body reacting far more to the steaming hot water than my old one. Eventually, after a plate or two, I'm forced to add more cold water to even be able to keep my hands under the bubbles.
As I clean I can't help but stand on my toes, finding the height of the counter and sink being far too close to my chest. Each inexperienced motion is a coin toss on whether or not I splash hot water onto my shirt, turning the white material more and more see-through with each and every plate and bowl.
Wincing as I look down, my pale skin showing more and more through the clinging top, I quicken my pace. More water splashes on me as I speed up, but before long the dishes are down. I let out a satisfied sigh, drooping a little as I find myself more tired and hungry than ever.
I begin to open the drawers around the kitchen island, looking for where I'd need to deposit the washing once it was dry. My eyes go wide as I tug at one of the cabinet doors around the kitchen island, my stomach sinking as it folds out to reveal a perfectly fine dishwasher filled with more dirty cookware and dishes.
With my heart pounding in my chest I add some detergent to the machine before closing it up, a low hum and the sound of rushing water emanating from the little cabinet.
"Fucking Scarlett" I whisper to myself, a mixture of anger and disappointment in my voice.
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