I pant through ragged breaths as I hear the crackling of the speaker cease, only the sounds of my own pained groans and labored breathing filling the now quiet room. I keep trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light, hoping in vain that the far walls will eventually snap into focus. However, as second after second passes by it slowly dawns on me why the girl in the head shot was wearing those large glasses.
Suddenly there is a sound from outside the booth, a door handle turning as the smooth wall begins to shift. I partially close my eyes as light from outside begins to filter in through the growing gap between the door and the wall, the pain reminding me of how I had been so rude awoken this morning.
I'm snapped from my train of thought as I see a pair of black pumps approaching me, the click of the heels resonating through the tight enclosed space around us. "Well...it certainly looks like you had fun" chirps a familiar voice, a hint of disgust apparent in their tone even to my addled and unfocused mind.
I feel a pressure wrap around my arm followed by a stern tug. Working with the pulling sensation I sit up, the weight on my chest feeling even worse as my large breasts are lifted off their resting place on the floor and forcing me to take on their full heft.
I glance up with tired eyes, my gaze meeting the stern gaze of Wendy from earlier as she eyes up my new curvaceous form. "Men" she hisses under her breath, shaking her head a little as she reaches down towards me. "Hope it was worth it" she grumbles, getting down low and wrapping my limp arm around her shoulder as she struggles to get me to my feet.
I let out a low whimper, both hurt by her words and at the dull pain shooting through my thoroughly abused and broken body. Slowly I begin to get my feet under me, weakly standing up on shaky legs. I wince as I move, feeling through my dulled senses the jiggle and pull of my generous curves with each and every motion.
As I finish standing I look over at Wendy, my eyes going wide as I'm forced to look up at her face. The attendant had been quite a bit short then me when I first arrived here, but now she felt almost half a foot taller then me.
Wendy wraps an arm around my slim waist, using it to guide me towards the door. I stagger and stumble with each unsteady step, my numbed legs and new center of gravity making each footfall precarious. My stride, even in my dulled state, feels wildly off as my mannish walk grinds against the natural swaying movements of my body.
As we reach the hallway I practically have to close my eyes, unable to cope with the bright light illuminating the halls. Thankfully Wendy takes the lead, pulling me further into the building as my naked cum coated body merely stumbles along side her.
"So..." Wendy begins to say, looking around to make sure no one was watch or listening.
"So how much did you pay to become...her?" She asks, no slight amount of venom in her voice as she misreads the situation.
"I...no...I" I stammer weakly, coughing between each word as my hoarse voice feels like daggers in my dried out throat.
"You guys are all the same, New Years hits and you decide to start the year as some hot chick. It's not as fun as it looks you know, getting hit on all the time, having to wear make up and deal with all the stupid clothes, don't get me started on the lack of pockets, periods, pregnancy..." she says, cutting me off before I could explain that Scarlett had bought my body and not the other way around.
I feel a hand reach down, wiping a bit of cum off of my juicy thighs as Wendy scoffs.
"Don't worry, you have a day or so until you have to worry about getting knocked up. This..." she explains, pausing as she wipes some of my own cum on my massive chest. "This won't leave you popping out your own kids"
Before I can even try to think of a response I hear a door opening in front of us, the harsh lights easing off as we cross the threshold into the new room. I slowly begin to open my eyes a little more, trying to get my bearings in this new space.
The room itself looked like a mixture between a dressing room and a doctors office. A rack of simple white shirts and cheap unflattering pants sit in one corner, along with a mirror and chair. On the other side of the room there is a small desk and computer, a scale and tape measure resting nearby for taking measurements with an eye chart on the far wall for more testing.
"Come on" Wendy grunts, pulling me towards the rack of clothes. "We need to get you dressed before Dr Franks comes in for your check up"
I stagger along with her, my eyes opening more and more as she practically drags me over to the mirror. I stare in horror at the blurry sight in the mirror as it comes into focus, a short yet stacked girl looking back at me with the same horrified yet loose expression I was wearing. I tilt my head a little and watch as the plump girl in the mirror does the same thing, her mane of dark brown hair falling about her cute soft face and tired looking eyes.
Wendy sighs as she notices me staring in the mirror.
"Come on, you'll have plenty of time to check yourself out later" she grumbles, obviously not a fan of the person she thought I was.
She begins to fiddle with the rack of clothes, looking at small notes attached to each of the hangers.
"No...no...ah here we are" she explains, pulling a white shirt from the rack. "S. Skye"
I look over at her as she pulls the shirt from the hanger, shaking it a little to get the material from sticking to itself. I rock a little as I stand unsupported for the first time, wincing as I feel a dull sense of my muscles twitching and flexing in an effort to keep me upright.
"Arms up" Wendy calls out to me, holding the shirt up.
I weakly try to extend my aching slender arms over my head, my joints and muscles crying out in pain as I barely get them to eye level.
Wendy lets out a sigh before slipping the shirt over my arms and pulling it towards my face. In a sudden motion she pulls my arms up and over my head, causing me to yelp in a mixture of pain and shock before she quickly tugs the ill fitting shirt down over me.
As my head pops out of the shirt I let out a gasp. The shirts appear to be all standardized, the measurements all increasing relatively evenly. The shirt hangs fairly low down my thighs, acting as a tarp over most of my body. However, my shelf of a rack tents out the material as the same happens with my hips and backside.
I let out a low whimper and whine as I see the overly sexualized sight that was my new body, the slight amount of cum on my chest drying and sticking the coarse material to my new breasts. A smirk quickly appearing and disappearing on Wendy's face, obviously taking a bit of pleasure in my discomfort.
Much in the same fashion as the shirt Wendy begins to search for the matching set of pants.
As I wait I shuffle a little in place, groaning as I feel the large amount of cum coating my thighs slowly dry in the open air.
"Can...can I clean..." I mutter, trying to get out a question but finding the racking cough to hard to fight through.
"Clean?...what are you..." Wendy begins to ask in a confused manner, quickly pulling the pants off the rack. She cuts herself sort as she turns to look at me, looking down at my plump thighs as I rub them together in discomfort.
"Oh...you can clean up once you get home" she quips, shaking out the pants like she had done with the shirt.
Wendy quickly rolled up the legs of the pants, placing them on the floor for me to step into before wrapping her arm around me again for support. As I unsteadily step into the pilled up pants Wendy leans in to whisper to me.
"Besides, isn't this why men buy the bodies of attractive women?" she snipes, reaching down to pull the pants up.
The pant legs remain bunched up on the ground, even as Wendy painfully snaps the waist band in place over my hips. My face twists into a look of confusion as I feel the material stretch over my massive fatty backside, the feeling of it against my numbed body taking a minute to register in my slowed mind.
Wendy kneels down to roll up the pant legs, the proportions of my less than five foot frame meaning there was quite a bit of excess material to hide.
"There's another problem, good luck finding clothes that fit off the rack" Wendy chides once again, adding to the list of problems I would be facing. "Especially with curves like this" she chuckles, patting my ass and thighs as the material sticks to the cum covering my soft skin.
"No...I...she..." I whimper again, tears forming in my eyes as I try to explain the situation to Wendy in a hope she would stop this bullying.
However, before I can finish my already terrible sentence the door behind us opens. Wendy quickly turns around, her customer service smile snapping back on her pretty young face. "Dr Franks, she's all ready to her exam" Wendy chirps happily, reaching over to spin me around to face the doorway.
I squint my eyes as I look at the shape standing in the doorway. Through my blurred vision I see a fairly short shape moving towards us, a stumpy older woman with crows feet and greying hair slowly coming into focus.
"Why thank you Wendy, and dressed already? My you're quick with these things" The woman says cheerfully, the voice identical to that of the one which I had heard over the speaker.
"Dr...Fra..." I say, trying to say her name before I am quickly shushed by a finger on my pillowy lips.
"Uh uh uh, what did I tell you about saving your strength? You just had your body broken down and rebuilt, like a hundred of tiny car crashes pounding you into shape" Dr Franks says in a concerned manner, obviously fighting back a bit of a chuckle at her analogy.
"I hope you made some good money on the sale sweetie" she continues "You're going to be feeling it for a while"
As Dr Franks brings up the nature of the swap Wendy's smiling face drops for a moment. "Sale...wait..." Wendy mutters, piecing it all together. "I...Dr Franks, may I be excused? I'll organize transportation while you perform the exam" she asks, obviously growing uncomfortable as she processes this new information.
"Of course dear, we won't be long" Dr Franks replies, approaching me in her short stocky body and getting my arm around her stooped shoulders.
Wendy quickly leaves the room, closing the door behind her without another word.
"Alright sweetie" Dr Franks says with her soothing matronly voice, gently urging me forwards. "Let's get you weighed. I wasn't sure if there would be enough material in that skinny old body of yours, have you been eating well? Breakfast, lunch and dinner?" she continues, questioning me in a motherly manner.
Guiding me to the other side of the room she helps me up onto the scales. I sway a little as I stand on the small platform, my large breasts threatening to nudge the small weights in front of me. Dr Franks expertly shifts the weights around, working quickly to get an accurate reading before my busty form undoes her work or I fall off the scale.
"And...done" she chime, turning to the computer as she read something on the screen.
"Hmmm, you've lost a bit of weight dear. The conversion process does lose a lot of mass and energy as heat so I suppose that..." she begins to mutter, trying to work out where the missing mass had gone.
Dr Franks picks up the small tap measure from the counter, quickly setting about measuring my body.
"Height...is fine...Shoulder...correct...Chest...oh..." she mumbles, her eyes going wide as she sees my chest measurement. "You've lost two cup sizes sweetheart" she explains, going back to continue my measurements.
"So...heavy" I groan, referencing my chest as she begins to move on.
"And they're going to get heavier my dear, until your body normalizes that's where your excess fat will go...and...oh...to your backside as well" she chirps happily, glad to have accounted for where I was missing mass.
I twist my head back, straining to look at my ass through my aching muscles and joints. It already looked massive on my tiny frame, jiggling gently as Dr Franks snaps the tape measure back.
I open my mouth to speak, but Dr Franks quickly cuts me off.
"No talking remember sweetie. Now, we'll organize a ride back to your home. Over the next few days you'll find yourself hungrier than usual, but once you pack on the extra weight you're missing your appetite will normalize" she explains, typing away at the computer as if taking notes.
"I'd recommend trying to learn to walk first, your old stride just won't feel right with hips and legs like that, then focus on other life skills you need...or you could always swap or purchase those skill...Purchase!" Dr Franks continues, exclaiming as she remembers something.
Dr Franks clears her throat as she begins to read something on the screen, leaning in as her eyes narrow over the small lettering.
"Thank you for using the Swap Clinic. Your purchase has been finalized and the transaction completed. Your deposit of $20,000 dollars has been transferred to Mr Hughes, being placed into his/her elected bank account" Dr Franks drones unenthusiastically, going through the motions as she reads the boiler plate statement.
Dr Franks suddenly stands back up, stretching her squat little body a bit after bending over the desk to read the screen. "Alright sweetie, turn around and read the chart on the wall" she chimes, reaching over to spin my in place.
As I look over to the other side of the room I stare intently at the pale cream colored square on the wall, the fuzzy black shapes somewhat coming into focus.
"E...R...Q...M..." I begin to squeak, voice painfully scraping up and out of my raw dry throat.
"You can stop there" Dr Franks says, her voice full of motherly concern over my pained voice. "You got 100%...match that is...The Q was a G and the M an N" she explain, helping me down off the scale.
"Which is wonderful dear, it mean those eyes are just as good as they should be" she chirps excitedly, causing me to turn to face the mirror and look into my narrow deep brown eyes.
As Dr Franks helps me to stumble off the small platform a knock echoes out from the door.
"Dr Franks? Ms Skye? A car is waiting to take the patient home" the familiar voice of Wendy calls out, slightly more tentative then before.
"Wonderful" Dr Franks calls back "We'll be out in a minute"
Following Dr Franks lead I let her guide my aching sluggish body towards the door.
"Now dear, you should have all you need at home. Please find those glasses of yours, we'll send you the pair she...you left here once both sides have...you know. There should be hygiene products at your home as well, and please see a doctor before the month is out to discuss contraception options" she runs through in quick succession, my addled mind fighting to keep up.
Slowly but surely we head towards the door, my head hanging tiredly as my long dark hair dances around my vision. Suddenly the painful light from outside fills my vision, causing me to close my eyes again to try and block it out.
I feel someone lift the arm on the opposite side to Dr Franks, a slightly taller person helping the older woman carry me down the hall.
"Sorry about...you know" whispers the nervous voice of Wendy, obviously feeling bad for earlier.
I groan in response, knowing Dr Franks would just shush me again.
As we walk I hear the sound of voice growing in the distance, the noise of the lobby rapidly approaching. I try to lift my head, the glare of the light through my thick strands of hair causing me to hang my head back down.
I'm pulled to the left, avoiding the lobby as I'm lead down another smaller corridor and out through another doorway. I wince and groan loudly as we step though, the noise and light of the outside world hitting me like I was suffering the worst hangover of my life.
The two women either side of me help me walk carefully down a small set of steps, each footfall taking far longer then it should as they make sure I don't tumble thanks to my numbed limbs and strange new stride.
As we reach the bottom of the stairs I feel Wendy quickly move ahead, the sound of a car door opening only a few feet ahead of me.
I feel a firm hand press against the back of my head, pushing it down as I'm eased forwards. "Careful sweetie, don't hurt yourself this close to getting out of here" Dr Franks warns, helping me into the back of the car.
As she get s my head past the door I tumble forwards, the heavy weight on my chest overbalancing me beyond Dr Franks' control. I collapse on the back seat with a pained yelp, the feeling of my new breasts hitting the seat hurting me even through the slowly weakening anesthetic.
"Sorry...sorry" Dr Franks whispers, rolling me onto my side before swinging my legs into the vehicle.
Slowly opening my eyes I find solace in the lightly tinted windows of the car. Laying on my side I appear to be in the back seat of a sedan, most likely a company car. I breath a sigh of relief for the first time since this experience started, the dark interior easing the pain in my eyes and laying on the seat relieving the weight on my chest and shoulders.
"You can't...uh...never mind" Dr Franks stammers, leaning over to haphazardly buckle me into the seat.
I hear the front door open n the drivers side before it quickly closes.
"I'll get her home Dr Franks" explains Wendy "I was about to go on a break anyway"
"Thank you dear" Dr Franks responds, closing the door I had entered through.
Suddenly I hear the car engine roar to life, a vibrations passing through the chassis and into my soft jiggly body as we idle in place. I whimper softly at the sensations of my aching body now being subjected to the strange new sensation, the slight jiggle of my chest and thighs as I thankfully press my generous back side against the seat for stability.
"Sorry, give me a...second" Wendy calls back to me, hearing the noise I am making as she begins to drive. As we reach the end of the small side alley we were in the car bounces, hitting the curb as Wendy drives out onto the main road.
I yelp in shock as I feel the dip, my whole body shaking and bouncing for far longer and to a greater degree then it ever should.
I hear Wendy hiss through clenched teeth, reacting to the shock that she felt through the car. "Sorry sorry, should be smooth sailing from here on out" she says reassuringly.
As we drive to my new home we both sit in silence for quite a while, twenty to thirty minutes at most, the droning sound of the engine slowly becoming like white noise to me as I feel myself begin to doze off.
Suddenly I hear the clicking of fingers, causing me to lurch up in my seat and groan loudly as I feel the weight of my new chest tug at my fully as I sit up.
"Hey now, no sleeping" Wendy exclaims, looking at my over her shoulder. "We still need to get you home, you can sleep there"
I murmur a little under my breath, not saying a word but still expressing my displeasure at the situation.
I feel the car begin to slow down after a few more minutes of travel, the sight of Wendy's blonde hair whipping about an indication that she was looking for building number.
"I'm...uh...Sorry for before" she mutter nervously, trying not to look at me. "We get a lot of...well...you get it right?" she continues in an unsure fashion, obviously not used to apologizing like this before.
Before I can even process how to respond I feel the car lurch to a stop, causing me to lean forward and the seat belt digs into my chest.
"Here we are" Wendy chirps, happy to change the topic.
She quickly pulls into a parking place, hopping out the drivers side door before rushing to help me out of my seat.
It takes several minutes of pulling and tugging, but Wendy eventually manages to get me to my feet as my knees shake and threaten to buckle at any moment.
I'm forced to squint again she guides me through the street, my heart racing as I think about how I must look to passersby. Thankfully we aren't outside for long as Wendy guides me up another small set of stairs and through a large doorway.
The lobby is thankfully modestly lit, saving my sensitive eyes. However, I keep them partially closed and obscured by my hair in an attempt to save myself from further pain. I shuffle along besides Wendy as she leads me towards the far end of the lobby, the swooshing of elevator doors giving me an idea of where we were going.
As we head up floor after floor I lean against Wendy, trying to merely stay awake at this point. The anesthetic was wearing off, albeit slowly, and the pains of my battered and beaten body were becoming all to real.
As if reading my mind Wendy props me up a little. "Almost there" she says weakly, pulling me forwards and out through the elevators doors as they slide open. Wendy guides me down a short hallway, pausing suddenly before leaning me up against the nearby wall. I hear the sound of her looking around, moving a heavy doormat before exclaiming under her breath.
"Got it" she mutters, returning to get me from my slumped position against the wall.
The click of a lock being turned reaches my ears, my temporarily dimmed mind registering that I must be home as I warmly and stupidly expect to see my cozy nerdy apartment.
"Also, find a new place to hide your house key. I mean, under the doormat? Really?" She says critically, guiding us inside my new...
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