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."
While Molly splutter and stammers at the Chinese girls sudden act Vivian looks over at Emily.
"You'd... be alright with a..." she stammers, the poor thing having been deathly silent during our last minute discussion. The pear-shaped woman grins like a animal abou to toy with it's prey, her hazel eyes zeroing in on the demure young woman.
"Of course dear" she coos, walking over to place a hand on the Japanese girls back. With a slight push she gets Vivian moving, the girl rubbing her watery eyes from beneath her large glasses.
"And... and you have a... a..." Vivian asks again, stammering as she struggles to get the words out.
"A degree?" Emily asks back, waving her hand dismissively. "Yes yes, and a job. You'll be fine." she states, hastening her steps to limit the time her partner had to reconsider.
Sandra simply looks between us, her timid gaze darting between my mature form and the tiny outgoing girl attempting to drag me away. She opens her mouth to speak before simply closing it, shuffling her way down towards the front doors.
Realizing my ticket out of being some MILFy trophy wife was practically begging me to pick her I begin to walk besides the tiny yet curvy Chinese girl, my eyes catching the plump and perfectly formed ass checks that are practically painted into her jeans.
"What about me?" Molly whines, tears welling up in her eyes as she stamps her feet.
"Oh I'm sorry dear..." I coo, trying to keep up my persona at least until I could leave. "But..."
"Snooze you lose, ya know?" Jennifer chirps, sticking out her tongue in a child-like manner as we walk towards the stage.
Before long we out-pace the pair of Emily and Vivian, the impatient steps of Emily being slowed by the shuffling of her short partner. As we approach the stage I can hear Jennifer squealing with glee beside me, my heart breaking at the thought of what I was about to do to her.
Reaching the stage I breathe a sigh of relief, the lack of familiar faces on the stage hopefully meaning I'd get to avoid any troublesome questions.
"So..." Jennifer muses dimly, her eyes looking up at the roof as she tries to finish the thought she had barely started. "I'm be able to drive your fancy car? Like it'll be my car, right?" she asks, apparently having been wooed by Lillian with some more promises.
"Of course" I chirp back, warmly smiling down at her as I climb the stairs beside the stage. "It'll be your car, your mansion, your pool."
"Fucking sweet" she cheers, skipping her way up beside. "Oh my god, I should host a party! All my friends can use the pool and stuff. Tracy would fucking lose it if she saw..." she begins to excitedly giggle, losing herself in the idea of having such a lavish lifestyle.
"I don't think that's the best idea sweetheart" I state, shaking my head with a slight frown.
"Wha..." Jennifer whines back. "Why not?"
"Well would they be your friends anymore?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "Would they be my friends?"
She seems to pause for a moment, the sifting of lives and the run on effects seeming to cause some difficulty to her. My stomach churns as I watch, not just from the bread and hard liquor slowly digesting inside, the thought of what might happen to my mind once I was crammed inside that beautiful but dim shell causing me to feel sick.
"Are you two..." asks a soft and exhausted voice. Looking towards the machines I spot the struggling form a rather slender blonde woman in her late thirties. The day seems to have worn on her, with large bags resting beneath her eyes and her gaze making it seem like she was mere moments from falling asleep where she stood.
"Ooooooh..." Jennifer finally mutters, her large brown eyes going wide. "They'd still be my... your friends. It'd be weird with some old lady just invited them to a party..." she muses, finally realizing despite causing a little jab with her description of her future body.
"I..." I croak, looking between the tiny young woman and the attendant who she had cut off. "Yes, we were wanting to swap" I coo, fishing around in my purse in search for Lillian's credit card to quickly cover the fee.
The blonde looks between us, obviously being taken aback by the age difference and failing to really hide it. Reaching down she pulls a small card reader from her belt, her eyes locked to the lavish leather bag in my hand as I pull out a shiny black card. Jennifer gaps a little as I tap the machine, stamping her black heels as she fails to restrain her glee.
"I'm going to do sooo much shopping..." she squeaks seemingly failing to recognise that she intended for this to be temporary.
As the machine beeps in approval the blonde simply shrugs, gesturing for us to move up towards the booths as she spies the lagging pair of Emily and Vivian. "You are aware that this is permanent?" she drones to the overly excited Asian girl, the dim young woman looking up at the blonde vacantly.
"I... I mean like... this is just to.." she mutters, obviously confused.
"She means that this is permanent until we swap back" I coo reassuringly, patting her back. "You'll be fully me, and I'll be fully you. You'll be able to enjoy all your money, and I'll be stuck going to your..."
"Work, right..." Jennifer chirps, her lips curving into a grin as she is flooded with the thought of her three month vacation.
"I was going to say classes, but yes I suppose I can do you job as..." I say, slowing my sentence as I wait for her to finish the thought.
"Oh right, I bartender when I need money" she states, bouncing a little as she holds her chest out. "People give me soooooo many tips, it's awesome" she squeaks giddily, seemingly unaware of the show she was putting on with her perversely disproportionate rack.
"I'm sure then do dear" I reply, looking to the blonde one last time. She gives me a shrug before looking to Jennifer.
"So you're fine to..." she begins to ask, only to be cut off by the hyped up pint-sized girl.
"Totally!" Jennifer shouts, soon leading the charge towards the machines. "This is gonna be great. No classes, no work, I'm just gonna..." she coos, climbing into the nearest pod before I can even catch up. Her words soon fall into a muffled silence, the door swinging shut as the scant few engineers begin to secure the machine.
I soon follow in behind, pausing for a moment as I stand before the pod I had climbed into only an hour or so ago. My mind swims in thoughts of what I was about to do, stealing that dim young girls life simply because I was stupid enough to believe some cruel woman much like Jennifer was believing me. It made me sick to think about, my will slowly crumbling as I stare into the chamber.
"Do you need any help ma'am" asks a young man beside the machine, the attendant in his early twenties looking me over as he struggles not to ogle my bulbous chest. "We have an accessibility step for those of... advanced a..."
"I'm fine" I snap, my anger at the situation I had been put in bubbling over. With a huff I clamber inside, bumping my massive hips against the metal frame with a loud thud before spinning around. Dropping into the small seat I let out a soft whimper, the tiny seat soon begin swallowed by my gargantuan ass and plump squishy thighs.
"This is... just the way it is..." I sigh, my heart racing as the room slams shut and the room begins to crackle and buzz.
The clinging feeling of the device hits far sooner than the first time, the sensation in my body deadening and growing numb far faster than when I had left my original body. For a second I wonder whether it was due to how soon it had been since I last used the device, like my mind hadn't 'settled' yet. However, the thought doesn't have much time to linger as with a loud crack my vision suddenly goes black.
As I come to the first thing I'm met with is a heavy ache inside my head. For a moment I wonder if I'm hungover, the memory of all the wine I had downed in the pool coming back in a slowly mental gurgle. However, it just doesn't feel like any hangover I had ever experienced.
It doesn't come and go, beating with my heart and throbbing inside my skull. Instead it just feels steady and painful, like a strained muscle or a fresh burn.
I reach up for my head in a clumsy swing, my body still numb and my sensations dulled after passing out. With a loud smack I find my temple, a soft squeal of a yelp escaping my lips as I teeter in my seat. The voice is familiar, the light and airy squealing of a giddy Jennifer filling my ears and the chamber around me.
Still, I don't linger on the voice as I clutch at my head in the hopes of dulling the ache. I feel long nails jab at my soft smooth skin, my chest heaving and threatening to topple me from the seat with each heavy breath I take.
Slowly, I inch my eyes open as my long dark lashes flutter dramatically. The light from the window in the door burns at my eyes, the stimulation causing a spike in the pain as I lurch from my seat. For a moment the world spin, the floor feel far lower than it should have been. With a loud shriek I stumble forwards, the long clicking of my heels filling the metal room.
The door thankfully opens with a loud hiss, the increased light doing little to ease the pain wracking my brain. For a second I worry about stepping out on the slender heel, the thought of tumbling or falling in them shooting through my heavily distracted mind. However, as I take my first tentative step I find myself easing into diminutive Asian girl's dainty stride with disconcerting ease.
With each step I feel the weight on my chest bounce and jiggle, the overly tight top grinding against the firm and perky nubs as they poke at the fabric. My face begins to grow red, the warm and oddly pleasurable sensations mixing with the public locale to leave me extremely embarrassed.
My jaw nearly hits the floor as I look around me, my neck needing to crane up to look around at the machines and the men and women passing to check the machines. My heart beats like a jackhammer as I realize just how short sub five foot actually was. As I look around I keep pausing as the lower part of my vision is filled with a light gray shelf, the knowledge that this rack was stuck with me sending chills down my spine.
"Fuck..." comes a vice from nearby, the familiar sultry tones of Lillian causing me to jump. "I feel... dreadful..." she continues, the curvaceous Mediterranean woman slowly lurching from the machine with the help of some attendants.
"Sorry, my nerves got to me... ya know" I state nervously, my plush lips quivering as I listen to an oddly Jennifer-like phrase accidentally slip out. She too looks confused, slowly pushing the two attendants away as the new puzzle seems to distract from her nausea.
"Did you do that on purpose or..." she asks, pausing as she listens to herself speak. "Why am I sounding so... odd..." she muses, blinking a few times as if to reset her brain.
"Age gap" calls the young 'helpful' attendant from before as he rushes to check the numerous cables beside the machine. "Needed to make sure you both sounded the part, considering you need to keep up appearances, and being from different generations..."
"And... like..." I whine, wincing as I struggle to deal with the noise around me. "Why's my head hurting so bad?"
"Oh..." the attendant mutters, taken aback by the question. "That shouldn't..."
"We had to generate new neural pathways" calls another engineers, the older Indian man tapping at a computer screen as he speaks. "Wasn't going to fit, not unless we promoted rapid growth and..."
"So I'm smarter now?" Jennifer coos from her mature body, clutching her hands in giddy anticipation. "Could we just swap ba..."
"No no" the older man says with a wave of his hand. "It's more like, we had to create more space for information to me stored. It doesn't really effect your attitude towards receiving information or ability to adopt proper..."
"Okay okay" Jennifer grumbles, obviously not wanting to hear some lengthy explanation. "Maybe when we swap back I'll feel the difference."
"When does it stooooop" I whine, stamping my feet like a petulant child.
"Give it a few hours and it should mostly be fine" the older man says with a shrug. "Sleep it off, take some painkillers or have a drink or some..."
"Harry!" shouts the blonde by the stairs, catching the older gentleman's attention. "We've still got..."
"Right right" he grumbles, quickly turning back to the screen. "If you two could just..."
The man doesn't have much of a chance to finish his sentence before I feel myself getting dragged away. I feel like a child again, my tiny frame easily being pulled along by the now much larger Jennifer in her matronly body. Still, despite my stumbling steps I find my foot with disturbing ease in her heels, blood running cold as I wonder what else I had 'borrowed' from the dim girl.
Behind me I manage to catch the delighted grin of Emily as she climbs into the pod, the tired woman giving me a wink as she slips inside.
"I can't believe..." Jennifer chirps, holding out a weathered hand in front of her. "I'm... I'm... not wearing any..."
"Underwear, I know" I wheeze, finally picking up the pace as I try to match her far longer strides. "I'm super super sorry, I just... I dunno... forgot?" I mutter, flinching at each of the odd word choices slip from my plump lips.
"It's... fine..." Jennifer sighs, leading us both down towards the front door with a dignified strut and giddy sway in her massive hips. For a moment I could swear she was enjoying herself a little to much, the larger body and more dramatic curves almost pleasing her as we pass by those unlucky few who hadn't managed to make a trade.
Slipping into the entrance hallway I spot Sandra, the meek woman standing there with her phone in her hand while she nervously plays with her hair. Jennifer gives her a bit of a wave and a knowing wink, the bespectacled woman jumping as we approach before giving me a wide eyed look. I try my best to smile back weakly, the pain in my head making it hard to really muster much of a response.
As we pass I hear her move back towards the main hall, the soft yet rapid clicking of her heels ringing out in unison with my own against the wooden floor.
As we reach the street I watch as Jennifer looks around, her gaze searching for something. I'm forced to shield my eyes, the afternoon sun making my headache all the more hellish. Despite the heat I find myself not really being too bothered with it compared to the morning, my darker toned skin or perhaps just my body itself being more acclimatized to the warm weather.
With a gasp Jennifer races off, leaving me to run after her on my dainty legs. My chest begins to ache as I run, the massive mounds tugging me down and threatening to knock me out with each footfall. She finally comes to a stop beside the car I had driven in, the seemingly mature aged woman gasping and giggling like a school girl as she paces around it.
In a flash she pulls the keys from the bag, quickly unlocking it as she hops into the front seat.
Mincing my way up beside her, my overly tight designer jean creaking as I test the limits of my stride, I begin to look around myself.
"So... like... where am I parked..." I ask, peering into the largely empty parking lot.
"Oh, honey I didn't drive here" Jennifer coos, running her fingers over the steering wheel. Her face seems a little flush, a mixture of excitement and the linger booze in her system showing through for all to see. "Do you see any keys in those jeans?"
"Then... then how am I meant to... ya know... get home?" I whine, biting at my lip in an vain attempt to take control of my own vocabulary.
"You have a phone, catch an Uber" Jennifer chuckles, looking down at the large square distorting one of my pockets. "My friends are going to die when they see..."
"But... like... they're not your friends" I state, folding my arms a few times as I try to find where they were comfortable around my immense bust. "They won't even know who the fuck you..."
"Of course, of course..." Jennifer states in a more refined manner than expected, the gears in her head churning as slowly as ever despite her dignified and sultry voice. "They can't see me like..." she huffs, looking down at her sagging chest and doughy midsection. "Like you, no offense" she continues, haphazardly throwing in the ending to try and placate me.
I didn't care though, it was her body now whether she liked it or not. The pain I was in certainly helped ease any doubts I had about what I was doing, and her disregard for me now only made it easier to justify my decision.
"So..." I begin to mutter, watching as she puts her keys in the ignition. "You can't even give me a li..." I whine, the engine cutting me off as she shimmies her shoulders in excitement.
Jennifer doesn't even respond, her sports car quickly and sloppily reversing out of the parking space before she bolts out onto the street. I listen as the engine roars, the echoing cry resounding through the neighborhood as she speeds away.
For a moment I'm left stunned, a fear gripping me that I'd been duped into a terrible body once again. The pain inching through my skull certainly didn't help, nor did losing the ability to speak like a normal human being.
Suddenly, I'm snapped back to reality as I feel a hand on my shoulder. Looking up I see Sandra, her face contorted into a nervous look as she nibbles at her lip.
"Sorry, I..." she mutters, struggling to put her words together. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before continuing. "Sorry, I'm really not good with... social... things..." she murmurs, not even looking me in the eye.
"O...kay?..." I reply, still dazed from all I had experienced in the last few minutes. "And..."
"So I... I still want to swap..." she states, her soft and gentle voice flashing with a brief burst of authority before dying back down. "Please?..."
"Look I... I have to catch an Uber and..." I begin to mutter tiredly, the thought of how much that trip will cost sending me tumbling into a terrible mood.
"W..wait I can give you a lift?" she splutters, smiling weakly. "If you... you know... hear me out."
"I..." I begin to mutter, pausing as I think for a second. "Sure, like... go ahead..."
"Let's... I mean I still want to swap... with you I mean" she states, blurting out her thoughts in quick little nervous chunks.
"But... like... why didn't you say so in the..." I blurt out in confusion, my headache making it hard to follow or really care about any of this. I just wanted to sleep this off, however long that took.
"Because she chose you, and... and you went along with her so I.... Well I couldn't just..." she stammers awkwardly, struggling to find the words once again. She takes another breathe before restarting, this time looking me in the eyes the whole time.
"I want to be more outgoing, but I can't while like this. You seemed like a confidant woman so I wanted to learn from being you, then Jennifer here made herself seem of in charge of our conversation and that made me want to be her even more."
"But... didn't they just..." I begin to ask, peering back at the doors as I watch more people slowly leave one by one.
"No... well yes, but I asked and... persuaded them to maybe do one more, just off the books" she explains, giving a nervous chuckles towards the end. "It's past closing and they're not meant to... you know... use the machine, but we can still do it if they don't log..."
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...
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