Hemming and hawing I glance between the three women around me, my gaze darting over each of them in turn. Lily and Lillian follow suit, weighing up their own choices in the group while Angela and Henry merely wait with bated breath.
"Uh...Mrs. Portsmith?" I ask, finally breaking our relative silence. "It would only be until the next Swap Meet...right?"
The older woman grins from ear to ear, her contemplative expression falling away to reveal a look of utter glee. She cocks her hip slightly, again showing off her overwhelming curves beneath her light and airy sundress, before placing a perfectly manicured hand on it.
"Why, of course dear" she coos, her voice sounding saccharine sweet as she tries to ease any worries I had. "Do you think I would want to give up my wealth and family for...well...you? I'm sorry sweetie, but I don't think that would be a very good trade-in" she explains, her eyes narrowing as she tries to read my own expression. "You aren't from some wealthy family yourself are you? A secret trust fund squirreled away somewhere?"
My shoulders slouch a little bit, realizing I may be giving away a little too much and souring any deal I had going. I try to smile back reassuringly, giving the older woman more of a nervous grin instead.
"No, I...well I work full time and even then..." I mutter, trailing off as I try to think of how to paint my life in a better light. "But I live alone, it's a...cozy apartment."
The older woman winces a little but quickly manages to return to a kind and wholesome facade. "Like I said before, I'm willing to slum it a little. Does this mean..." she asks, pausing as she looks up at me with her chartreuse green eyes.
I glance around the other two women one last time before nodding. The temporary swap would be a good introduction to this whole thing, a chance to see if I really wanted to become someone else. The added bonus of having wealth simply sealed the deal, not having to rely on parents or risk my own living situation that I feared in swapping with Lily.
Lillian is barely able to contain her excitement, bouncing in glee as I accept her offer. Henry and I yet again merely stare dumbstruck at the woman's purely prodigious chest as it bounces and jiggles beneath the almost translucent material of the dress.
Before either of us can do anything Lily stamps her foot again, glaring between myself and Lillian.
"You can't!" she cries, obviously not used to not getting exactly what she wants. "I neeeeeeed someone to swap with, you have to..." she begins to whine, balling her petite hands into fists as she practically shakes with rage.
"Calm down kid" grumbles Henry, his face curling into a sullen expression as Angela merely looks down at her feet in a dejected manner. "You're not the only one disappointed by all this." Henry turns to face his wife, placing a hand on her shoulder which she quickly shrugs off. With a deep sigh Henry turns back to me, giving me a weak smile. "Maybe...if we haven't found anyone by next Swap Meet...you'd consider..." he mutters, trying to find an alternative to returning to approaching strangers.
Before I can really answer Angela simply begins to shuffle away, returning to where she had been sitting before in search of another seat. Henry quickly begins to follow suit, trailing after her as he begins to look around for someone that gives him the right vibe to approach.
Lillian, to her credit, tries to soothe the furious young woman between us. "I'm sorry dear, but I'm sure you'll find someone..." she coos softly, her voice taking on an almost practiced tone as she speaks to the petulant young adult.
Refusing to even answer Lillian, Lily merely huffs as her diplomatic words. She gives us both one last sour look, a glare that feels like it could kill if we were unlucky, before racing off to go intrude on other people's conversations as she had done with us.
I stand in shock at the young woman's sudden exit, the entitlement leaving me absolutely dumbfounded. Before I can really come to my senses I feel a soft warm hand grasp my own as Lillian begins to guide me through the hall towards the stage at the far end of the room.
"This is so...exciting" the older woman coos, her every word positively dripping with excitement and no small amount of lust. "I'll be a man...a young man...a single young man. No husband, no daughter, a real vacation from the norm" she chirps, her hips swaying more and more with every passing second.
I stagger and stumble along after her as she practically drags me through the crowd, my eyes glued to her downright massive hips and behind as they shift, sway, and bounce. I can feel a stirring sensation in my jeans, my cock growing hard at the sight of the body that I would soon be inhabiting.
"Yeah, I...wait...daughter?" I mutter, shifting awkwardly with each step as I try my best to hide my growing erection.
"Samantha, she's...a handful" Lillian groans, before immediately perking back up. "But she won't be a problem, my darling daughter lives in one of our guest houses. I doubt you'll even see her if you don't want to" she attempts to clarify, sensing my worry and hesitation.
"I...um...are you sure about..." I mutter, my voice wavering more and more as we approach the short set of stairs leading up to the stage.
Lillian pauses at the base of the stairs, turning around to face me as she steps forward. He face is inches from me, her breath hot on my neck. Her chest presses against my own, the soft supple mounds flattening and pooling out against my flat an ill-defined pecs.
"Come now sweetie, not having second thoughts? You'll have three months to do what...ever...you...want to this body and enough money to keep yourself entertained if you ever get bored. Though my husband and I have been married for two decades and he still has yet to get bored with me." she purrs, my cock growing painfully hard as she wraps me around her little finger expertly.
My cheeks grow a deep crimson, her heart fluttering in my chest as she slowly steps away from me. My eyes are locked to her massive chest as it wobbles beneath her dress, the sight of the mammoth mounds causing me to swallow hard.
Smirking up at me, confidant in her victory over any second thoughts I was having, Lillian begins to walk up the short series of steps towards the stage. She waves over one of the few technicians overlooking the process, pointing down at me before squeezing her chest between her arms as she continues her seductive routine with the technician.
The man, somewhere in his early-to-mid thirties, begins to blush much like myself before glancing down at me.
"Are you here to swap with Ms..." the man asks, shouting a little to make his voice heard of the relative din of the crowded room.
"Mrs. Portsmith, and he is dear" she purrs, wriggling a little as she looks down at me.
"Ma'am, I need to hear it from him as well" the man says, his voice breaking a little as he struggles to remain composed and professional. "So...are you wanting to become Ms...Mrs Portsmith from now on" he asks, the gravity of the situation finally bearing down on me.
"I...This is only temporary right?" I ask again, slowly climbing the stairs after her.
"Yes, of course" she snaps, getting sick of repeating herself.
"No, these are permanent swaps sir" the technician says in correction, giving the attractive older woman a bit of a side-eye. "These are one way, we take not liability for agreements made between parties relating to swapping back at a later date or even swapping with other people down the line. You will be Mrs. Portsmith, physically and legally" he explains, reaching out to help pull me up onto the stage.
"Of course, of course" Lillian says dismissively, waving one of her perfectly manicured hands around as if to swat away his explanation. "But...we will of course meet up again at the next Swap Meet, I can't have him stealing my life and I'm sure you don't want to be me forever either."
I nod along at her defense, turning to look at the technician as well before answering with a shrug. "Alright, I trust her" I mumble, trying to find my own confidence in light of the sheer force of will this woman exuded. "I mean...Yes...I want to swap permanently...temporarily" I explain, chuckling lightly as the technician shuffles off to the tall and grim-looking machine.
As the technician returns to his duties Lillian simply stands with her arms crossed under her large chest, her foot tapping impatiently as she watches the workers adjust cabling and type away at the nearby computer console.
"I wonder how long we'll..." she begins to grumble, her voice being cut off by a loud burst of electrical static as the machine activates before returning to its usual dull hum.
The doors slowly open to both of the pods, a pair of technicians racing around to the front as they begin to help the swappers from their temporary metal prison. My jaw drops as I see the distinctive mop of sweaty pink hair and the heavy-set frame of Zelda get pulled from one of the pods, her teeth gritted and her hands shooting to her overhanging stomach.
Further down the stage I watch as the taller redhead is eased up to her feet, a grin spreading from ear to ear as she bounces on the balls over her feet. The new Maggie's hands dart over her body, patting down her chest, ass, and stomach as she confirms her more modest features and slender frame.
"Yes!" Maggie cheers, pumping her fist in excitement. She freezes up as she sees her modest silver wedding band, her gleeful smile twisting and shifting between an expression of worry and a lewd grin at the thought of getting home to her new husband.
Zelda merely groans as she looks over at her former self, her eyes going wide as they dart between her former and older body and her youthful albeit overweight frame.
"You can work with this" groans Zelda, taking a deep breath. "Diet...exercise...how the fuck am I going to exercise like..." she huffs, waddling out onto the stage proper and wincing as she feels her body jiggles and shakes uncontrollably.
"No take-backs" coos Maggie as she paws at her slightly smaller than average chest, her fingers tracing over her limited curves with delight. "She can't do take-backs...right?"
"No ma'am" another technician explains "not unless you agree to..."
"Oh never!" giggles Maggie as she leans over to look Zelda in the eyes. "I think I'm right where I belong" she states, her lips conforming to a cruel smirk as she wriggles her hips playfully.
"Fuck you, you little..." Zelda begins to snap back, pausing for a moment as she sees Lillian and me standing off to the side. "Are you kidding me? You could have swapped with me, but instead you're becoming..." Zelda huffs, pointing a doughy finger at us in an accusatory fashion.
"Hey! You're the one that ask me, remember?" Maggie jabs, practically skipping her way over to the edge of the stage. Rather than take the stairs she takes a little jump off the ledge, dropping down gracefully and with little trouble at all.
"I...yeah...but I..." Zelda mutters, her eyes darting between me and Maggie as the latter races off into the crowd. "Wait! Come back here!" the flabby young woman calls out, racing to the stairs at the opposite side of the stage in an effort to catch up to her former body.
I watch as Zelda huffs and puffs as she races down the steps to the best of her ability, clutching at her flab as she runs after Maggie. Her face twists in pain as she is forced to slow her stride, her plump thighs grinding and rubbing together as she quickly loses sight of her former body in the crowd.
"Next!" calls one of the technicians, waving both myself and Lillian over.
I pause for a moment, my stomach churning and my blood running cold after what I had just witnessed between maggie and Zelda. However, I soon feel a reassuring hand on my shoulder as Lillian begins to push and urge me forward.
"Three months dear" she reiterates, sensing one last barrier between her and access to my body. "Think of it as a fully paid vacation. Live, laugh,...love" she coos, getting lost a little in her own thoughts as she glances down at my crotch and at the faint outline of my cock through my jeans.
"I...yeah...just three..." I mutter under my breath, trying to calm my own nerves. Two technicians quickly move in to flank me, assisting me as I climb into the small metal cylinder on center stage. The whole thing feels cobbled together, having been made to be built and disassembled between Swap Meets and driven all over the state and country and large. Bare wires can be seen between gaps in the metal plates, sections having been left off after failed attempts to get all the parts in place tightly and as intended.
"Don't worry" chimes in a soothing feminine voice one of the technicians, the young woman having noticed me staring at a bundle of visible wires. "That's perfectly fine so long as you don't go pulling on them" the female technician explains with a giggle, trying her best to lighten the mood.
"I...sure..." I drone, my voice practically cracking under the nerves and pressure of what was about to happen.
The technicians help ease me into the small seat in the center of the pod, a worn and aging leather chair that looks oddly repurposed to be a part of the machine. I try my hardest to get comfortable, tugging at and wriggling in my jeans as I try to free the still present pressure of my cock in my pants.
I'm snapped from my discomfort as a loud metal clang rings out from the pod to my left, one of the two technicians standing by the entrance to my pod nodding at some unseen person before closing my door on me as well. I have never been claustrophobic, however, as the hum around me builds in the tiny confined room I can't help but stew in a cold sweat.
The hum inside the pod quickly begins to build in pitch, the sound causing my ears to ring and my fillings to vibrate in my teeth. I try to reach up to cover my ears, however, I feel my arms instead flop to my side at the attempt with my whole body soon following. I can feel the sound inside my skull, my breath growing slower and more steady along with my heart rate as my vision begins to tunnel.
Suddenly, I feel one last tug at the corners of my waking mind, the world going dark as a loud crack of static echos through the machine.
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