The Swap Meet - Part Eight

The man looks at me rather awkwardly, his expression becoming unreadable as it twists and turns through a myriad of emotions. Finally he opens his mouth, muttering "She did say she was looking for a smaller chest, guess she got one." Jacob quickly follows his statement with a nervous chuckle, glancing down at my chest momentarily before immediately look away.

"I...yeah she did...um..." I stammer in response, unsure as to how to answer as the air hangs think around us. You could cut the awkward tension with a knife as both Jacob and I simply shuffle nervously in silence as it grows more and more oppressive.

Glancing down at my own massive rack I let out a little hiss, the reality dawning on me that I would be carrying these massive things around for the next three months. As I stare down, my mind drawn elsewhere, I accidentally dribble a glob of bright orange egg yolk onto the huge fatty lumps weighing me down. I let out a slight yelp of surprise as I feel the hot goo stick the light fabric of my dress to my chest before slowly oozing downwards towards my cleavage as it slowly congeals.

Without a second thought Jacob jumps into action, licking his thumb before pressing the digit into my soft yielding flesh. I let out a low whimper, freezing up as the man acts on instinct and begins to wipe the egg off of my dress. Shivers run down my spine, my mature pussy growing warm between my swollen thighs as he firmly manhandles my massive bust.

"There...just a bit..." he mutters under his breath, freezing up himself as he realizes what he was doing to the man in his wife's body. He jumps as if a gunshot had gone off behind him, snapping his hand to his side as his face begins to burn as red as my own. Jacob tries and fails to look away from my chest, my large dark nipples pressing firmly through my light summery dress as my needy body begs for more attention.

After another brief pause Jacob finally speaks up, unable to look me in the eyes as he glances away. "Sorry...that was...I guess I'll need to get used to..." he stammers, obviously uncomfortable with the thought of some man wearing his wife's body.

"It's...alright..." I mutter softly, my tender vulnerable tone still warped by Lillian's naturally sultry voice. "Are...are you okay...with...you know?" I ask, wincing painfully at how weird the situation was and at how much weirder we were making it.

"Yes...I mean...I'll work it..." Jacob stammers, his earlier confidence and attempts at humor falling away momentarily. "I figured she would find some...woman, to swap with and...well I wasn't prepared for a..." he explains, leaving a pregnant pause as he tries to bring himself to say the words.

"A twenty-seven-year-old guy?" I giggle, the wavering in my laughter giving away just how nervous I was as well.

"Twenty?!..." he blurts out loudly, his eyes going wide as he's hit with the thought that a man over a decade his junior was now his wife.

Watching the shock and discomfort flood the handsome older man's face I immediately feel a pang of regret in letting that information slip. However, should I have lied to him? He seemed nice, would it have been wrong to simply let him think I was a girl? Or maybe just someone closer to his own age?

Before we can say any other word a loud crackling emanates from the pocket of Jacob's puffy vest, a muffled static-filled voice ringing out loudly through the quiet house quickly drawing both of our attentions.

"Mr. Portsmith?" calls a nervous Trevor, his voice panicky and rapidly shifting in volume as he tries to work out how to use the walkie-talkie properly. "Are you there?"

Eager to distract himself from the awkward situation he had blundered his way into Jacob quickly fishes the walkie-talkie from his pocket before holding down a large button on the side. "Yeah Trevor, what's wrong?"

"I..." Trevor responds pausing for a second, "Why do you think something is wrong?"

"My mistake" Jacob replies, grinning a little. "I'll let you get back to..."

"Okay! There is something wrong" Trevor finally admits, the defeat present in his voice making it obvious that this was part of a pattern for the young man. "The 1 pm tasting group has come down, by the cellar door is currently being used by the Harrison party and..."

"And they're big spenders..." mutters Jacob, obviously well aware of the financials of his business. "Hold them, the tasting group, there. I'll be down in a few minutes to give them a 'special tour' of the grounds until the Harrisons have cleared out" he explains, quickly formulating a plan in his head before sliding the walkie-talkie back into his pocket.

"I have to go" he quickly states, the fact he was using this in part as an excuse to avoid our awkwardness not being lost on me.

"I could come too" I whisper softly, glancing down at my still egg-stained dress for a moment.

"I...think it would be better for you to get changed" Jacob explains back, his own gaze falling to my chest for just a moment. "Take some time to settle in and...well I'll be back as soon as I can."

I merely nod back at him, the picture of a demure and meek wife that Lillian had never been. I watch as Jacob shifts as if to give me a kiss, before turning to race out towards the front door. Some part of me at the back of my mind winces at the rejection, a stabbing emotional pain wracking my heart as I watch the tall handsome man race out around the water feature before disappearing.

I listen as the front door opens and closes, the sound of an engine roaring to life following soon after before vanishing into the distance. I'm soon left with only the sound of my racing heart and the soothing sound of the water feature, my soft whimpering breaths punctuating the otherwise stable soundscape.

"Fuck..." I whisper, inhaling sharply as I stare at where Jacob had tried to wipe my dress clean. I could still feel his hand on my chest in my mind's eye, his rough firm hand holding my soft feminine flesh in both a kind and controlling manner. I'm forced to shake my head as I try to wipe the image from my mind, knowing that it would only lead to more distractions moving forward.

To that end I quickly pick up the mug of instant coffee Jacob had made, the steaming liquid inside looking remarkably pale for my liking. I enjoyed my coffee as dark as possible, the bitter taste acting to wake me up as much as the caffeine. However, as I raise the sugary milky abomination to my lips I can't help but let out a low satisfied moan. I greedily begin to sip at it, relishing the creamy and sweet taste that overpowered practically any sense of bitterness in the instant coffee. I slowly begin to feel normal as I sip at the pallid drink, a part of my mind screaming at me for drinking what was practically hot flavored milk.

Despite this, Lillian's taste buds practically demand that I keep drinking it as is. Looking down between short tender sips I notice a beautiful shiny steel dishwasher, a grin growing on my face as I realize how easy cleaning up this house would be. Popping it open I notice a few other bits and pieces inside, a few glasses and a plate or two that need washing, before placing my plate into the dishwasher with the rest.

Looking around at the expansive living space my eyes fall to the floating stairs, my eyes following the gorgeous feature up to the unseen second-floor. With half my coffee gone I begin to shuffle my way over, swaying my generous hips heavily as I feel more and more of Lillian's natural gait force its way into my every movement.

Looking out the glass wall I notice the large four-wheel-drive racing off into the distance, a subtle sense of regret hitting me as I feel awful about my last conversation with Jacob. As I slowly climb the stairs, wobbling and awkwardly clutching at the powder-finished black metal railing thanks to the unfamiliar waddling and heft of my body, I watch as he speeds towards the visitor's center.

"Should I have...I don't know..." I mutter to myself, pausing on the stairs with my legs on separate steps and spreading my doughy legs slightly. "I could have gone with him, gotten to know..." I sigh, pursing my plump lips in frustration as I return to climbing the stairs.

As I reach the landing I find myself in the back righthand corner of the house. Two glass walls intersect, giving me a marvelous view of the surrounding countryside and the mountain ranges off far in the distance. To that end a small chaise lounge rests in the corner, the antique olive green piece of furniture sitting with a small side table beside it. A lush white carpet lines the floor, the thick coat dampening practically any noise from passing between the two stories.

Beyond the window is a large dark deck, a small outdoor dining table sitting towards the right of the balcony along with several small chairs. I can see the edge of something to the left, a dark shape sunken in the deck and partially obscured by an internal wall from the landing.

As I turn to take in the space around me I notice that the upstairs appears far more planned than the lower level. The stairs lead up to a small open area at the top, the space leading to an open door to the far left that appears to be a remarkably large room. The wall making up the front of that room continues down parallel to the stairs, creating a fairly sizable hallway that leads down towards the backside of the granite water feature. The hallway splits off to either side of the granite slab, encircling it to apparently form the balcony that overlooks the entryway.

I sashay over to the open door, the scent of jasmine hitting me heavily as I approach the doorway. I recognize it as something akin to my perfume, a scent that forces my lips to curl into a slight giddy smile.

Pausing out front I glance to the left and down the large hallway, my eyes falling on a series of doors lining the walls. On the left wall are two lavish wooden doors, each bearing a hand-carved name in cursive in the lightly colored wood. The closest merely reads "Dearest Guests", while the one further down readings 'Samantha'. A single door rests down at the far end of the hallway, the distance causing me to squint my aging eyes to make out the cursive scrawled into it reading 'Bathroom'.

Inching towards the guest room I tentatively open it up, my jaw dropping as I stare in awe at the excessively large space. The carpet almost glows in the sunlight streaming in through the wall to wall glass, a large queen-sized bed to the right of the door facing the outstanding view of the winery in the distance. A set of rather plush-looking high-backed armchairs rest in the right corner of the room by the window and the foot of the bed, a small dark wood coffee table resting between them. The left wall is divided into two parts, the closest of which being a large built-in wardrobe while the latter half simply has a door resting slightly ajar. Inside the door I can barely make out a beautiful marble countertop and sink, the mirror above it reflecting a remarkably lavish shower.

"The guest room even has a...an en suite?" I muse, wriggling my hips happily as I begin to wonder where I would be sleeping for the next three months.

Inching back out and closing the door behind me I turn to face Samantha's room. A part of me wants to explore inside, a nagging voice complaining that it is technically my house and I can do what I like in it. However, remembering what it was like to have parents invading my personal space I decide against it.

My stride grows faster and faster as I spin around as head towards the open door, immediately being met with the sight of the engraving.

 

Lillian Portsmith
      <3
 Jacob Portsmith

 

I can't help but chuckle as I approach, cocking my head as I read the signage. "So...Lillian got top billing huh?" I mutter, looking down at myself. "I mean...who could say no to..." I begin to muse, growing quiet as I remember my last awkward interaction with Jacob.

As I enter the massive bedroom I freeze up, my jaw falling agape for an entirely different reason than the guest room. This place, while massive, is a complete mess. The lushly carpeted floor is littered with random articles of clothing. Loose-fitting nightgowns, tight turtle neck sweaters, pairs of jeans and shorts, several tight skirts and formal business attire, comfortable yoga and sweatpants along with tank tops and t-shirts, and even several sets of underwear and lingerie have been spread out all around the massive hand-crafted four-poster bed.

I cringe in disgust at the sight, shuffling my way inside as I approach the grand bed in the center of the room. The thick wooden beams that comprise the frame have been inlaid with intricate carvings of grapevines, a love letter to the craft, while magenta curtains hang around the bed tied to the posts with golden ropes.

Glancing to the left I see a similar sight as the guest room, a wall that is half wardrobe before giving way to the entrance to our private en suite. The sliding mirror coated doors that to the wardrobe are wide open, the messy collection of clothing either having been scattered on the floor or hanging out of order on racks or in shelves. A massive collection of shoes take up the leftmost corner, dozens of boxes housing the disgusting expensive-looking selection.

The bathroom door is wide open as well, revealing an L-shaped room with the sink and mirror close to the doorway while a massive bathtub rests only halfway exposed at the back of the room. The walls are a light robin's egg blue, much like my stained dress, white the white carpet of the bedroom is replaced with shimmering white tiles.

Spinning in place, looking through the four-poster bed, my eyes go wide. I'm met with a truly gorgeous and private sight of the mountains off in the distance, the view of this bedroom hidden from the rest of the winery. For a moment, I almost forget about the fact I was technically living at my place of business, a short thought crossing my mind was what exactly I did around here.

That thought is quickly shunted from my mind as I see the dark sunken object in the balcony fully for the first time.

"Hot Tub!" I squeal with excitement, my chartreuse eyes darting between the amazing private view and the large luxury hot tub resting perfectly together. My heart skips a beat as I stare at it, though I have to admit that hot water on a warm and sunny day like this sounds less than ideal.

Taking another set towards the be I feel my foot become caught on something, my gazes struggling to glimpse past my mammoth mammaries and down at the tight sheer bodysuit that had entangled my feet. A shiver runs down my spine, a realization hitting me in an instant as to why all the clothing was out.

"Was Lillian...was I looking for something...enticing to wear to the Swap Meet?" I mutter, kicking the overtly sexual item away and under the bed.

Shuffling forward I eventually reach the bed. With a grin across my face I tumble back onto it, a loud grunt slipping past my plush lips as I feel my heavy chest jiggle and bounce wildly before pooling into my armpits. I can't help but wince at the feeling, the reality of having massive hanging breasts hitting me as I gently wiggle and shake the soft pliant flesh with my arms.

"These are..." I sigh, craning my neck down as I inspect the fluid-like fatty weight I was saddled with. "Hopefully worth it."

For a moment I just rest, catching my breath as I struggle to fight the added weight and shifting on my chest from my mind. My legs burn and ache from all my walking, stomach still unsatisfied from my meager meal. The aching in my back and the subtle pain from my unsupported chest demands attention, while my aging body feels like it's caught between wanting a nap and demanding some sort of release after my interactions with Jacob and my hung young former body.

Despite all this, a part of me desired to clean up this place. "Maybe Jacob will feel better if I help...fix up the mess" I mutter under my breath, my voice soft and dream-like as I lay with my eyes closed after a long and tiring morning.

Eventually I begin to formulate my plan of attack, wriggling up with no small amount of effort into a seated position and picking at my blue airy dress. I needed to get out of this thing and find the laundry, wherever that is, after that I could...