The Swap Meet - Part Five

Seemingly as soon as my vision grows dark I feel my sensations rapidly returning. The hum of the pod around me slowly dies down to the low rumbling hum at which it had started, the pained reverberations ceasing almost immediately as I come to my senses.

My head feels like it's been through a tumble drier, all manner of varied and disparate thoughts bounce around in my mind as they fight for a place inside my skull. Dates, addresses, names, and faces, all manner of ephemera that I have never seen or heard of before flashes past my mind's eye. My head begins to throb painfully for a moment, the tension building around my forehead and temples reaching an unbearable point before vanishing entirely as my mind begins to clear.

The faint scent of perfume begins to reach my nostrils as I take a deep heaving breath, my mind struggling to identify the smell. It was fresh and bright, like wild berries, before trailing off in a mellow and subdued Jasmine scent.

As I breathe in deeply once more, trying to pin the elements of the strange new perfume I can't help but let out a soft groan. My mind immediately snaps to focus on the extreme weight hanging from my chest, a dull pain forming in my lower back as more of my body becomes awake and aware of itself. Decades of carrying this impossible weight catches up to me in an instant, leaving me huffing and moaning in discomfort.

"What the..." I grumble, freezing up as I hear my sweet sensual voice escape my plump painted lips. I absentmindedly stick my tongue out, finding it longer than I had expected, as I taste the waxy substance on my lips. I wince at the taste, immediately recognizing it as lipstick thanks to my years of using makeup for musicals and live theater.

Gagging at the foul taste I push myself up from where I lay against the wall, the heft and weight of my body becoming overtly apparent as I sit up. My pendulous breasts, the massive orbs threatening to spill over past the side of my chest, rock and sway within the airy dress I had found myself in. I inhale sharply as I feel my new sensitive nipples brush against the extremely soft and light material, a shudder quickly running down my spine as I squeeze my new thick plump thighs together.

My jaw drops as I take in the sensations assaulting me below the belt, my fatty thighs jiggling as they impact with each other beneath my loose billowing dress. A heat immediately rushes over my cheeks, a deep blush forming as I feel a lack of...well...anything around my crotch. No hairs, no cock and balls, not even any underwear, simply a warm mound and a moist set of lips which remaining twitching and hungry after Lillian's inspection of my own body.

"She didn't wear..." I whimper, cutting my words short as I hear the door to the pod begins to hiss. A faint stream of light begins to pour in through the gap in the door, the sound of footsteps outside barely making it through over the background noise of the crowd outside.

As the doorway creeks open more and more I raise a hand to shield my eyes from the light, my arm briefly brushing up against the massive unwieldy mounds I now had to deal with for the next three months. My hand is fairly tanned, though it is also exceptionally soft thanks to a strong moisturizing regime. My fingernails are long and pointed, each one expertly and professionally painted a deep luscious red that matches the shade coating my plump lips.

Suddenly, a shadow blocks out the harsh light streaming into the pod as a technician holds out his hand.

"Let me give you a hand Ma'am" his deep voice offers, his eyes locking onto my chest in a painfully overt fashion.

I freeze up for a moment, both not used to being called ma'am as well as being ogled so blatantly. I open my mouth to say something, however, a freeze-up yet again as I hear my old voice croon from the pod to my right.

"Oh my...this feels...wonderful" coos Lillian using my own deep voice, whatever she was doing to my body being blocked from my sight. Her newly deepened voice positively drips with pure delight, the syllables coated with a deep sense of longing and desire.

Desperate to see just what the hell that woman was so happy about I reach out to grasp the young man's hand. I cringe as I feel is hand downright dwarf my own, a reminder of my new stature and feminine appearance.

"Thank you..." I mutter weakly, my sensual voice carrying little to none of the confident and commanding tones that the original Lillian brought to it. Instead I sounded downright meek, my new voice making me sound almost wholesome and meek in comparison.

The man grunts a little as he pulls me to my feet, the color quickly draining from my face as I focus on my new backside for the first time. What I had thought was a thick padded cushion on the seat was in fact my new behind, a massive flabby mass of flesh that had been spilling out over the edges of the tiny seat up until this point. I wince and I feel a slight stinging as I stand, a red mark forming over the oversized cheeks where they had been overhanging and digging into the sides of the firm seat.

As I come to my feet I feel my knees click a little, decades of use having caught up to my aging form and a reminder of the youth I had temporarily given up. With my first step forward I nearly tumble over, my new extremely wide hips popping and gyrating from side to side in an enticing yet unfamiliar manner.

Thankfully, the man helping me and another technician are there to catch me. Each of them takes one of my bare tanned arms as they lead me out of the pod and onto the stage proper. Even with Lillian being a little taller than the average woman I find my heart sinking as I look up at the two men helping me, completely unused to and unprepared to see people from this angle.

"There I am" coos my former voice, my head snapping around to look at the source. My lips begin to quiver nervously as I stare at Lillian in my body, standing tall with her shoulders back as a reflection of her confidence or perhaps due to not having to carry around the weight I had become saddled with.

She slowly runs her hands over my slender form, taking her time in an almost sensual manner. Starting around my broad shoulders she runs her new hands over my former slender arms, scowling slightly at the lack of muscle tone she had obtained.

"Jacob was always..." she huffs, pausing for a moment in thought. "I guess it'll be a good way to meet women" she mutters, finishing her internal thought process out loud.

Her hands pass over to her chest, hand fingers digging into the flat pectorals as she revels in the lack of weight. Her smile grows larger and larger as she gropes at my old body, her lips practically drooling as she enjoys the very literal weight being taken off her shoulder.

"This is lovely" she croons, rolling her shoulders in experimentation. "Those things were always a hassle, and after Samantha was..." she mutters, her face twisting into another scowl as she fiddles with her new nipples. "Well these are...disappointing..." she huffs, her hands drifting over my flat midsection.

"H...Hey!...Stop that..." I squeak, shaking a little at the downright lewd public display the mature woman was putting on in my body.

Pausing her exploration for a moment she turns to face me, my old blue eyes going wide as a grin spreads across my former face. Lillian stares at me, her expression becoming overjoyed as she sees her former body standing before her, the reality of the situation sinking in for the two of us along with two different reactions.

"There you are" she coos, popping a hip to the side and placing a hand on it in an effeminate manner. After a moment she wriggles in discomfort, sliding herself back into a more neutral position as my former body fights her own natural stance. Her eyes light up as her gaze drifts down, Lillian licking at her new thinner lips as she ogles her former chest.

"And there they are..." she muses, her hand reaching for her belt as she adjusts her jeans. "Delicious, I'm so glad you decided to be...free-spirited today dear" she taunts, wriggling her eyebrows as she points out my lack of underwear.

"I didn't...you were the one that..." I stammer weakly, struggling to speak up in light of the woman's overbearing personality paired with my large former body.

"Past tense sweetheart, now you're the one that decided to...go commando" she says with a chuckle, having obviously planned for this either as a joke or for her own sexual gratification.

Before I can even muster a retort I watch in horror as Lillian slides one of her hands down into my jeans, her eyes lighting up and practically sparkling as she grabs ahold of her new cock. "Oh my" she whispers, her voice deep and breathy in amazement. "So...big and...thick" she purrs in my old voice, biting at her lower lip as she continues to stare at my enlarged chest.

"St...stop that!" I manage to croak out, taking a few wobbly steps towards her as a technician joins me in my admonishment.

"Sir! Please don't do that here" grumbles the tech in his thirties who had talked to us when we first arrived.

Lillian merely slides her hand free with a slight shrug, giving me a lewd grin before side-eyeing the technician. "Just checking if it works...and it certainly does" she practically moans, returning her gaze to my chest as I struggle and fail to cover up.

Before I can try to say anything further I notice the technicians begin to shuffle around the pods and computers, preparing the set-up for another swap.

"Come now, Lillian" muses the real Lillian inside my body as she waltzes up to me, an almost cruel yet jocular grin spreading across her face as she enjoys the shift in our situation. I stare up at her in horror, craning my neck slightly as I'm forced to look up at my own grinning face. "We should leave the lovely people be, allow me to walk you out" she croons, making my voice sound downright debonair as she slides her arm around my waist.

I jump a little in shock, feeling my former hand nestle up between my waist and my overbearing hips. However, I don't fight the mature woman in my youthful body as she begins to guide me away out of a mixture of my own meekness and not wanting to upset the woman who was me for all intents and purposes.

Glancing over my shoulder I look back at the machine as Lillian guides me to the opposite stairs from the ones we had climbed. Trying my best to see if I recognized either of the two people moving towards the pods.

Approaching the pod I spy a young woman in her mid-twenties, her pale skin being accentuated and contrasted by her artificially vibrant red hair that hangs in a messy bob around her heavily pierced ears. Her large bottle-green eyes dart around somewhat anxiously as she looks between the crowd and the pod to her left and right respectively. Her slender frame and relatively large bust are bound tightly beneath a short black dress, the straps holding it to her shoulders forming a gothic and witchy star over her cleavage. Her height, which had to have been und 5'5", is bolstered by a large set of heavy boots which are covered in aesthetic straps.

Behind her shuffles a far younger woman, one who has to be between the age of eighteen and twenty. She keeps her eyes locked to the ground as she shuffles forwards, her long strawberry blonde hair dancing about her all the way down to the middle of her back. Her heavily tanned and rather average build, not too slender and not too large, would tower over the witchy girl ahead of her if not for the massive boots at around 5'9". Her chest and hips are on par with her swapping partner when accounting for height, maybe being one of the reasons for their swap. She is dressed in a pair of dirty, yet remarkably sturdy-looking, blue jeans along with a daffodil yellow tank top.

I try to follow them with my eyes as they both get ready to climb into the pods, the tanned girl looking leagues more nervous than the witchy woman standing next to her. However, as I reach the steps I'm forced to focus on my own two feet, not wanting to slip and crack my head in the first few minutes in Lillian's body. With each steep footfall, I feel my chest and ass bounce wildly, a grimace quickly forming across my face as I curse the lack of support under my breath.

"While I am enjoying the show Lillian, I would recommend a bra if you plan to be out and about" Lillian says with a chuckle, causing me to weakly smack her with my soft slender hand. Her laughter only grows at my pathetic reactions, obviously enjoying the power inherent in her new body.

"Shut up" I hiss quietly, not wanting to draw attention to the two of us. "You're the one that..."

"No, remember? You're Lillian Portsmith, legally and physically" she tuts, cutting my grumbling short. "If Lillian failed to wear her...delicates, then you failed to wear your..."

"I get it" I groan, seething as she guides me off the steps and around the circumference of the crowd towards the exit.

As we walk through the crowd I attempt to push her away from me, wriggling in her strong grasp in the hopes she would let go. Thankfully, after a few moments of struggling, she finally lets go and merely walks beside me with a large grin spread across her face.

I waddle along beside her, walking far faster than I was used to in an effort to keep up with Lillian's newly lengthened stride. While at first I had felt my hips pop and sway as some alien force, an action forced on me that conflicted with my own mind, with each delicate and sashaying step I find it worryingly becoming the norm.

Similarly, I watch as Lillian's stumbling stride slowly becomes more and more natural as she develops a great sense of command over my old lanky limbs. Her eyes follow the crowd to our left as we navigate around them, the occasional wink springing forth from her countenance as she makes eye contact with various people amongst the writhing horde.

I watch the crowd as well, taking one last note of the faces and interactions before leaving the Swap Meet. Despite my nervous and worried state I can't help but let slip a brief and gleeful grin at the thought of coming back in three months.

"If this works out...maybe I'll find something more permanent and...my speed" I think to myself, playing with my enlarged lower lip as I relish the feeling of the lipstick this time absent the shock.

As we move towards the large double doors leading into the hall and out towards the exit I spy an odd sight that draws and holds my attention.

A towering amazon of a woman stands nervously by the walls, twisting and turning as if to put her downright delicious body on display. Her red hair is shaved down either side of her pale head, with the top having been left long and flowing down to well below her shoulders. Her bust, while slightly smaller than my new rack, at least after adjusting for our immense difference in height, is practically on full display in a tiny leather crop top. Her curvaceous hips and firm heart-shaped ass are likewise poured into a pair of teeny-tiny black leather shorts, both items of clothing leaving her firm and athletic body open for all the world to see.

The front of her shorts however bulges out impressively for any man, though more so shockingly for such a gorgeous young woman, as her massive cock begs to be freed from its stifling prison. I'm lost for a moment as I stare at her thick juicy bulge, my pussy quivering at the sight and growing uncomfortably moist and warm.

"Enjoying the view?" mocks Lillian, noticing just what I was staring at. "You gave one of those up, are you already longing for one again so soon?" she taunts, chuckling to herself.

"For a few months" I mutter softly, unable to look her in the eyes. "Three months remember" I repeat, slightly more forcefully.

"Of course, of course" she replies, waving her large hand dismissively. "I'm the one that suggested it...actually..I suppose you did that" she muses, returning to another bout of chuckling in amusement at the turn of events.

Deciding to leave Lillian to her own amusement I focus back onto the redhead, noticing a squat balding man standing beside her. His hair is short, having been shaved back in an effort to distract from the missing hair up top, and is poorly dyed a dark black with splotches having reached his skin. He is wearing an ill-fitting tan suit, the cheap sort of fit you'd expect from either getting the suit second-hand or by buying it at a large discount 'off-the-rack'. He moves like a used car salesman, his hands waving over the redhead's body as if we were trying to make some sort of sale.

The redhead merely looks down at her feet, or at least attempts to for the most part. However, she occasionally glances up to the two women the older man is talking to, a subtle grin forming on her perfectly soft lips as she revels in their bodies.

A young woman around the age of twenty looks over the redhead, tilting her head from side to side as she weighs up the pros and cons of the potential swap. Her hair is a luscious shiny black, though judging by the matted mop of a fringe she is sporting the shimmer may merely be excess grease and oil. While her body is far less fit, practically being rake thin, her assets are not too dissimilar to the redhead. Her bust is equally massive and perky and her rear, while lacking the supporting muscle of the redhead's, is thick and jiggly. She is dressed in a large oversized black shirt, some band logo on the front and back having been worn away beyond recognition, and a tight pair of jean shorts that hug her hips and ass.

The other young woman appears to be in her early twenties, the expression on her pale and grease-slickened face being one I can only describe as 'defeated'. Her short brunette hair is entirely deflated, having become stuck to her shiny forehead and around her ears with a mixture of sweat and grease. Despite this, she is an absolute bombshell. Her face is extremely attractive, with a delicate nose, soft kissable lips, and large doll-like hazel eyes. Her body continues this trend, with a rack that dwarfs even my newly acquired assets coupled with a firm and delicious heart-shaped behind. Her body is poorly hidden beneath a creased and dirty fast-food uniform, with several grease and sauce stains dotting the light brown fabric of the top.

Looking up at Lillian I catch her licking my former lips, her eyes locked onto the tired and worn-out fast-food worker like a predator sizing up her prey.

"Hey! What do you think you're..." I grumble, jabbing at Lillian as we approach the doors.

"I'm just deciding how to spend my vacation" she explains cooly, shrugging as she too turns towards the door. "Or who to spend it with" she coos, looking back at the extremely busty young woman and throwing her a saucy wink.

As we both wander into the quieter hallway leading towards the exit I let out a sigh, happy to be free of the oppressive noise within. As we walk down towards the exit we pass by a few people on the way into the Swap Meet, my mind racing as I notice nearly all of the newcomers eyeing up my expansive chest and sensually swaying hips.

"You'd...I'd better not get my body back as an expected father" I mutter meekly, off-put by all of the stranger's prying eyes and trying to distract myself.

"Please, I know how to avoid getting pregnant" scoffs Lillian in my body. "And you'd better get used to people looking at you like that, especially if you insist on walking around without..." she continues, stopping as I stare daggers at her with her own chartreuse eye.

As we both exit the community center into the crisp cool air I let out a surprised yelp, the slight wind outside whips up around me making my dress billow and rise ever so slightly. In a panic I reach down to hold my pale blue sundress to my plush thick thighs, not wanting to flash anyone mere minutes after getting this body. My fingers sink into my supple flesh, a low whimper escaping my lips as I squeeze my new legs and feel the surprising lack of muscle.

"That's a good look" remarks Lillian, nodding down to my chest. Much to my horror, as I follow her sight line I see my massive chest being squeezed between my arms, the overwhelming size of the heavy fatty mounds becoming instantly accentuated beneath the light dress.

With my heart racing, knowing full well how I looked, I begin to compose myself. I rise up slowly, keeping my hands pinned to my dress as I hold it down and shifting them to my sides in the hopes of avoiding my chest.

"Don't stop on my account darling" croons Lillian, adjusting her jeans once again as she revels in the sight of her mature and deeply sexualized body.

"You...you wore this on purpose..." I grunt, wriggling my hips a little as I adjust the dress and my stance to provide a little more coverage.

"Well of course I did sweetie, no one gets dressed accidentally" she retorts effortless, her wit somewhat quicker than I would have liked. Before I can come up with a fitting response she begins to look around the parking lot, searching for something amongst the variety of vehicles. "So...where did I park?" she muses, partly an open question to me while also being one to her own blended mind.

"Over here" I mumble, trotting off towards one of the further way parking spots at the far end of the lot. As we walk I can feel Lillian behind me, some sixth sense telling me that she was staring at my massive fatty ass as we walked.

"Do you always park so far away?" she asks, snapping me back to reality.

"I...yeah?" I respond, turning back to face her. "There weren't any parking spaces closer"

She simply sighs, walking along with me as we approach the very edges of the community center parking lots. As we turn down to face the final row of cars she can't hide her disappointment, the line of cheap entry-level sedans obviously not being what she was used to.

"So which of these...things is mine?" she asks, fishing around in her pockets for the keys. Before I can answer she pauses by a pretty plain-looking white sedan, a grin forming on her lips as she feels some faint sense of recognition. In one swift and articulate motion she whips the keys from her pocket, quickly unlocking the doors as her grin only grows more intense.

"Perfect" she coos, obviously enjoying her help from my own mental attributes she gained in the swap. She takes a step towards the driver's side door, my heart sinking as I worry about her leaving without helping me as well.

"W...Wait!" I cry, stumbling forwards as my plump luscious body resists the lurching sudden movement. "Where are you...am I parked?" I ask, the desperation overtly apparent in my husky sensual voice.

"Oh...right..." Lillian mutters, looking up and back to the community center. "You're parked by the front, no one was using the disabled parking so I...You decided to use it" she explains, playing with her lip as she corrects her speech and revels in reminding us both of our new roles.

The color drains from my face as she explains herself, my heart skipping a beat at where she had parked. "What! Are you..." I shriek, horrified at the thought of being tricked.

"No no no" she says, waving her hands about defensively. "The fine is just...Jacob takes care of it if I even get one, and it's so much closer" she explains, a certain level of coldness slipping through in her voice.

"That...that's so..." I stammer, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Smart? Clever? Devilishly brilliant?" she chirps, obviously proud of herself.

"Awful" I finally respond, a look of disgust creeping across my borrowed face. My former face, having been nothing but jovial since Lillian had taken control of it, shifts into a look of anger for a moment as a brief sense of rage slips past Lillian's otherwise charming demeanor. I flinch at the expression, my response causing Lillian to reign herself and return to a fake smile.

"Well then, you should stop doing it" she chirps, her voice taking on a saccharine sweet tone in my deep voice. She begins to open the driver's side door, eager to get inside and to head to her new home.

"Wait" I call out one last time "so we're meeting back here in three weeks right?"

Lillian sighs and rolls her eyes and my nervous questioning, sitting down in the seat with her long legs sticking out the door.

"For the last time, yes" she grumbles, shifting how she is sitting to give room to her new ten-inch cock. "Besides, you and I should have each other's phone number rattling around in here. If I need anything I'll call you and vice versa...Okay?" she explains, slowing down at the end and emphasizing her words as if she were speaking to a literal child.

My soft lips quiver as I try my best to cope with the situation, my worries and discomfort being dismissed out of hand so easily by the woman in possession of my body doing little to help with the situation. As she moves to close the door she smirks out at me, throwing me one last wink. "Honey, a word of advice. You seriously need to relax, try getting laid" she jokes, slamming the door shut and quickly starting the car.

I open my mouth to respond, however, a sudden burst of loud music begins to rumble from within the cabin signaling to me that the conversation was over.

As Lillian begins to pull out of the parking spot our eyes meet, causing her to smirk and give me a little wave. I weakly wave back, moving only my wrist out of worry of jostling my chest with any sudden movements. Before she can speed off I remember one last thing, causing me to wave more violently and cause my mammoth chest to follow suit. Pulling up beside me she winds down the window, leaning partway out as she frowns.

"What now?" she huffs, eager to leave so she can start her exploration in earnest.

"My keys?" I ask, my voice wavering and quivering nervously.

"Are perfectly safe" she explains, nodding towards the community center. "I left them in the car, it's a convertible so you're meant to leave them unlocked and..." she begins to explain, causing the color to drain from my face.

Without another word I race off as fast as my bountiful body can carry me, Lillian smirking at my response and watching my curves race past in her rear view mirror. Each and every step is accompanied with pain and discomfort, my heaving unsupported chest straining at my chest and aching with each front-heavy bounce. Still unused to my hips and ass my running is more of an energetic jog, my thighs grinding together and growing raw as I feel the flabby flesh rub against one another with my hasty strides.

After only a short distance I'm completely out of breath, my heart racing as I slow to a brisk walk and finally a tired casual stroll. Lillian obviously hadn't put in much time at the gym, or really much exercise beyond whatever was necessary to maintain her physique.

"And she...was upset...about my...muscles..." I pant heavily, feeling myself begin to sweat after the brief burst of exercise.

Reaching the community center once again I pause, my eyes falling onto the poorly parked sportscar partially parked in two spaces. It looks like she had taken one attempt to make the parking job work before simply giving up, leaving the left side of the admittedly gorgeous shiny blue vehicle partially overhanging the neighboring space.

Grumbling under my breath I slowly approach the car, thankfully finding it unlocked. I slide into the driver's side seat, wincing as I feel my massive behind sink into the plush leather before spilling out to the side beneath me. I feel strangely tall in my seat, a constant reminder of the sheer size of the new ass I had found myself with for the next three months.

With no small amount of haste I begin to fumble around the car, searching for the keys Lillian had promised would be in there. Sadly, and thankfully, I quickly find them in the glove box as my heart sinks at how poor this woman treated such a lavish car. In the glove box I also find a pair of sunglasses, the imported Italian designer shades most likely running more than a month's rent for my old apartment.

"Well...when in Rome" I coo, a cheeky grin spreading across my borrowed lips as I slide the shades on. As I start the car I quickly begin to pull down the roof, gripping the fine leather steering wheel and wriggling a little in excitement at the drive I was about to enjoy.

The moment the roof slips into the chassis of the car I begin to slowly pull out of the parking spot, wincing as I realize just how poorly Lillian had parked once I was forced to get her car out of that position. The engine practically purrs like a kitten at the lightest feathering of the throttle, my blood pumping as I listen to the car I could never afford practically speak to me and beg me to take it for a spin.

As I reach the end of the parking lot I almost instinctively turn right, my stomach sinking as I realize I was turning away from the city and my apartment. Instead I pull out to face the countryside, a slight smile forming of my painted lips as I rev the engine once more and begin the drive to the Portsmith Vineyards.