"Come on" Shawn says, immediately shifting his tone to a more neutral state on a dime while I'm left to stew. "Let's head home."
I listen as his footstep head towards the exit, a low chuckle barely reaching me as the distance between us grows. I'm left shivering slightly in place, my thick thighs squishing against each other as I pin my legs together. My body feels extremely on edge, the time Van's body had spent in that bed certainly leaving her with a bit of a hair-trigger.
Reaching up I run my fingers delicately around the collar, the supple leather against my soft sensitive neck causing my heart to race a mile a minute. For a second I think of taking it off, establishing that I wasn't the same girl who had left this body behind. However, I can't deny how good it feels and eventually I let my hand drop back to my side.
Turning to face Shawn and the exit I quickly realize I was right to hold my hands by my wide hips. As I take my first tentative step, staggering slightly as I struggle with the constant tugging at my chest and the rocking of my hips, I feel the overly tight dress begin to creep up my doughy thigh. My face burns bright red as I clutch at the hem, my insecure and anxious mind swearing that the bottom of my ass is hanging out the bottom of this particular item of clothing.
As I hold the dress down as to properly cover my lower body I feel the top half strain over my busty. The material first compresses against the once saggy heavy hangers, now somewhat supported by the clingy dress, before slowly sliding down the plaint flesh as more and more cleavage is put on display. I can't win, irritated grunts and whines fill the room as I try to find the right balance.
Waddling awkwardly and extremely slowly forward I step into the shoes on the floor, wincing as I feel my feet slide into the warm soon to be sweaty black and white sneakers. My whole body feels sluggish, like the energy has been sapped from me with each of my careful wobbly steps. The nurse had said I'd have worse endurance, but this felt awful compared to what I was coming from.
Suddenly, a large hand snakes around my waist as fingers begin to play with and prod my slightly rounded belly. Snapping from my stupor my eyes dart downwards, my massive bust blocking my view before I turn to look up at Shawn next to me. He presses his arm against my back gently, forcing me to move a little faster towards the exit.
"I said come on" Shawn says with a chuckle, his hand roaming over my waist as he moves teasingly close to my chest before backing off over and over. "We can't just stay here all day."
I go to say something but my train of thought rapidly derails as we head towards the door at a more normal speed. My body begins to rock and waddle far more vigorously as I'm forced to keep up with Shawn's stride, the bombardment of new sensations shutting me up as my mind struggles to keep up. In an effort to not fall I clutch at Shawn with my right hand, my left remaining at the hem of the uncomfortably short and clingy dress he had picked out.
As we head out into the hall I see the older woman from the room standing by the doorway leading to the neighboring room. Looking up she notices Shawn's pawing and my clutching at him, a faint knowing smirk spreading across her lips as I blush out of embarrassment.
The hall itself was very similar to the one I had been in at the other Life Exchange, the wide clean area only differing in coloration as it maintains the oddly pale blue from the room. Something about this place feels oddly familiar, a sense of deja vu wracking me as I'm forced to stumble and waddle towards the exit.
"How do I know this place?" I think to myself, my eyes darting around behind my glasses as I try to work it out. "Do I have Van's memories or..." I continue, my train of thought coming to a grinding halt as we reach the lobby. My eyes go wide as I see the reception desk, my stomach churning violently as I read the name at the top of the registry of offices.
Lathem College Medical Centre
Behind the counter I immediately recognize one of the receptionists, the face of the young woman in her late twenties looking down at me with a sweet smile yet with none of the recognition I had for her.
"This can't be happening" I wheeze under my breath, barely paying attention as Shawn leads me to the counter.
"What babe?" Shawn asks, pausing at the reception desk as his hand quickly begins to paw at my waist and hips playfully.
"I...um..." I hem and haw, unsure how to bring up my concerns.
"Hello there" chirps the receptionist, her long honey blonde hair hanging loosely around her pale freckled shoulders. "How can I help you."
"I..." I choke out, failing to speak up as I struggle to overcome the strangeness of not being recognized by someone I had gone to college with. We had lived in the same dorm, hell we had been forced into the same study group for two years. However, now there was not a single spark of recognition from her as she sees only an overly busty and bespectacled young woman rather than the tall skinny man she knew.
"My girlfriend just did a life exchange. Do we need to pick anything up?" Shawn asks for me, his arm squeezing me against him as he calls me his girlfriend.
"Oh, right you must be Vanessa" the woman says with a knowing tone, immediately moving to pull something from a pigeonhole in the countertop. I blink rapidly up at her, it finally hitting me that 'Van' was a nickname.
"Yeah..." I manage to choke out with no small amount of struggle. "I'm Van...essa" I declare, tripping over my words as I force myself to say the full name.
After a brief pause the woman draws out a small yellow envelope, the name 'Vanessa Jones' having been written on the outside in cutesy swirly script. With a smile on her face she passes it down to me, the difference in our height making my blood run cold as I finally have a sense of reference for how much of my height I had lost. As I take the envelope into my hand I feel several cards within, the inflexible plastic likely being my new IDs.
"There you go, I hope you have a good day" the receptionist coos before immediately turning to face her computer, likely to file this into their systems.
Still dumbstruck by the interaction I'm practically dragged from the counter by Shawn, the taller man easily making me shuffle through the dim and warmly lit waiting room of my old doctor's office as I'm led outside.
Squinting to spare my eyes as I'm hit with the early afternoon sun, my jaw drops as I see what lay outside. Before me stretched the entrance to my old campus, both the place I studied my multiple degrees as well as the location of my old job as a lecturer. My head whips about, taking in the towering buildings lining the paved brick paths leading into the campus proper and the car park running along the fringes.
"Why the hell am I here?" I think to myself, quickly losing myself in thought as I'm moved along in my state of awe. I'd swapped bodies with a random person, I should be somewhere else but yet here I am. My heart races in my chest as I'm reminded of my dress, my fiddling restarting with renewed vigor in a desperate attempt to appear proper while we walk along the outskirts of the campus into the parking lot.
"What? Never seen a college before?" Shawn chides, leading me past the lines of cars that filled the labeled and numbered parking lots. "I thought you said you..."
"I taught here" I squeak softly, hanging my head in embarrassment.
"What?" Shawn asks, cocking an eyebrow.
"This is where I taught" I grumble, nibbling at my lower lip as I shy away more and more. "Can we...wheres the car?" I mutter, eager to get out of sight considering my dress.
"You...holy shit! Oh, Mason and Claire are going to love this" Shawn exclaims, breaking down laughing as we stop in front of an old beat-up sedan with the paint chipping and years of dirt covering the exterior. I struggle to hide my dislike of the vehicle, Shawn releasing his grip on my waist as he heads to the driver's seat.
"How does a guy with a job and his own apartment drive something so...so..." I think to myself, waddling my way over to the passenger seat as I hastily climb inside. The cabin of the pickup is filthy, with rubbish strewn about with absolutely no care. Old bags of fast food, empty cans of energy drink and deodorant, even some items of clothing sit both in the front and back seats. I can't help but wince as I see the clothing being mostly Van's, with pairs of lacy panties and the occasional tank top or skirt sitting scrunched up under the seats.
I slowly begin to gather up the clothes, eager to find something I can wear. However, each and every one feels downright disgusting in my hands. A mixture of sweat, stale beer and wine, as well as the general funk of being left out for so long tells me that this dress was the best I was getting until I could get home.
As Shawn climbs into the driver's seat he looks over at me, his gazes lingering on my chest and thighs as he drinks in his long-term girlfriend's body for the first time in quite some time. As he notices me gather the clothes he lets out a light chuckle before patting my exposed thigh.
"You definitely aren't Van in there" he notes, his gentle patting quickly turning to a firm possessive squeeze as I squish my thighs together in reflex. His hand slowly creeps further up my thigh, my heart hammering my chest as my mind screams no but my body cries yes. As he reaches the short hem of my dress, his fingers feeling the heat radiating from my new crotch, my empty stomach decides to kill the mood. A loud hungry growl fills the cabin, my exhaustion making far more sense as I remember just how hungry I was.
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...
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