Groaning and shivering thanks to my wet t-shirt I begin to shuffle past the kitchen island and into the filthy living room. I'm too exhausted to do much about the assortment of liquor bottles, clothing and sex toys as I march towards the couch. I weakly push the pile of leather and silicone to the floor, the varied kinky outfits and dildos hitting the hardwood floor with a distinct thud.
Looking at my phone I see the pizza is still a few minutes away, the thought of having to wait that long being almost enough to drive me insane. With a deep breath I collapse onto the luxurious leather sofa, my small yet curvaceous frame sinking into the plush surface deeper than I thought it would.
A gentle moan escapes my lips, the relaxing feel of being cradled by the expensive couch being almost too good to be true after the day I had experienced.
All I can hear is the low hum of the washing machine and the dishwasher, my focus slowly becoming drawn to the soft sweet sound of my deep breaths. My chest heaves with each deep inhale and exhale, the wet shirt clinging to me and rapidly cooling as I sit and wait.
Suddenly my phone chimes, the screen turning on in the pocket of my skin-tight pink shorts. With a deep sigh I fish the device from my pocket, whining and squeaking as I'm forced to struggle and fight against the tight clothing. As I look at the screen I see an email from the Swap Clinic, my lip quivering as I open it and read the message.
Dear Ms Scarlett Skye,
We are contacting you to inform you that one 'Mr Jordan Hughes' has requested
a swap/swaps relating to your;
Work Experience/Knowledge
Sexuality
Mental Identity
In exchange, 'Mr Jordan Hughes' is will to make a single payment of;
$3,600
Please log into your Swap Clinic account via the link bellow to accept or
refuse this offer.
If you do not wish to receive further offers, please adjust your account
settings accordingly.
Best regards,
The Swap Clinic
With shaking hands I follow the link, finding myself brought to Scarlett's Swap Clinic account page. Furrowing my brow and chewing at my lower lip I read over the offer from Scarlett, pressing accept as my heart skips a beat and my stomach drops. It was over, by this time tomorrow I would be Scarlett Skye more completely than I had ever wanted to be.
"It's...it's the only way...I mean" I whimper, trying to justify the decision to myself again.
Before I can linger of the depressing thought for too long a loud knock echos from the front door. My nostrils flair as I snap to look over at the source of the sound, my long black hair whipping into my face.
"Pizza..." I mutter hungrily, already smelling the garlic bread from the couch thanks to my starving form.
Clambering from my seat I rush to the door, my breasts and ass bouncing heavily and painfully with each step. As I reach the door I quickly open it up, my jaw-dropping as I stare up at the delivery guy. Up until this point I had been surrounded by women post swap, but now I was able to see just ow much shorter I was. I swallow hard as I crane my head up, my gaze falling on the 5'11" man with tanned skin and 5 o'clock shadow standing in front of me with a pizza box and bag in hand. He was a few years younger than my old self, making him probably a year or so older than my current body, with his long black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.
"Heeeeey Little Red" the young man says with a smile, his eyes quite obviously drifting down to my tits as they show through the clingy shirt. The cold water had made my nipples stand at attention, the thick sensitive nubs poking through the see-through fabric.
"Uh...Little...Red?" I mutter, not caring about the ogling as my eyes remain locked on the food in his hands.
"Yeah...Little Red Riding Hood...Scarlett...Red...Come on, you can't be drunk already" the man says with a chuckle, shuffling a little as he begins to pass me the food. "Family supreme" he states, repeating the order as I rest the hot box atop the shelf of flesh that was my chest.
"And in the bag three garlic breads, two cokes, and some gelato" the man explains, placing the bag into the doorway of the apartment.
"I...oh no...I ordered two garlic breads and..." I begin to correct him, nervously shuffling about as I wonder if I had made a mistake.
The man laughs, cutting me off as he raises his hands. "It's on us Little Red, the boys are big fans...I mean they like delivering here" he explains, quickly correcting himself in the hopes of covering up the fact he and his coworkers watch Scarlett's shows.
"I....oh...thank you" I coo, my voice sounding sultry no matter how I talked.
"My pleasure" the delivery man says, adjusting his stance a little to hide a growing erection. I have to force myself not to gag, my eyes briefly darting to the bulge forming in his jeans.
"Well...uh...see you later Little Red" the man says awkwardly, feeling the vibe of the situation as he begins to head down the hallway.
"I...uh...thanks" I call back, repeating my appreciation as I shut the door.
Turning to face the living room I barely manage to make it two steps towards the couch before I slump to the floor, enjoying the large cushion of an ass I had for the first time as I rest on the hardwood floor. I rapidly begin to dig through the bag, tearing out one of the garlic breads and shoveling the delicious buttery carbs into my mouth.
I devour the whole loaf in less than a minute, my hands moving on their own as I choke down the food. I quickly grab one of the coke bottles, popping it open and chugging half of its sugary sweet contents as I try to force down the garlic bread.
I can't help but moan in pleasure as I eat, my body reacting overly positively as I give it the building material it so desired.
On weak and shaky legs I crawl towards the couch, my massive breasts swinging side to side with each motion as my ass jiggles and hips pop along with me. I drag the food with me, eventually reaching the couch and pulling myself and my feast up onto the plush surface.
The next half an hour is a sickening blur, a frenzy of gorging myself on ice cream, garlic bread, and pizza. It is only as I approach the last few slices that I begin to return to my senses, finding myself leaning back into the cushions with an assortment of crumbs and dropped toppings resting atop the shelf of a chest I was now stuck with.
I groan painfully, my euphoria quickly giving way to nausea as the food settles. I reach down past my chest towards my flat stomach, gasping as my petite fingers come into contact with my taut belly. I run my hands over the new curve I had developed, my once flat and trim tummy bulging with a food baby after the overeating I had done.
My eyes slowly take in the scene, all three empty garlic bread wrappers laying next to me along with an empty bottle of coke. Half of the gelato lays uneaten in its container which sits on the side table next to the couch along with a partially drunk bottle of coke. Two massive slices of pizza sit in the box on my right, taunting me to finish them.
I'm forced to gasp and pant for breath, any deep breaths wracking me with pain and the feeling like I was going to throw up. As the nausea builds and builds I find my eyes beginning to flutter closed, the dull hum of the appliances around the apartment lulling me to sleep with white noise.
I try my best to stay awake, hoping to get more done, but it's a futile endeavor. Before long I pass out, leaving an overfed curvy short stack snoring on the couch.
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