The Life Exchange - Part Six

 Slowly but surely I begin to open my eyes, desperate to see the two people talking about me. As my eyelids part I'm immediately met with the most intense amount of sleep and gunk in my eyes I'd ever experienced, forcing me to drag my hand up to my face to wipe it out. As I move my arm I let out a quiet scratchy gasp, my soft supple arm immediately brushing against and shifting the warm wobbling weight on my chest that had pooled around my armpit.

I hear a bit of a low chuckle from the younger of the two voices as I bump into my new chest, my addled mind soon realizing that it must belong to Shawn.

As I wipe my eyes I begin to get a better sense of my new body. My hands feel fairly soft, with a faint plush feeling to the fingers and my palms reminding me that I wasn't the skinniest person anymore. The motion of rubbing my eyes, as good as it feels to rid myself of the eye gunk, causes the fat both on my chest and on my upper arm to jiggle annoyingly.

Letting out an annoyed sigh I slowly try to open my eyes again. Using my hand to block out the light from above I find myself in an all too familiar clinically clean bedroom, though the scale appears to be far smaller. The walls are painted an extremely pale shade of blue, the harsh white light coming from the ceiling drowning it out and making the blue look almost ghostly.

The bed sitting across from me at the other end of the room along with all its monitors is shrouded in a fair amount of blur. No matter how hard I stare I simply can't bring them into focus, only being able to make out the general shapes while the finer details are lost.

However, something that is certainly within view is the body resting beneath me. My eyes go wide, my breath coming in a sharp and surprised inhale as I stare down at the soft and extremely well-endowed figure I now wore as my own. My eyes lock to my chest, the massive bust that I had seen resting in the sink now pooling out atop me more like liquid than perky mounds. Shifting slightly in my bed I watch as they shake and roil beneath me before gravity returns them to their sloped and flattened state. Each of the pale veiny mounds possesses equally large pink areolas, with disproportionately small yet perky nipples at the end with small metal bars in each.

Lower down I spy my new stomach, a slight flabby bulge of rounded flesh. My chubby exterior continues even further down as my soft hairless thighs naturally rest squeezed together. I can feel them and my new engorged rear pool out against the firm mattress beneath me, providing the only padding I could enjoy on this cheap bed. The rest of my legs aren't spared the same fate, with my calves feeling softer and larger than my former ones by fair.

Despite all this extra weight, I'm most certainly shorter. Looking at the foot of the bed and the distance between it and myself I try to work it out in my head. My lips quiver slightly as I try to estimate how tall I was now. "five foot six...ish?" I think to myself, wriggling my toenails as I stare at the chipped and worn black polish on my toenails.

As I stare down at my new body, my mind slowly trying to wrap around my new doughy form, I notice someone moving towards me. Looking over I feel my heart skip a beat, a sense of odd familiarity and longing hitting me from somewhere deep inside of me.

My eyes lock to the young man, my gazes trailing over him as I drink him in. He's rather skinny and lean, though it works well on his tall frame. A dirty mop of dark brown hair hangs around his head, the unstyled mass looking like it hadn't seen shampoo in days. A set of gray eyes looking down at me with a sense of desire, his own gaze shifting over my naked body in kind. Dark bags rest under his eyes, the only blemish in his pale complexion beyond some old-looking acne scars on his chin. A slight amount of stubble covers his jawline and cheeks, the uniform length making it seem like he trimmed it relatively recently.

He is wearing a plain black shirt, a small food stain sitting dead center of the chest, and a large baggy pair of torn jeans. The whole look appears thrown on, though I do suppose I didn't give Shawn much time to get down to...wherever we were.

In one hand he holds a small shopping bag, a bundle of dark material sitting in the bottom of it, while in the other he holds a familiar set of large dark wire-framed glasses.

"Good to see you babe" Shawn says with a chuckle, his voice sending a delicious chill down my body at his use of a lazy pet name. "Here, brought you...these..." he states, placing the glasses on the bridge of my nose as the world snaps into focus.

"Th..." I begin to say, my voice turning into a series of coughs as I feel just how dry my throat was.

"No talking dear" coos the older woman, the squat lady with graying blonde hair pacing around into my field of view. Walking over to the bed at the far side of the room the plump older woman fetches a pitcher of water and a little cup, a warm smile spreading across her plump lips as she fills the glass and returns to the bed.

She begins to hold it out to be, her mouth opening to say something. However, before she can say anything I snatch the glass from her hand. I quickly guzzle it down, letting out a satisfied sigh as I feel the ice-cold water soothe my throat before it hits my empty stomach and eliciting an embarrassingly sound growl.

"Easy there dear" the old woman chides, though she still refills my water. "You've been out for a while."

Barely listening to her I chug down another full glass with such fervor that it dribbles down my face. I feel as the freezing cold liquid outlines my soft rounded face before dripping down onto my chest and rolling off to the bed. As the second glass of water hits my stomach I realize something, I am starving. I have no clue what or how they've been feeding Van while she was here, all I know is that it wasn't enough before I got placed in here.

With a groan I begin to sit up, my arms shaking beneath me as I use them to push off of the bed. My chest quickly exits its pooled state, sagging and hanging down and shaking like the heavy pendulums they were. These things are downright massive, each one bigger than my head and certainly more than my hands could easily handle. Beyond my chest, as I sit up my thighs begin to form a delicious amount of hip cleavage as my soft supple form squishes against itself.

Looking up at Shawn I feel my heart race once again, the desire inherent in this body being difficult to wrap my head around. He said they had been dating since school, if Van was twenty-two I can only assume they'd been dating for over half a decade at this point.

"Hi..." I nervously squeak, my eyes going wide as I hear Van's lusciously smoky and alluring voice slipping out from my new lips.

Shawn chuckles yet again, obviously enjoying watching his busty girlfriend act this way, before placing the bag in my lap.

"I brought this, sorry but it's the only clean thing I could find" he explains, shrugging slightly as he glances down at his own stained shirt. "Is she good to go?" Shawn asks, looking at the older woman.

"Oh, yes" she responds, slightly stunned by his directness. "I'll let you get changed" the older woman states, nodding down at me as she bundles up some of the old used sticky pads to throw away before heading out of the room.

With a small amount of wriggling I shift my legs around to the side of the bed, the firm mattress pressing into my pliant thick thighs as I'm left constantly reminded of my new chubby body. Opening the bag my jaw drops, my gazes shooting up to look at Shawn with a cold glare.

"This was all there was?" I ask, wincing as I still try to get used to the deep and smoky female voice I was stuck with from now on.

"Seriously" Shawn says, holding his hands up in surrender. "Van hadn't done her laundry in forever and I...well I've been putting it off for a while too."

Gagging slightly at the thought of what awaited me at my new home I empty out the bag, the slick stretchy material of a form-fitting dress and accompanying leather collar with a series of metal rings and a metal love heart resting in my lap causing a shiver to shudder its way through my body. As I stare at the items I try to think of something, a way to wear anything else than this. Suddenly it hits me, a smirk growing on my face.

"She must have worn something here right? Where's that?"

Shawn perks up as I bring up Van coming to The Life Exchange, a mixture of excitement at the idea of finding different clothes blending in with a sense of pain and sadness at what she did here. Looking down beside the bed he grabs a sealed bag, a subtly bad scent coming from within.

"You...she was going hard when she swapped" he explains with a chuckle. "Spilling drinks and vomit on herself hard" he continues with gritted teeth, nodding towards the bag. "I think they cleaned it...but..."

As he explains the situation I begin to place the smell, a mixture of stale beer and vinegar rising up to assault my nose. Worryingly though it smells almost too familiar, my heart hammering in my chest as I try to work out why that was or if I even wanted to know.

"I'll take the...fuck..." I mutter, holding up the dress.

"Don't worry babe" Shawn says, calling me babe again as my stomach fills with butterflies. He places his hand on my shoulder, my body immediately wanting to place my cheek atop his hand on reflex. I manage to hold back however, causing a subtle look of confusion to creep momentarily across his face.

"I mean, once we're in the car it won't be too bad" he continues, opening the foul-scented bag as he fishes out a pair of vans. "You'll need these though. Fuck, I should have brought like...some not fucked shoes" he mutters, realizing he didn't think too far ahead.

"It's fine" I mutter in response, pushing myself off the bed as I wobble to a standing position. My eyes go wide as I look up at Shawn, my shrunken stature making the world seem larger around me as the changes I had made slowly sink further in. "Did you bring any underwear?" I ask, watching as Shawn just gives me a lewd grin.

"Oops" he exclaims with a one-armed shrug, his other hand readjusting his jeans. "I guess you could wear...these" he states, pulling a pair of black panties from the bag with 'Fuck Me' written over the crotch. Pouting as I stare at the underwear I don't dignify the idiot with a response, instead turning to get into the dress.

"Asshole" I mutter under my breath, stepping into the shiny stretchy dress before slowly tugging it up my body. It feels like I'm painting on the black material as it glides almost arousingly over my soft form, my rounded curves being on full display as it rises up over my soft thighs and large flabby rear. I let out a subtle whimper as I feel the dress brush over my chest, my pierced nipples feeling unreasonably sensitive to the touch as they poke through the extremely tight dress.

"That sounds more like my Van" chuckles Shawn as he slowly approaches me from behind. For a moment I think he's being sweet as he helps get my shoulder straps on, the dress lifting and supporting my chest better than I would have expected as I'm left with a perky shelf of wobbling flesh consuming the bottom of my vision. However, in my temporarily distracted state I feel something wrap around my neck. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I feel the leather collar click into place, the tight restrictive sensation causing a damp heat to build between my legs.

"What are you...do..." I grumble, my words fumbling from my lips in lieu of mewling gasps as Shawn tugs at one of the metal rings.

"It's part of the outfit" he explains with a disgusting amount of mock innocence. "Besides, Van always liked collars babe" he continues in a suggestive manner. He quickly releases the collar from his grasp, leaving me to pant as I try to center myself and calm my overly excited body.

"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"