The Swap Meet - Part Three

Clicking my tongue a little I try to find the right words to express my feelings on this whole thing. It was all happening so quickly, how could I justify agreeing to swap with the first people I met here even if it was only temporary?

"Sorry, but I think I'm going to hold off on making any final..." I begin to explain, pausing as I watch Sally's shoulders slump in disappointment.

"It's okay..." she mumbles, her voice giving away her dejected state. "Maybe we could swap Zel..." she begins to state, her suggestion begin cut off by an enthusiastic Maggie.

"Damn, well what about you...what was it again? Zelda?" she asks, snapping her focus from me to the large young woman behind me. "I may be a bit older than you, but you'd be free of...that" she states, fighting back a grimace as she envisions herself carrying around Zelda's overwhelming weight.

Zelda, not noticing the married woman's contempt for her body, immediately begins to nod in agreement. "Yes! Oh my god, you're so...Let's...Let's go!" she squeals excitedly, spinning in place to face the stage to the left of the room and giving us all a better view of her behind.

Maggie cringes as her eyes lock to the pink-haired woman's rear. Despite her baggy jeans, the massive shape of her flabby ass presses out against the rough denim as Maggie is forced to grit her teeth and bite her tongue.

"Yeah let's...get this over with" Maggie sighs, walking past myself and Sally and pacing herself ahead of Zelda in an effort to keep the sight of her future body from her mind. Zelda on the other hand beams with excitement, staring at her future body with glee as Maggie walks ahead of her towards the machine.

For a moment Sally and I stand together in silence as I watch the two women leave towards their new lives. Sally, for her part, merely looks down at her obscured feet, shuffling in place as she tries to work out where to go from here in her disappointment after two rejections in short order.

"Maybe...maybe if we both don't find any..." she mutters, failing to make eye contact despite her best efforts.

I give her a half-hearted smile, not wanting to hurt the young woman. "I mean, sure...if we run into each other again then maybe we can see" I explain, trying to give a warm smile in the hopes of brightening her mood.

"I...yeah!" she chirps, quickly recovering at the thought of having some sort of backup option. "If we're both looking once we...well maybe..." she stammer, nibbling at her lower lip before turning to the crowd. Her eyes dart back and forth over the roiling masses of people, eagerly searching for her next mark.

Suddenly she takes a step forwards, quickly pacing towards a woman trying to enter into one of the masses around the food table. The woman appears to be in her late twenties to early thirties, her wavy brunette hair hanging around her shoulders and shimmering under the harsh lights above. Her pale green eyes are enlarged by a pair of small black-framed glasses, a silver chain holding them and running around her slender pale neck.

Her body is like a roller coaster, with wild curves encased in a tight white button-up shirt and a black pencil skirt. Her chest strains at the top, my eyes glued to the top buttons which fight valiantly not to pop free under the duress of her sizable rack. Her skirt doesn't fare much better, with the tight material threatening to split a seem with each sway of her wide hips and bounce of her thick rear. Dark sheer stockings coat her soft supple legs which end in a pair of shiny black short heels.

"I'll...um...we'll talk..." Sally mumbles, failing to even finish her sentence as she races off to introduce herself to the older bookish smoke show. I can't help but smile at the sight, both enjoying the show the woman was inadvertently putting on and at how quickly Sally had gotten over her apparent funk.

Glancing around the room I try to find someone new to talk to myself. Glancing down the line of chairs my gaze fall onto a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, my eyes going wide as I take in her form and realize just why she had come in today. Her wiry black hair threatens to puff out in a tangled mess, a tight fabric-wrapped headband being all that stands between leaving her looking like a disheveled mess. Her tanned face hangs in an exhausted expression, dark bags resting beneath her deep blue eyes and her thick kissable kips twisting into an almost pained expression.

She stands a little taller than most women around her, easily reaching 5'9" without the need for heels. Her physique in much like Maggie's, at least it would have been if not for the rather prominent bulge in her abdomen. The woman cups the massive tight protrusion with both her hands as she moves, wincing on occasion in discomfort as something shifts inside her. She is dressed in a light airy floral paint-smeared dress, the hem-line riding a little north of the knee as her bulging midsection alters the fit of what had must have been some clothing from before her pregnancy.

Thankfully, as she approaches the chairs a man immediately leaps to his feet and gestures to the now vacant chair. The woman, through her pained expressions, smiles weakly at the man as she takes her seat and disappears from my line of sight.

Looking to the other side of the room my eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of two women talking to each other, a short plump blonde in her early thirties eagerly trying to explain or sell something to a towering and athletic redhead who had to be just shy of twenty. The redhead holds one of her tanned hands to her small narrow chin, eyeing up the pudgy woman critically. While they had relatively similar, small than average, busts the redhead seems to wince and cringe at the sight of the blonde downright massive behind held tightly inside a pair of stretchy black pants.

The blonde, to her credit, manages to avoid eyeing up the redhead in crisp white tennis shorts and a purple tank top for the most part, though it is entirely possible she had done so before approaching the young woman. Instead, she looks the towering young woman in the eyes, talking frantically and gesticulating with her hands as she tries her hardest to get her point across.

Eventually, the redhead says something that makes the blonde perk up. The blonde quickly begins to fish around in her handbag for something before producing some sort of foreign passport, the exact nationality being lost over the long-distance and speed of her movements.

I watch as the redhead's eyes go wide, a grin spreading across her lips as she eyes up the important document. However, before they finish their interaction I feel someone tap me on my shoulder as a masculine voice clears its throat behind me.

"Hey, here to enjoy the sights?" the man behind me asks, his voice deep yet smooth like well-aged scotch.

Pivoting in place I find myself looking down a little, the man in his mid-twenties only being a little over six foot compared to my 6'3". He has a faint tan and a broad grin, a subtle five o'clock shadow spreading across his cheeks. His dark brown hair hangs around his ears in a slight mess, whatever style he had it cut in having been lost over time and lack of upkeep.

He holds out a can of off-brand cola, another open in his other hand. "I saw the young woman from before take your 'food', figured you could use a drink after that" the man chuckles again, rolling his eyes as he describes what the Swap Meet was serving as food.

"Uh...Thanks" I stammer nervously, taking the drink and quickly popping the top before swinging the warm cola.

"No problem" he responds, leaning up against the wall. "So...you didn't answer my question" she restates, raising his eyebrows.

"Question?" I respond, cocking one of my own as I look the man over a little more.

His physique is relatively athletic, slightly toned but not muscular by any means. He is wearing a plain white t-shirt that shows off his broad shoulder and firm chest, the cotton conforming to his torso and revealing much of what he was working with. Despite his form-fitting shirt his jeans are a little more comfortable, the baggy blue denim obscuring much of his lower body.

"Are you looking at women to enjoy the show?...Or are you...entertaining the idea of...you know..." he asks, smirking confidently at me as he gauges my own reaction.

"I...uh...wow...I mean" I stammer, my cheeks turning red beneath my own scruffy facial hair. "I mean...I haven't ruled it out" I explain, taking a quick sip from my drink nervously. I watch as the man appears to grin more excitedly at my flustered response, a mischievous spark forming in his hazel eyes.

"I bet you'd make a good one, a cute one" he says, tipping his drink towards me. "And how's your...libido? Healthy? More than healthy?" he asks, nearly making me spit my drink out.

Coughing a little I try to regain my composure, spluttering with my lips still resting on the rim of the can. "I...uh...yeah I suppose" I mumble in response, not wanting to divulge too much to this complete stranger.

"Do you mean, what? Once a week?...Once every few days?..." he asks, leaning in as he tries to read my expression to get his answer. Finally his grin turns into a lewd smirk as he finds his answer. "Once day? Oh really, more than once a day?" he asks, my cheeks growing redder and redder as I try not to let my own sexual habits become known to the stranger.

"Why...why are you asking?" I blurt out defensively, looking the man up and down. "Are you looking for someone to..." I begin to ask only to be cut off by the man.

"No no, not for me" he explains with a laughs before looking over his shoulder. He waves over at a curvaceous woman sitting in a chair further towards the stage, eventually catching her eye after a few moments of wild waving.

With a huff she pulls herself to her feet before straightening out her long flowing gray maxi skirt and adjusting the brown leather belt that ties it together with a loose plaid dark-blue top. The top is buttoned up all the way, covering her cleavage but doing little to hide the large mounds beneath. The belt works well to cinch in and show off her narrow waist before her wide-childbearing hips flair out and send the light skirt shifting dramatically with each of her hurried steps.

As she approaches up she adjusts a pair of tortoise-shell glasses on the bridge of her small narrow nose, the large frames making her gray eyes look down-right massive behind the panes of glass. She chews at her plump pink lips, huffing out sharp breathes of air every so often to blow strands of black hair from her face as she struggles with his relatively long pixie cut.

"Honey, sweetness, what do you think of him?" the man asks the woman as she approaches us, eagerly looking between the two of us expectantly.

"You don't have to put on a show Henry" the woman groans in a dry fashion, her grumbling voice hiding much of the sweet wholesome tone within. "Do you live alone?" she asks in a matter-of-fact way, her eyes darting over my face and physique while barely even touching on my more private areas.

"I...yeah...I'm sorry what's going..." I answer before trying to ask a question, only to be cut off by the woman.

"And do you have a partner? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" she asks, a slight smile forming on her dour face for the first time since I had seen her.

"I...no...seriously what are you two..." I try again to ask, only this time to be cut off by the man.

"Would you like to be my wife?" he asks, dropping all pretense. "We've...found our personalities..." he begins to explain as he is cut off by his wife.

"He doesn't respect the fact I don't want sex all the damn time" she huffs, glaring at him and giving him a side-eye that could kill.

"All the time? I'm just trying to be...amorous" he coos, reaching behind her and grabbing something as she jumps in place. In a flash she smacks his hand away, a deep blush forming on her pale cheeks as her glare intensifies.

"Henry! Seriously, not in public" she snaps, causing him to raise both his hands defensively.

"See? She's frigid...but you...I'm sure you would be more...amiable to affection" he coos, giving me a wink as he turns to his wife and becomes lost in thought.

She merely sighs in response, holding out her hand in a business-like fashion. "I'm Angela, Angela Williams. I'm sorry about his...forwardness, I swear if I had known he would act like...like a horny jackass I wouldn't have married him" she mutters, glaring at her husband as he opens his mouth to respond and causing him to silence himself immediately.

"He wants...he expects some horny little housewife and that's just...not me..." she mutters meekly, calming down and showing her true colors for the first time this conversation. "I just want to...well...enjoy my time with myself..." she explains, her eyes going wide as she looks up at me from her 5'6" frame. "Not like that 'me time' just...you know...not...sex" she clarifies with a whisper, not wanting to say the last word too loudly.

"Prude" her husband mutters under his breath, his eyes roaming over her body as he enjoys her delicious form.

"But...how would..." I begin to ask only for Henry and Angela to both chime in.

"We've looked into it" Henry blurts out "and it should work."

"We each get...guide rails...what we need to be each other but libido isn't necessarily on that list" Angela follows up eagerly.

"I mean, it might a little bit, but it's more of a guide and if you're horny..." Henry takes over, only to be cut off by his wife.

"Henry!" snaps Angela, "he means that if your baseline is...one way then it should win out or at least balance out"

"So...would you like..." Angela begins to ask, her words falling from her lips as she turns to look at a figure approaching our little group.

"Sorry sweetheart, but we're in the middle of..." Henry begins to state, talking down to the young woman next to me before being cut off himself by the new arrival.

"And, it's a free country" the squeaky vapid voice beside me snaps, causing me to look down at her.

She is a little taller than Angela, standing at around 5'8" with her pale arms folded defensively over her modest chest. The young woman must be barely twenty, if even that, with her bright youthful expression evidencing her age. Her lips are plump, forming a slight pleasant bow and leaving them in a slight pout by default. Her long light brown hair, which would otherwise likely trail around her soft heart-shaped behind, is bound up in a loose messy bun that appears to have not been washed in days. Her murkier green eyes dart between myself, Henry, and his wife as she tries to zero in on something we had yet to really understand.

She is dressed rather casually in an ill-fitting black tank-top and light gray tracksuit pants, looking more like pajamas than the clothing you would wear out and about.

Finally the mystery girl pipes up, looking between all of us when she speaks as to address the group at large. "Names Lily, are any of you free to go on vacation anytime soon?" she asks rather pointedly, her face rapidly souring as we all stare at her in confusion.

"Do you mean as...you?" Angela asks, finally breaking the short silence.

"Nooooo" Lily drones, rolling her eyes in frustration at the stupid question. "I mean, like, can you go on holiday so I can go as you?"

Again, we all pause, exchanging concerned adult looks. We all had responsibilities and even if we didn't vacations cost quite a bit of money when factoring in all the other expenses we had to deal with.

"We..." Angela begins to mutter, obviously nervous and put on the back foot by the girl's snarky response. Suddenly, Henry jumps to Angela's defense, wrapping his arm around her waist in a protective manner.

"We don't really have the time or money to do that sort of thing, mortgage on a single income and all that" he explains, effortlessly deflecting the young woman's suggestion.

"Fuck" grumbles Lily under her breath, quickly turning to face me. "What about you?" she asks, not missing a beat.

"Um...maybe we could still" Angela mutters, trying to get a word in before Lily suddenly snaps at her.

"We're done here bitch, I've moved on" she shouts, practically growling before looking up at me expectantly.

"I...well I have a passport and some time-off but..." I stammer before the girl suddenly takes my hand.

"Good enough, come on" she huffs, tugging at me to follow her. Before I can really react both Henry and Angela interject, separating us and forming a wall between myself and the young woman.

"Hey! We were kind of in the middle of something before..." Henry begins to grumble, shooting me an apologetic look before being cut off by Lily.

"And? Look I need to find someone who can go on vacation, he can. My dumb ass parents won't let me use my college fund for my trip so..."

"A trip? is that all you want?" inquires a husky yet sensual voice. Our entire group quickly turns to find the source of the interruption, with Angela and myself both gladdened by the distraction from things escalating further.

Both Henry and my jaws drop as we see the figure approaching us, a positively stacked woman in her early forties of Italian descent. Her extremely dark brown hair is styled into an expensive-looking version of a pixie cut, with the layers working masterfully with the natural waves and curls in her hair. Her tanned complexion shows the signs of her age, with wrinkles forming around her eyes and laugh lines making their appearance as she grins at all of us. Her teeth are subtly stained, revealing a mixture of coffee and wine drinking in her past.

Her body is covered by a large flowing robin's egg blue dress, the light almost translucent material leaving little to the imagination. Her bust is truly massive, being the largest I had ever seen in person and being even larger than those Zelda had so poorly hidden in her stretched t-shirt. They sag ever so slightly with age, forming a hanging teardrop shape beneath her dress. The lack of bra is extremely apparent with both my and Henry's gaze becoming momentarily glued to her large dark areolas and thick nipples.

A quick smack from Angela snaps Henry from his ogling, however, I'm left to drink in the remainder of the mystery woman's body. The shelf formed by her bust almost completely obscures the woman's stomach, though for a few fleeting moments I am able to make out a subtle doughy midsection hidden beneath her dress. Her hips are on par with her chest, giving her an overdeveloped hourglass figure thanks to these huge childbearing hips. As she stops amongst us she pivots slightly, as if for the sole purpose of showing off her body, revealing her equally massive and wobbling ass which shakes for a few moments even after she ceases to move.

"I...uh..." Lily stammers, obviously losing her train of thought as she stares up at the mature woman before us. "Yeah, my friends are all going to Europe and I need to go too" she finally blurts out, scowling at the thought of missing out.

"You know...you won't be you once you..." Henry begins to interject, explaining the flaw in Lily's plan.

"I knooooooow that" she drones, rolling her eyes again. "Idiot" she grumbles under her breath before scoffing at the suggestion she hadn't planned this out perfectly. "We're all going to meet us after this in our new bodies, duh, then we'll just...go from there"

"I..." Henry begins to stammer, a dismissive look from his wife causing him to silence himself and not try to argue with the young woman.

"Well..." the older woman pipes up, smirking between us all. "I'm looking for a...vacation myself, a younger model" she explains, wriggling a little in place. "Less...meat on the bones so to speak. I'm sure my husband could fund your vacation in full" she explains, looking at the young woman hungrily.

"And...who are you?" Lily asks, giving the older woman a cautious look.

"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Lillian Portsmith, a pleasure to meet you all" she states, her greeting dripping like honey thanks to her entrancing voice.

"Portsmith? Like the wines?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. Suddenly the older woman's attention snaps over to me, nibbling at her painted lips as she appraises my tall masculine form.

"Why yes, my husband Jacob is the owner. Are you...a fan?" she asks, trying her best to feel out where my thought and feelings lay.

"I mean...they have some good Cabernets and Merlots" I muse, thinking back to the few times I had the chance to try such expensive wines. "They're kind of out of my price range"

"Well then...I suppose that could be the...arrangement" she purrs like a cat having caught a mouse. "As me, you'd have access to the cellar, my husband does anything to make me happy" she coos, eyeing me up hungrily. "And I suppose I could slum it for a few months, enjoy youth the way it's meant to be spent"

"Wait!" shouts both Henry and Lily, glaring at each other as they both race to interject.

"You're rich?! Like really!? Let's swap!" snaps Lily, eager to snap up a body that could afford the vacation she had planned.

"Yeah, swap with her" Henry pipes up as well, looking between the two women. "We were kind of talking about a swap first" he continues, gesturing between his wife and me.

"Oh honey, I'm keeping my options open" coos Lillian, her eyes falling onto Angela. "And what about you sweetheart? Would you be willing to..." she begins to ask before Angela raises her hand and shakes her head.

"I'm not...not looking for another relationship" she grumbles, trying to put her preference in as diplomatic terms as possible.

"Well, c'est la vie" Lillian mutters with a shrug, sending her chest heaving dramatically. She grimaces for a moment as she looks down at them before glancing at my flat chest. "It would be nice to be free of this weight for a while, maybe even...enjoy them from the other side" she coos excitedly, the gears in her head rapidly spinning as her imagination runs wild.

"What? No, if we're not swapping then I get him!" shouts Lily, stomping her foot as if it would help her get her way.

"Everyone, calm down" Henry calls out, trying to wrestle control back of the conversation. He looks over at me, a faint smirk forming on his lips as if to note how popular I had become after our previous conversation about swapping with women.

"Um...how long were..." I stammer meekly, a little overwhelmed by the fight that had nearly broken out moments ago.

"Just a few months, ya know" snaps Lily, eager to get her word in first.

"Oh same here darlings" Lillian coos, glancing between myself and Lily. "We could always swap back once you get back from your luxury European vacation Ms...Lily was it?"

"Forever" grumbles Angela, smacking one of Henry's busy hands away again before fiddling with her clothes to hide her curves even more. "I don't see myself getting married to...someone so amorous ever again" she explains, smiling as best she can as she reminds me of Henry's nature.

I pause for a moment as I try to think of what to do, my eyes darting between the four people around me. I watch as Lily and Lillian stand in a similar position, each trying to decide who in the group, if anyone, they would be willing to swap with.