The Swap Meet - Part Fifteen

"Okay..." I coos, nibbling at my lip as I watch the cute sweaty brunette in the mirror writhe in her seat not from arousal but from the cloying heat around her. "Home first" I mutter, throwing the gear into reverse as I begin to pull out.

"Where ever that is now..."

Slowly pulling out of the parking space I can't help but feel some pang of disappointment, the subtle rumbling of Sandra's even relatively modern sedan paling in comparison to the monster I had driven over here while I was Lillian. As I carefully get a feel for the vehicle I pick at my remaining buttons with my right hand, blinking behind my glasses a bit as I find myself favoring my left for steering.

"Don't tell me..." I hiss, soon fumbling to release the last button of my egg-shell white blouse as it fall open either side of me. My confusion at the difference in dominant hand fades away as the air conditioner pelts my tight belly and slender waist with cold air, the currents painting a mental image as they circulate in the pockets created by my tucked in top.

As I pass out the driveways and onto the street I spy an overly nervous Sandra, the now tiny Chinese girl pacing back and forth and muttering to herself as she tries to calm down. Despite her anxiety her body flounces around almost joyfully as she paces, the swapped manner in which she carries herself seeming to prevent her from simply curling up into a ball of a nervous wreck.

Preferred Partners - Part Four

Slowly but sure I find myself staring across the room as the sound of foots steps pace around the room beyond my sight.

With my gaze forced to stare straight ahead I slowly find an image forming in the mirror, a pain croak escaping my lips as I find myself staring at a ghostly pale bespectacled blue and black haired woman in her early twenties dressed in an over-sized black shirt.

Witness Relocation - Part Five

"Th...thanks" I croak, slowly pulling out and turning into the straightaway before applying some more gas. As the car rapidly accelerates I try to brake, hoping to slow down to a more manageable speed.

As I apply the break another sudden shower of parts erupts from me, the car filling with little motes of flaming light as my keys dig into my ass and my rear and hips erupt in a shower of sparks.

It comes in waves, my ass popping like a balloon before my hips soon follow suit as the massive addition of material rips through my paper-like skin. As my flesh begins to bulge in odd ways against my jeans, the material both loosening before tightening in various places, I finally feel the denim rip and explode into a dense sea of amber motes of light.

Edible Essence - Part Eight

Reaching the elevator I hear a buzzing come from my bag. Reaching inside I pull out a phone, the old and slightly cracked screen flashing to full brightness as the message pops up in the dead center. I stare at the previous messages, numerous texts from Michelle and Kelly from the morning and the night before asking about whether I was coming in today.

Rubbing my eyes a little I swipe through the messages, eventually finding myself on the most recent one.

 

 Kelly: EMERGENCY! I left my Art History essay at home! Can you give me a ride back!?!?!??

 

My stomach sinks and a chills races through my body as I read the message, my body responding on instinct to the memory and idea of forgetting an assessment the day it was due. Before I can respond I suddenly get another message

Michelle: Yo are you skipping our next class or something? I'm down to hang out

Level Up - Part One

A loud and pained groan escapes my lips as I writhe on my couch, the harsh morning sun burning at my face as I strive to block it out with my hands. The previous night is a bit of a blur, bits and pieces of my friends birthday party rattling around in my heavily dehydrated skull.

"How much..." I whine, slowly inching back on the couch as I press myself against the armrest. Slowly but surely I begin to slide into a seated position, my whole body sagging as I feel my stomach churn and ache from the abuse I had put it through.

The train ride in had been fine, the plan had been so simple. Bringing a bottle of wine I had hoped for the night to be a relatively causal time amongst friends, one that would have left me feeling fine the next morning to start my usual job search.

What I didn't plan for was the host to have brought out the Everclear, making a fruity punch that turned the slow and relaxing night on it's head. By the time people started trying to fumble their way home most had passed out around the house, taking up the sofa and spare rooms before I even had a chance to stake a claim.

Feeling relatively fine I just decided to catch a cab home, not wanting to sleep on the cold floor boards despite the sickening nausea beginning to grip me.

Edible Essence - Part Seven

Barreling out into the frigid and hazy air outside I find it almost a relief, my burning hot body and strange sense of arousal dying down under the barrage of seemingly arctic gusts. Letting out a sigh I adjust my bag, quickly pacing down the small open air hallway that connects the lecture halls before spotting Fiona as she leaves the hall via the other exit.

She stumbles out in the blustering wind, struggling to hold a pile of papers to her side with one hand while the other cradles her work laptop. Both press in against the subtle and supple bulging around her hips, the added fat cushioning the items as she struggles to maintain her grip.

I can feel my heart race again, my attraction blending with newly acquired youthful form to set my whole body on a hair trigger. Biting at my lower lip I feel a slight blush spread across my cheeks, a warmth soon growing in my boy shorts as I race over.

"God damn it..." I huff in my husky feminine voice, quickly pacing over to the struggling woman now over a decade my senior. "I really am hot for teacher aren't I?" I grumble, finding Michelle's words to ring true.

Preferred Partners - Part Three

"Are you here for..." comes the faint voice of the receptionist, her words dropping to an inaudible whisper as the second machine begins to whir to life beside me.

"Speak of the devil" Dr. Jacobs coos, wiping another bout of sweat from her face as she preemptively begins to get the second machine ready.

I stare ahead of me, unable to move as my gaze fixates on the doorway leading into the tiny room I was trapped inside. Despite the blurring of my vision I watch as someone paces through the doorway, a gasp escaping their lips as they spot me.

Slowly but surely they approach me, the image of their face slowly coming into view. Before long, I find myself staring up at the visage of my older cousin's wife He-Yoon.

Witness Relocation - Part Four

"There we go" Carl chirps, please with himself as he marvels at the badge. "Now everyone will know to say Happy Birthday!"

Gasping with shallow breaths, unable to inhale deeply lest I cause my body to break and reveal more of this new person beneath, I hand back the forms with a shaky hand. Carl barely seems to notice my distress, either lost in thought about his 'good deed' or by some other means. He quickly takes back the forms, squinting a little at the signature as he passes the card back to me.

Leaning in, he scrutinizes the signature, finding something wrong with it. Reaching up he flicks the paper, brushing something off as the signature too explodes into a small shower of delicate confetti like flames.

As the tiny lights burn themselves out in a matter of seconds I'm left staring at the sight of what had been my altered signature, now fully replaced with a cutesy series of hearts and loops.

"There we go" Carl coos, fishing around in his pockets before pulling out a tiny bulging envelope. The sound of jangling metal reaching me in the otherwise quiet hallway. "Here you are Ms. Hale" he continues, passing me the envelope with a broad grin. "If you'd just follow me to the elevator we can head to the garage without getting lost again."

The Swap Meet - Part Fourteen

I barely listen to the end of her sentence, my blistering headache and distracting form taking my mind away from her words. I'd already swapped so many times today, the idea of doing one more and what it could do to my mind sent chills down my spine. Besides, I'd be giving up close to a decade of age, though it would make me closer to my original age again.

The thought of talking like this, of being some tiny and overly sexualized bartender was off-putting. However, was being some cute and social awkward woman in her late twenties any better in the grand scheme of things.

I reach up to rub my eyes, groaning in frustration as I accept her offer.

"Fine..." I find myself whining, rubbing my eyes as they begin to water under the barrage of pain filling my head. The aching gears grind inside my head as I fight back the urge to smirk at the offer, the demure nerdy-looking woman having served me up the perfect out.

Preferred Partners - Part Two

I had been a member of the staying quiet camp, the 'Future Subs' as the Swap Clinic fan forums called them. I had put in for a life swap months ago, only a few weeks into my now frustratingly long drought of unemployment. I had only selected for it to be Partnered in the hopes of speeding up the process, the thought of having someone I know join me on the journey never really crossing my mind.

Butterflies fill my stomach as I glance between my car in the distance and the phone in my hand, my thumb slowly scrolling through the email as I spot the words that made my heart skip a beat only a day ago.

You and your Partner have been assessed, you're new partnership will be:

Partners - Boyfriend & Girlfriend

Edible Essence - Part Six

As I hear the laptop finish booting up my gaze shifts between the bag and the screen, my attention focusing in on my little area around the desk as I try to work out how I can unlock this strangers computer.

Suddenly a noise rips me from my distracted state, my head whipping up as I hear a soft chuckling and the moving of a seat beside me.

"Didn't think you'd be up this early, not that I'm complaining" chuckles a cozily dressed redhead, her pierced lip curling into a smirk. My mouth hangs open as I watch her replace the chair and desk combination beside me with another, the tall and lanky redhead soon dragging over one with a mirrored desktop to my own.

The Swap Meet - Part Thirteen

The shouting and bargaining continues back and forth as agreements quickly narrow further and further. Each time people pair off someone else quickly breaks it, bringing up reasons why they would make the better partner or why a shorter or longer swap would actually be better.

"Last Call!" cries one of the techs from the stage, the last of the tables being carried out of the room.

Swallowing hard it all seems to crystalize around us, our makeshift huddle quickly trying our best to make our final pairings even if some missed out.

I open my mouth to say something, only to be cut off as I feel someone latch to my arm before tugging it towards the stage. Gazing down I find myself staring at the silky and shiny black hair of Jennifer as she seems to try and make good of Lillian's earlier offer.

"Come on" she chirps excitedly, spinning to look up at me with a hefty bounce of her chest. "We need to go now."

Edible Essence - Part Five

"Huh?" Kelly shoots back, grabbing her own over stuffed bag from beside the parent's front door. "Say something?"

"Nope" I call back, stepping out and locking up as my my turns to the jug inside my couch. I couldn't risk anyone finding it, or even just losing it myself. With my own essence down the drain I'd need to replace it from somewhere if I wanted any chance of return to a semblance of my former self, and that container was my only hope.

"Well come on then" Kelly chimes, racing down the stairs. "If we're quick maybe we can still get a coffee before class."

The Swap Meet - Part Twelve

I pant heavily as I try to dull my fury, the heaving weight on my chest only working to bolster my anger as I feel it shift with every deep breath.

"She... she can't just... I... Fuck... Fuck!" I scream, raising my hand to my mouth as I try to stifle my howls of frustration as the sound of the body thief's voice slipping from my lips does little to calm me down.

"I... Shit she... I can't believe that... I... I need to..."  I wheeze, heaving my bloated chest from the pool water as I stumble to my feet. "I need to get out of... of... this" I hiss, glancing down at the middle-aged body Lillian had tricked me into.

In a sluggish and somewhat intoxicated malaise I clamber up and out of the pool, kicking and the water and grunting as I press my prodigious chest into the decking as I whine and groan at the weight dragging me down.

"Stupid..." I whimper, getting a doughy thigh up over the edge of the pool. My thick ass jiggles and the flab ripples with the sudden movements, a string of pained and frustrated whines slipping past my plump painted lips. "Can't believe... she fucking stole... that... that..." I continue, panting heavily as I pull my curvaceous form to the deck with one final heave. "Bitch..."

Edible Essence - Part Four

I pause, my lips parting as my mind struggles to catch up while bogged down and struggling to shake the sleep off of it. Taking a deep breath, my exhalation tasting foul and state after my time in the bathroom I decide to accept Kelly's offer, driving her and heading to whatever 'classes' she's talking about.

"Sure..." I sigh in my mildly husky voice, my shoulders slumping in resignation. I was already exhausted from the insane morning, the thought of having a whole day head simply made me want to crawl into what I hoped was still my bed.

Kelly, to her credit, beams at me with a smile from ear to ear.

Edible Essence - Part Three

Lurching forward I grab the container, twisting it right side up as I try to keep the pills from spilling over the edge of the table with my knees and my remaining free hand. Once more I look over the labels, sighing to myself as I find near all of them written in the maker's shorthand.

I wasn't going to be able to do much with the majority of these things, at least not without working out what the hell they meant. However, as the frustration built inside me so did a sense of intrigue. Why shouldn't I try one?

"Might help get me out of this...funk" I chuckle nervously, trying to break the dire mood I had found myself in. Looking around I take in my cramped apartment, the cheap yet cozy home's cheap rent still being too much now that I was unemployed. "Wonder if any of these could get me my job back" I muse, laughing a little louder as I slowly sit back up.

With a deep breath I turn my attention to the contraband I had accumulated on the table. Slowly I reach out as before I can decide one breaks open and begins to leak.

Edible Essence - Part Two

"That's..." I muse, my footfalls growing faster as I approach the dumpster. As I get within reach I give it a little tap, the giant bin ringing like a hollow drum. Slowly my gaze turns to the chains, the thick metal bands that often kept these things closed, only to find them severed.

A grin spreads across my lips in a eureka moment. I drop my bag and reach up to the top of the dumpster with one hand and into my pocket to get my phone with another, eager to confirm my guess of the mysterious hiding place and to call in the tip in the hopes of some sort of reward.

However, as I look inside my grin falls away as my jaw goes slack and my eyes go wide. I slide my phone back into my pocket as I spy a full and unopened unmarked bottle of raw edible essence.

The clear plastic bottle looks more like a jar, the plump and rounded design looking more like a repurposed jar of bulk peanut butter or discount cheese puff. The white plastic lid does little to hide the terrible contents within, the clear walls emanating a bright colorful menagerie of light like a constantly shifting lantern of rainbow glows.

Edible Essence - Part One

Faint strands of moonlight slip through the clouded sky, illuminating the streets in a dim pale light. Pockets of mist filled air glow warmly around the street lamps, the soup-like haze blocking out the view of one street corner from the next.

I tug at my jacket as I shuffle down the street unsteadily, the thick fog making it hard to find my footing on the uneven footpath. The thin and cheap coat does little to keep out the cold, the empty street evidencing the effect of the sudden chill. Warm and comforting lights from within nearby buildings, the evening still young enough for those willing to brave the weather to get a drink or catch up with friends.

Pouting a little as I pass one of my favorite haunts I continue my dejected shuffling, the cheap two-minute cup noodles jostling in the flimsy bag in my hands as they bounce against my leg. Money had become tighter and tighter over the past few months, as it typically did over the holiday season, leading to a more quiet and dull life at home.

I'm snapped from my line of thought as I come face to face with a bus stop advertisement, a pained grimace spreading over my lips as I stumble before slamming into the plexiglass screen. The smiling face on the poster behind the graffitied pane does little to dull my frustration, my eyes darting over the advert I knew all too well at this point.

Two pictures rest side by side, both featuring the same young blonde woman. The left shows her with messy hair in her living room, her legs bent and apparently struggling to keep her chubby frame balanced as she stands on her tip toes. The right image shows the same woman, her build toned and slender, as she stands with perfect confidence in the center stage of a ballet recital. 

Based on her appearance it was doubtful even a year had passed between the two images, though the images could have merely be edited to appear closer together in time. Beneath there feet rests the company logo, accompanied by a website and phone number for inquiries.

Carry on a Legacy

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