I squint, the motion forcing my eyelids to lock into a partially closed state. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of the page, the image of a computer generated woman in her late teens to early twenties barely making its way through the bubbling viscous goo.
The wall of roiling bubbles quickly becomes to intense to read through. Before long I'm merely left to ruminate on the image I had seen on the page, the sight of a slender pale redhead with sharp and striking features along with perfect modest curves.
The image is made up of various pieces of different women, each piece captured from a simple photo and pasted out into a composite young redhead made out of this odd collage. From outside the tank the images must clash starkly, the various skin tones and cropped traits doing little to give a cohesive image. However, through the viscous goo surrounding me the image seems to blend a lot more than it should.
Her hair is long and almost too wavy, the coppery strands almost forming into loose curls as they reach down to her lower back. A set of silver gray eyes stare at me blankly, the green of the tank almost overpowering the light irises. Her cheekbones protrude out sharply, raising up high to give her features a delicate sharpness. Her jawline follows suit, sitting just relatively wide before tapering down into a narrow and delicate chin. Her lips are plush and soft, her upper lip forming into a delightful pink bow. Resting in the center of her face is a slightly upturned nose, the bridge of which seems a little too thick for her face, the tilted tip just adding yet another element of character to her already imperfection riddled face.
Her gracefully swan-like neck is adorned with ghostly pale skin, gliding down into a set of weak and narrow shoulders. Her arms follow suit, appearing rake thin with little underlying muscle while filling out with just the slightest hint of body fat. Her waist cinches in sharply, revealing the bottom of her rib cage above her flat and taut stomach, before flaring out into a cute and womanly set of hips. Her long legs seem to stretch for days, the length limbs seeming to have gotten more attention to fuller yet well-hidden musculature.
Her ass is firm and pert, not quite being the thick cushioned behind most expected to see leaving the Swap Clinic. Regardless, the cheeks rest behind her sit perfectly formed as the muscles backing the pinchable cheeks and the taut skin hold them tightly. Her chest is relatively modest, if just a little larger than one might expect for her delicate slender frame. Dotted with a few dark moles the plump heavy looking tear drops leave her bony sternum bare, the perfectly formed and juicy mounds ending in a set of tiny and slightly upturned ghost nipples.
Ethereal and fae-like, the image burns into my mind as I feel the tank rapidly begin to dissolve my body more and more. As the buzzing in my skull reaches a painful crescendo, my remaining body thrashing about from the constant shocks, I find myself passing out from the strain.
"...She...kay with..." I hear a familiar voice mutter in a worried fashion, my heart hammering in my chest as I hear the oddly alluring voice reach my ears.
Rushing streams of hot air pelt my body from all sides, my weakened and battered frame struggling to resist the intense arid bursts of heat. My mind races to take stock of myself, to refocus on the room around as it feels as though my brain needed to reboot.
I let out a gasp, a mixture of pleasure, pain, and shock as I feel my hair get tugged back firmly. The sound of strands snapping and the teeth of a plastic brush straining and clicking reverberate inside my skull. The gasp is breathy, sultry and rich, with a lightness to it that leaves my stomach churning and my heart sinking.
"Sorry...just...elp..." whimpers the voice behind me, my heart breaking a little and the sorry state of her worried tone.
"Don't worr..." coos another voice, the throbbing in my head and the sudden bursts of air in my ears making it all but impossible to take in their words in full. "...Love the... worshi...en...It was a simple... ange...make..."
A set of hands soon start to pat down my legs, my overly sensitive skin causing me to twitch and kick weakly at the groping grasp.
"She seems...and dry..." the second voice chirps, the set of loud clicks reaching me before the jets of hot air are suddenly shut off.
As the rushing air dies down, the fans slowing more and more by the second, I find my senses rapidly returning to me. My breathing, a series of delicate and pathetic gasping breathes, soon reach my ears. My whole body aches, my skin, muscles and bones feeling beaten and battered into entirely new shapes.
My jaw hangs open, my lips and mouth dry beyond belief. Every few seconds I feel my head get pulled back by my hair, the sensation of the long strands being tugged at creating dissonance in my head as I try to reconcile it with the memory on my extremely short trim.
"Sorry, just..." grunts the soft and lovable voice behind me, the sickening churning inside my stomach quickly converting to butterflies as I find myself easing up with each word. "Just let me... help..." it continues, taking one last pull at my hair as I feel the brush slide free from the matted mess.
My eyes slowly flutter open, a thin dried film poorly gluing them shut before easily giving way. The harsh light of the room causes be to whimper and squeal softly, writhing weakly as I raise a hand to shield my eyes. A heavy weight on my chest shudders and shakes with my movements, the pendulums tugging at my tight and pained skin disconcertingly.
A looming figure stands over me, the tall shape leaning down as though to inspect me with a critical eye.
"She turned out marvelously, simply marvelously" chirps the older and fuller voice, a mixture of jealousy and surprise slipping into her words. "To think, you did this with individual features piece by piece, and for that price. Have you ever considered becoming a consultant for..."
"No" states the warm and entrancing voice behind me, the words firm as she cuts off the looming figure. "I mean, I'm not... I'm going to be an artist and..."
"We're a kind of artist here" the looming figure chuckles, their shadowy form slowly sharpening as my eyes adjust. "You'd just be using people as your medium and the tanks as your..."
"Painter..." the girl behind me weakly chirps, her hand moving to scratch my scalp and play with my hair. A low humbling moan escapes my lips, my eyes rolling back slightly as I relish the affectionate touch. "I'm going to be painter, now that I have my muse."
I watch as the darkened figure strides away with a little scoff, pacing off to the far side of the room as she suddenly snaps into focus. The sight of the dark-haired woman from beyond the tank sends the heart rate soaring through the roof, the panic from inside the tank rapidly reasserting itself as my breathing shifting to frenzied shallow gasps.
Suddenly, I feel two arms wrap around my from behind, the warm embrace ending the mounting fear in its tracks. A face nuzzles against my neck, the soft cheek smearing the dried ooze from the tank across my supple skin. I quickly begin to melt back into the person behind me, my back pressing into a soft modest chest as I feel the arms reposition to grasp me around my waist and between my meaty chest.
"We need the room for the next appointment" the dark-haired woman mutters coldly, obviously not liking being so quickly rebuffed by the one embracing me. "You'll need to get her dressed before..."
"Of course" coos the sweet familiar voice, my addled and struggling mind still finding it hard to place the source. "Can I have the..." she continues, pausing as the dark-haired woman lightly throws a large re-used paper bag beside me.
"Five minutes Ms. Richards" the dark-haired woman grumbles, glaring at me for a moment before pacing towards the door.
As the door slams behind the formally dressed towering woman I flinch, the embracing growing tighter as I return to my dream-like state. I almost fall asleep, my aching body craving the rest, before I'm snapped awake by movement behind me. I barely manage to brace my arms beneath me before I topple back, my full breasts slopping to the sides of my chest as I recline on my shaking arms.
My jaw drops as I watch the figure from behind me crawl around to look me in the eyes, the glistening and enchanting hazel pools capturing my attention as my heart skips a beat. It takes me a moment to remember who I was even looking at, the crossed wires in my brain merely seeing her as a goddess rather than my neighbors daughter.
"Perfect..." she coos softly, her cheeks turning a bright red as her gaze roams my quivering slender form. "Just like from my dreams... but you're... you're really..." she practically wheezes, struggling to find the words to express the pure awe that was overtaking her.
With a sudden surge of energy overtaking me I heave myself up, lunging forward as I throw my naked form against her. Kelly squeals in shock, the sharp noise shifting into a muffled chuckle and moaning as I press my lips against hers. I practically drape myself over her, struggling to hold myself up as I taste her for the first time while trying to sear the memory into my mind forever.
Soon the kiss breaks, though not for lack of trying, my weakened frame collapsing to the floor as I fail to keep myself at eye level with the gorgeous brunette before me. I feel the cold tiles send tingles through my pillowy chest, the feeling of the icy material against my tiny yet extremely sensitive nipples causing me to wriggling weakly and mewl in discomfort.
Kelly giggles a little as she watches my display, patting my coppery hair a little as the sound of a crumpling bag fills my ears.
"A little impish" she coos, searching for something in the bag. "And impulsive, I can't believe they managed to make you... well..." she states nervously, the joy in her voice leaking out as she trails off.
I listen as she moves around me, shuffling down towards me legs as she spreads them a little. She pauses for a moment, leaning back up towards my ear as she softly whispers to me. "Mr. Hughes?" she asks, calling for someone unfamiliar to me. A pregnant pause fills the air as I try to lift myself from the floor, not responding to the name automatically as I once had.
"Evelyn?" whimpers the young brunette, her electrifying voice sending joys shocks to bounce around inside my skull.
"What?..." I groan, my soothing and sultry voice escaping my lips in a huff as I struggle with the floor.
I listen for a moment as Kelly squeals, a mixture of terror and abundant joy slipping out with her overly excited utterance. As I feel her move to tug something up my legs, a soft and lacy material gliding across my smooth slender legs, it suddenly hits me.
"Wait... I'm... Mr. Hughes... Right?" I croak, craning my head up as a curtain of red hair falls in front of my face. While the name elicited no feeling anymore, the words lacking any emotional meaning or connotations, the memory of using it was still there. Decades of using the name, of hearing it daily, still lingered in my mind. While most of the memory was still full and vibrant, the feelings and experiences still feeling complete, the moment I remember the name it shifts to simply being information as though I had merely learned the name or read it in a book.
"Not any... well kind of..." Kelly wheezes, pulling the fabric up over my pert full rear before smoothing it out as a shuddering breath escapes her lips. "I mean... you are... but you're Evie... and..." she muses, the young artist struggling to find the right words to explain the metaphysical state she had created for her new partner.
As she pulls another piece of clothing from the bag, sliding it up my legs in a loose fashion before cinching a belt loosely around my waist, I fail to even take note on the poor explanation. My mind lingers on the name Evie, the name sounding right as butterflies flutter in my stomach while the complete lack of memories regarding that name leaving me almost panicking.
Thankfully, I don't have much time to linger on the worrying dissonance as I'm soon pulled up from the floor. With Kelly's help I soon find myself sitting on my knees, my body swaying as my overall drained and weakened state makes itself known.
Suddenly I'm shrouded in darkness as something is pulled over my head. "Don't worry, arms up" Kelly coos gently, coaxing me into lift my shaking arms up as she guides them into sleeves. The top is extremely tight, painting my body like a warm second skin as I find the urge to sleep build more and more. As Kelly tries to pull the top down to my waist we find ourselves at an impasse, the extremely narrow neck fighting my head as Kelly attempts to pull it through. Noticing her struggles I reach up, tugging at the soft cashmere and gagging on my hair as I worm my way through the narrow clinging turtleneck.
With a loud gasp I erupt from the neck of the top, the fabric quickly wrapping tightly around my neck as it does for the rest of my torso. Kelly quickly rushes to pull the bottom of the sweater beneath the belt, cinching the leather strap tightly around my narrow waist to seal the outfit together.
As I look over to Kelly I find her staring at my chest, her hazel eyes going wide at the sight of the plush teardrops on my chest straining against the tight sweater. Following her gaze I let out a gasp, my eyes fixating on the flesh bound to my chest. They were far larger from this angle than they had appeared in the picture, the perfectly formed sweater puppies begging for attention as the slight bumps of my firm nipples poke through the top.
Kelly squirms in discomfort, her tight jean shorts appearing to shift and the denim strain as something moves within.
I open my mouth to speak, my eyes locked to her crotch, only to have a tongue crammed down my throat. I tumble back as Kelly lunges at me, pinning me to the floor in a clumsy mass as we moan and gasp in pleasure and shock. Her taste is delectable, her touch intoxicating, the traded traits implanted in my mind desiring Kelly more than I had ever thought possible.
Losing track of time, lost in the moment of bliss, I suddenly feel Kelly come up for air as long brown hair cascades down around me. It smells like heaven, the blend of vanilla and coconut seemingly having been made one of my favorite scents.
"Fuck... I mean..." Kelly huffs, her eyes going wide and a hand flying to her mouth as she swears.
Panting heavily, squirming beneath her I let out a soft dream-like giggle. I play with my bottom lip, biting it a little as I look up at Kelly lovingly. "Hi..." I manage to coo softly, coughing a little as I feel my dry mouth and throat sting.
Kelly's lips shift to a broad grin almost immediately, her delight overcoming the horror from cussing.
"Hey..." she calls back, her voice quivering and shaking anxiously as she looks down at the partner she had created for herself. "We... We have to go..." she states, wincing a little at having to end the moment. She reaches over into the bag, whipping out a pair of matte black flats. Heaving herself up from our compromising position she quickly spins around, sliding my feet into the shoes as I playfully wiggle my toes and squirm in mock defiance.
"No..." I coo, weakly reaching up to her in the hopes of pulling her back to the floor. "Just a few more..." I begin to beg, only to be cut off by a loud knocking at the door.
I barely have time to let the intrusion sink in before I find myself being heaved to my feet, Kelly clutching my hand and using her body-weight to drag me up. My legs brace under my weight, my knees threatening to buckle at any moment.
Letting go of my hand, Kelly quickly pulls my hair out through the top of my sweater before letting the freshly brushed locks fall lazily around my shoulders and down to just above my rear. As I sway heavily Kelly quickly slips my arm over her shoulder, the change in my height finally sinking in.
My lips quiver as I look at Kelly, the young woman who had previously been around half a foot shorter than me now stands about an inch or so taller than my aching form. My eyes go wide, the sensation of begin this short certainly clashing with my memories from even just this morning without any additional traits being added to ease the shock.
Taking a step towards the door along with Kelly I feel my hips rock and sway in an exaggerated fashion, the joints popping loudly as a whimper escapes my lips. My long and slender legs feel wonderful despite the pains creeping through my body, with each one gliding gracefully beneath a curtain of fabric that flows beneath my waist.
Responding to my whimpers, Kelly places her hand on my waist, holding me close to her as we walk towards the door. Placing my head on her shoulder I hear a shuddering and pleasured breath gasp out from the young woman beside me as she reaches for the door handle and pulls it open.
The clouds outside thankfully keep the ambient light down, allowing me to simply squint to keep the light from the hallway from burning my eyes. I feel my support shift as Kelly snatches up her umbrella, the young woman quickly returning to propping me up as we carefully leave the room.
Standing out in the short hallway stands the glowering dark-haired attendant, her smile having returned as she stands beside an ache-scarred woman in her early thirties. The woman looks us both up and down, her gaze locking to me as she quickly takes note of my drained state. Her gaze is almost hungry, a ravenous jealousy building in her eyes as I shift to hold Kelly in search of protection.
"Just up by the counter you little lovebirds" the attendant coos, her voice sickly sweet as she tries to maintain her positive attitude despite how things ended between her and Kelly.
"Thanks" Kelly chirps joyously, seeming unaware of the older woman's tone as she pulls me down towards the front desk and the exit.
With each step I feel my swaying hips become more and more fluid, the gentle gliding of my stride suddenly seeming to click. I still struggle to stay upright, exhaustion and hunger rapidly beginning to take their hold over me after who knows how long inside the tank.
"How're you feeling?" Kelly whispers softly into my ear, the soothing sound of her voice almost sendign me off to sleep. "Can you stand up for a second?"
Blinking a little I find us at the front counter, the chatter of the waiting room behind us hitting me like a wall of terrible noise. The one remaining attendant behind the counter, a short and doughy man in his early twenties, races around between the various phone lines and the printer in a desperate attempt to keep up with the demands of the office.
I give Kelly a little nod, pushing myself up and off of her shoulder before swaying just ever so slightly. My knees shake for a moment before locking up, the act of merely standing upright under my own will taking active effort. For a moment I worry I won't be able to keep it up, however, as Kelly snakes her fingers around my own before clutching my right hand lovingly I feel a surge of energy that keeps me standing.
"Excuse me?..." Kelly coos, waving her free hand to try and get the young man's attention.
Despite her efforts the attendant merely races between the computer and the printer over and over, grabbing sheets of paper before sliding them into folders and printing more off. Kelly whimpers for a moment, looking between me, the exit and the attendant as she calls out again to no avail.
Pursing my lips I let out a loud whistle, years of hailing cabs for work functions and conventions bubbling up to the surface as I watch Kelly struggle to get the man's attention. The sharp note causes the man to lurch up, whipping his head around to look for the source before his gaze fall to me. Swallow hard he waddles over, paying no heed to Kelly as he approaches our end of the counter.
"Hello miss..." he begins to wheeze, still out of breath from his constant running. "How can I... help you?..."
I give Kelly a little nudge, squeezing her hand affectionately as I nod weakly towards her.
"We... I..." Kelly croaks, looking nervously between me and the pudgy young man as her brain resets after loud whistle. "I'm Kelly Richards, I just need our sign-out forms" she finally manages to say, the young man turning to her only part way through the sentence.
"Oh... uh... oh right, sorry ma'am" the attendant croaks, wiping some sweat from his brow as he walks back towards the pile of folders he had been work through. He slowly thumbs through the folders, adjusting a set of small glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he tries his best to read the sweat-smudged labels.
"Thanks..." Kelly whispers, grinning nervously from ear to ear as she practically squirms with excitement where she stands. She grips my hand ever tighter, her palms growing sweaty from the anxiety bubbling up inside her.
"We just need to sign... thing... I think, to make things all legal and stuff for the new... you" she states, simply eliciting a nod and a warm smile from me as my stomach grumbles distractingly. "Once we're done we can..."
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