The Life Exchange - Part Eight

As if taking the hint from my body Shawn quickly starts the car engine, his hand immediately withdrawing as he begins to operate the stick shift. Pulling out of the parking space in silence Shawn quickly breaks it as we reach the main road.

"Let's grab some food" chirps Shawn, his eyes darting around the as if in search mentally for what sort of food to get. As we reach the first intersection out of the parking lot he suddenly snaps his fingers, grinning mischievously from ear to ear.

"I've got it" Shawn chimes excitedly, quickly slapping on the indicator as we wait for the light. "We'll get something from Jack's Grill."

As I hear the name I let out a low groan, slumping in my seat and rolling my shoulders forward as my mammoth chest tugs at me. Jack's Grill was definitely a staple of life around the Lathem College, one of the few remaining branches of a dying fast-food chain. What had kept this old burger joint alive for so long was its mythical status as the ultimate hangover cure, most of those who lived on campus having graced its doorstep or drive-thru at least once in their time studying.

The food was always drenched in grease, from the patties to the chips, with everything else being doused in butter and salt. The soda, while always seeming flat, was always way more sugary than any of the other fast food and always seemed to cling in the mouth for hours later.

I had been a fan of the place back when I was in college, frequenting it for late-night snacks or early morning to ease a pounding headache with protein and fat. However, the moment I graduated and started eating properly I had left Jack's behind me. It was so unhealthy, the mere thought of those burgers dripping oil and fat all over the place sending my stomach into nauseated twists and turns.

"Can we go...anywhere else?" I mutter meekly, still struggling to express myself in my new lusciously smoky and soft-spoken voice. "That place is..."

"Trust me babe" Shawn exclaims, cutting me off and causing me to pout slightly. "You've been...eating? Hospital food for weeks, you need some real food" he explains, waving his hand dismissively at me.

"But that's the thing..." I blurt out, shifting awkwardly in my seat as I try to navigate facing him while the seatbelt presses in between my overwhelming chest. "It's not real food, it's garbage."

"You're really not Van" chuckles Shawn, shaking his head a little. "Don't worry, I'll guide you through the new you babe" he continues, reaching over to squeeze my plump juicy thigh playfully. I try to move my leg away, to pull the squish supple flesh from out of his reach. However, between the tight confines of the car and the copious amount of garbage littering the floor there was little I could do besides swatting weakly at him.

Thankfully, as I weakly smack his hand he withdraws it before frowning a little. "You know, you're the reason for more than half the trash in here" he states with a knowing grin, nodding to the fast-food wrappers and bags collected around my feet. "I don't use your side of the car."

Murmuring slightly at the comment, my eyes drifting down to the shelf of pale flesh that consumes the lower part of my vision, I shift to reach for the garbage both to clean up and to inspect what the hell Vanessa had left in here.

However, thanks to the sluggishness and difficulty I was having with maneuvering my doughy voluptuous form I'm unable to grab anything before I'm jostled in my seat as we drive up off the street and into the Jack's Grill drive-thru.

Groaning I throw my head back, blowing a few strands of sweaty black hair out of my face as I glare at the poorly colored red tips. I shoot Shawn a sour side-eye, the giddy idiot not even noticing as we drive up to order.

"No wonder Vanessa left" I think to myself, wondering in part why she didn't just break up with him.

As we pull up by the small black box by the menu the crackly voice of some teenage girl bursts from the old speaker. "Welcome to Jack's, can I take your order?"

I lean over as best I can, struggling to and wrestling with the seat belt and the dress as I try to get closer to the window and the box. If we were going to eat here I'd just get something small, a single burger and water rather than the heart attack and diabetes in waiting that most of the menu was. However, as I open my mouth to speak Shawn holds up a hand to silence me before he starts to order.

"Yeah, can I get a...quad cheese-burger in a large meal, coke as the drink..." Shawn asks, pausing for a moment as he formulates the order. "And...and...just a spicy chicken, no meal"

As he brings up the food I feel my stomach growl angrily, the doughy bulge beyond my sight practically begging to be satiated by the food on offer. I needed...something, really anything to eat. It was as though I'd been starving myself for weeks and I finally had the chance to eat something to fill the void.

Dredging myself out of my distracted state I watch as Shawn drives us around to the front window, my eyes landing on the young woman at the window as I let out a small whimper. I quickly clutch at my chest, grabbing at the top of my dress as I try in vain to hide the insane amount of cleavage and pale flesh that bounce and ripple gently as we idle in place.

My face burns red as I watch the young woman at the window immediately eye up my chest, her eyes roaming over the tiny clingy chest that barely covers my curvaceous form with no small amount of judgment and disdain.

Before long our food is passed over to Shawn as he goes to pay, the two bags and the large poorly balanced drink resting precariously in his lap. As he finishes up with the card reader he turns to me before looking through the bags.

"Thanks for getting me something...moderately healthy" I mumble, reaching for the lighter looking of the two bags. However, before I can snatch it from his lap he grabs it himself, cocking an eyebrow at me before nodding to the larger bag and the drink.

"The chicken is for me" he chuckles, obviously finding the thought of me eating it absurd. "I got you Van's go-to treat here, you know, food for emotional days and hangovers"

My heart skips a beat and my eyes go wide as I look at the drink and grease-stained bag in his lap, gagging slightly at the thought of eating all the fat and sugar in one go. Despite my own revulsion I feel myself begin to salivate, the scent of the horrendous food smelling downright heavenly to me in my desperately hungry state.

Glaring at Shawn I take the food without another word, pouting angrily as he gives me a knowing smirk. His look practically begs me to try the food, to tell him I hate it. However, as I nestle the ice-cold drink between my plump thighs and the bag against my tummy I can feel my body react overwhelmingly positive to the sense memory of it all.

Reaching inside the bag I quickly pull out the massive burger, the four layers of cheese and beef causing the paper it is wrapped in to turn transparent almost immediately. Despite the sickness I feel looking at it I find myself licking at my lips in eager anticipation.

I quickly unwrap the massive mound of fat and meat with my somewhat pudgy fingers, the reasoning for my doughy and pudgy state becoming all to clear. With a deep breath I dive in, cramming the burger into my mouth to the best of my ability. It's too big to fit, the tall greasy mass requiring me to bit at it from above and below to get a full mouthful.

As I feel the fatty low-quality meat hit my tongue I let out a soft whimper. It is just too delicious, my mouth lighting up with pleasurable fireworks as the cloying juices coat every inch of my tongue. A low rumbling moan slips out despite my best efforts as I quickly begin to ravage the dripping burger with bite after bite.

Butter from the buns and fat from the patties quickly begin to run down my chin, the strange feeling of droplets of warm grease against my exposed chest barely registering as I work my way through the disgusting delicious meal.

Reaching down I grab the drink, ripping off the lid as I begin to drain the massive cup of overly sweet cola with reckless abandon. It's awful, it's cloying, it's teeth rotting, and I need it! The soda washes away the feeling of all the fat in my mouth only to replace it with a subtly bubble sticky and sugary sensation. Despite it all, despite the mental revulsion I feel with each second, I simply can't deny the nearly orgasmic rapture my body is in.

As I shovel the crispy salt-covered fries into my ravenous maw I hear Shawn begin to laugh, obviously enjoying being right and showing just who knew more about what Vanessa was like.

Tears of joy fill my eyes as I quickly polish off the burger before immediately licking the remaining juices from my fingers. Before long I move to wipe the same juices from my chin, my body craving every late drop. Glancing down I spy the last few drops on my chest and without a second thought I go for them. Reaching down I heave my bust up towards me, my massive endowments threatening to break free from the ill-fitting dress, as I begin to lap at the soft sensitive flesh.

My moaning soon becomes a mixture of the animalistic joy of consuming that delicious food and the pleasure emanating from the gentle licking of my own generous chest. A heat begins to build inside of me, a dampness returning between my soft squishy thighs.

Suddenly I'm snapped back to reality as the car comes to a stop, my eyes going wide as I look from my now saliva-covered cleavage to Shawn as he simply enjoys the show. Squealing in shock I lurch back up, clutching at the top of my dress as I pull it up as high as I can without flashing my new pussy or ass.

"Awwww babe" Shawn chides, wiggling his eyebrows. "Don't stop on my account."

"Pervert" I grumble, placing the rubbish I had made into the takeaway bag. I had just started being Van and I didn't plan to make this place any worse than she had. "Why'd we stop anyway?"

"Um...we're...home?" Shawn explains with mild confusion, gesturing to the small apartment building in front of us. The building is only four stories tall, an older structure that had remained in the genreal area of the college while the rest of these old apartments had been torn down to make way for cheap student housing.

"I thought you said you lived at your grandparent's old house" I murmur, wincing slightly as I look at the old brick exterior.

"House...Home...Apartment, they're all the same thing" Shawn says with a shrug, opening the driver's side door and stepping out.

"They really fucking aren't" I spit back, opening my own door and struggling to my feet.

Despite having eaten and being filled with the most sugary soda imaginable I feel more sluggish than when I had just woken up at The Life Exchange. The hot food filling my slight bulge of a belly practically causes my body to beg for a lay down, maybe a little nap onto of it all to earn back whatever energy I could muster.

Slouching forwards, my chest dragging at me with each of my waddling steps, I follow Shawn into the building I'd be calling home for however long I stayed Vanessa or at least for however long I stayed dating Shawn. Luckily the walk isn't that far, the need to fight my dress with each and every heavy rock of my hips and jiggling of my chest only last for less than a minute as I'm led to the only apartment on the bottom floor with garbage and the envelope from the clinic in hand.

Standing beside Shawn as he unlocks the door I can't help but shiver slightly in anticipation, my eyes drifting to the bag of rubbish in my hand and the garbage-filled car several feet away. I can't help but worry just how bad it would be inside, the lingering fear of why I had been forced to wear this skimpy outfit clinging to me and causing my blood to run cold.

As the front door swings open I'm immediately hit with the pungent scent of sweat, the musty odor rippling out from the front door only to be followed by a mixture of odd smells. My lip twitches and quivers as I try to place the scents, each off-putting in its own way, as I feel a hand press against the small of my back before I'm led inside.

"Welcome home babe" Shawn coos, lazily kicking off his sneakers by the front door into a smaller messy pile of various shoes.

As I shuffle in I watch as Shawn makes a be-line to the sofa at the end of the linoleum floored hallway, the young man sliding in his socks as he reaches the large well-worn red couch before tumbling onto it. The hallway is rather narrow, a single door resting on the right wall while the end of the passageway opens up into a cozy living space.

The living room is downright filth, the sight of old pizza boxes and half-empty cereal bowls immediately helping me identify the scent of off or rancid foods. A massive flat screen TV rests atop a small table in the back corner opposite the front door, a game paused mid-session out for all to see.

Kicking off my own sweaty sneakers I begin to timidly pace my way deeper into the apartment, my eyes darting over discarded takeaway containers and old worn clothes with disgust. Without looking into the closed room on the right I reach the living room proper, wincing slightly as I see the mess that either Vanessa had left or Shawn had made since her departure. It was like an entire wardrobe had been upended in the room with all manner of clothes having been worn and then dropped where they had been taken off. Cutlery and crockery all litter the floor and the small cheap coffee table resting between the sofa and the TV.

Another smaller couch rests next to the main one just out of sight from the front door, the dark blue piece of furniture dotted with various stains from unknown substances.

The back of the room leads to a set of wide glass sliding doors, both of which are partially obscured by a heavy set of blackout curtains and cheap rugs with mandala designs. From the few cracks in the wall of fabric I can see a poorly maintain garden out back, with weeds and grass overgrowing the few pieces of rusted metal furniture.

The wall to the right of the entryway, behind the backs of the sofas, sits a faux fireplace. The mantle is covered in a variety of liquor bottles, some filled while others remain empty, as if to make for a display. Where the fireplace should be sits a cheap, albeit usable, heater with a fake fireplace facade.

Another hallway branches off to the right, leading down to a few more doors that I can hardly make out through the dim light. To the left of the living room rests a somewhat open plan kitchen, a countertop and lowered section of ceiling being all that divides the rooms thanks to the lack of any real door.

I watch as Shawn picks up the Playstation controller from the coffee table, his eyes turning back to his paused game.

"We need to clean" I state, walking in between him and the TV in the hopes to get his attention. The young man slumps a little, obviously understanding the need to clean but also not having the drive.

"I know babe but... After Bloodstarved Beast, I've been trying to get past that shit all morning and..." he explains, trying to make his excuses before I cut him off.

"No, now" I say with a huff, trying to fold my arms across my chest but struggling to do so with the shelf of pliant flesh in the way. "Come on, you can't see this as making a good impression."

Shawn pauses for a moment, placing the controller back down as he rubs the back of his head. "No, I get it. I kinda let this place go while Van was...you know..." he states, a slight hint of an apologetic tone in his voice.

"And now that my sweetie is back well...I suppose I could help tidy up..."