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..."

I feel the full weight of my new curvaceous form as I clamber to my feet, the clingy swimsuit painting my mammoth bust and thick ass in a manner that constantly claws at the corners of my mind. Each of my stumbling footsteps sends my newly acquired assets jiggling, my belly in shaking as I fumble my way into the kitchen.

In one hand I snatch the whole loaf of bread, tearing off chunks and swallowing to down in the hopes of soaking up some of the wine and whiskey before I began too intoxicated. As I feel a wave of nausea begin to crash against me, my nerves and the sudden burst of liquor and carbs doing little to settle it, I quickly chug down some of the cold filtered water from the tap.

As I hold my head forward I can't help but wince, the heavy chest bumping into before resting on the counter top as tears fill my eyes.

"Twenty years..." I whine, pulling myself back up and running towards the stairs and the bedroom beyond. "She stole twenty years from me and... and..." I huff and puff, winding myself as I race and stomp my heavy middle aged form up the steps.

Before I'm even in the bedroom I begin to pull the straps o the swimsuit down, not worrying about the windows I pass by. As I launch myself into what was to be my marital bedroom I peel the drenched tank-ini off my tan flesh before dropping it to the floor.

As I pass the bed I snatch up the blue dress Lillian had worn to the Swap Meet, my eyes darting between it and the wardrobe. It had done well to trick me, the cut emphasizing her bust and curves while hiding her belly and cellulite.

"This do.." I wheeze, struggling to catch my breath as I pull the airy blue dress of my head. I watch as the fabric quickly takes to the pool water on my skin, dark splotches forming as the soft linen clings to my chest and paints and image of Lillian's gargantuan cleavage.

"That... works actually..." I muse, staring down at the tits I had accidentally permanently got for myself in awe.

Racing back towards the door I quickly snatch up a pair of simple black flats, fumbling my way back to the stairs as I struggle to bend down to slide them on my delicate feet. With my heart hammering in my chest I quickly make my way to the front door, the water feature in the foyer providing little in the way of a calming atmosphere as I grab Lillian's purse and practically tumble out into the afternoon sun.

Thankfully, Lillian's sports car is right where Trevor had parked it out front. Fishing around in my purse I grab the keys, swinging open the driver's side door and sliding into the plush leather seat. With a roar from the engine I peel out and onto the private dirt road, hastily hoping I can make it back to the community center in time.

The drive is a bit of a haze, the mounting fear blending with my slowly rising intoxication as I focus n how I'm going to get out of becoming some wine owner's MILF of a wife for the rest of my life. Who would I even try to swap with? How would I?

"Do I just... lie?" I ask myself, quickly and rather easily going over the speed limit on the open empty country road in the over tuned luxury car. "I can't just..." I whimper, my lips quivering at the thought of trapping someone else like this against their will.

At the same time, isn't that what you do if you're tricked into a lemon? You just pass it on and try and get whatever you can get for it.

Before I even know it I find myself rapidly decelerating as I enter the outskirts of the suburbs, the thought of being pulled over so close to my goal leaving me driving with an abundance of caution. Slowly but surely I make my way back to the community center, the now relatively empty parking lot soon coming into view.

Unlike Lillian I park nearby in a legal space, the engine roar coming to an end as open the driver's side door. I take a moment to check myself in the rear view mirror, my makeup thankfully still holding up fairly well while my long dark hair looks more voluminous and windswept after the drive.

"Okay... you can do this..." I whisper to myself, climbing up with a stretch before sashaying my way to the front doors.

As I push the double door open with a slight heave my jaw drops. The once hectic and busy hall was practically empty at this point, with only a dozen or some people beyond the staff ambling about for simply chatting with each other.

Only some of the staff that had been up on the stage are still there, waiting to see if any more people were planning on doing a swap this late into the event. The rest simply walk around the hall, cleaning up the cheap snacks that had been laid out and folding up the cheap plastic tables.

Not wanting to waste even a minute I begin to saunter through the hall, making sure to sway my wide hips as enticingly as I can manage in the hopes of drawing someone's eye.

It doesn't take too long for someone to jump into my path around the outer wall of the room. A pouty blonde that couldn't be over five foot even in her thick leather boot racing up from beside me with her eyes on the fine leather purse under my arm.

"That's so cool..." she coos, a greedy glint shimmering in her pale green eyes as she stares at the hand made accessory. "Looks expensive, was it a gift?" she asks, prying in a slightly disconcerting manner.

Looking down at her I quickly switch to a warm smile, deciding to try and play things warmly.

"No, I bought it myself" I coos, clutching the bag tightly while letting her get a good look. For all I knew Lillian did purchase it, though it would have been with her husband's credit card, and hopefully I could play off the wealth.

As the blonde gasps I soon find myself appraising her. My gaze darts from her wavy honey blonde shoulder length hair to her ghostly pale face. Her cheeks are rounded and pinch-able, leading into a delicate jaw and weak chin. Pimples dot her cheeks, tell tale signs of acne or maybe just a lack of sun.

Her frame is delicate and petite, bony limbs with a supple layer of fat to give it just a hint of softness. Her chest and rear though quickly take a turn towards a separate extreme, Her black pleated skirt and white fuzzy weather looking practically painted over her massive plush ass and disproportionately large chest.

"No way..." she says in awe, her slack jawed youthful face soon twisting with a slight smirk before quickly shifting to a more innocent expression. "So... I'm Molly" she chirps, craning her head up to meet my gaze.

"Lovely to meet you Molly" I chime, gently placing a hand over my chest. "I'm... Lillian..." I stammer, quickly remembering to use the right name. "So... what brings you to an event like this?" I ask in a motherly tone, hoping to pry for some information.

She seems to freeze up for a moment, the gears in her head spinning as she looks up at me.

"I was..." she mutters, trailing off as she looks down at the floor before snapping back up to me. "about to ask you the same question ma'am" she coos, holding her hands behind her back as she shimmies her shoulders slightly.

I wince a little as she calls me 'Ma'am', the term striking at my middle aged heart.

"Well... I suppose I was looking for a bit of a break I suppose..." I state, trying to stay cool and aloof.

"Oh yeah" the blonde chirps, biting her lip. "Me too, do you have like... a hard job or..."

"No no, I don't work" I state, waving her question away as I smirk. "I don't really need to anymore."

 The blonde pauses again, her eyes shifting about ever so slightly as her mind races. For a moment I feel bad, watching as this girl that couldn't be older than eighteen or nineteen even remotely considers shaving decades of her life away even if she thought it was only temporary.

"Lillian!" cries a voice from the other side of the hall, catch not only my attention but also the attention of everyone else nearby. Spinning into place I find myself staring at a tiny yet curvaceous Chinese girl practically bounding her way over towards me, one of her delicate hands waving at me with black painted nails.

She is somewhere in her early twenties, her frame remarkably slender and downright tiny standing barely five feet tall if that.

A luxurious mane of thick shimmering black hair dances around her ears, the neatly trimmed and styled do looking stunning as it frames her pretty face. Dainty and slender features dot her narrow face, her plush lips and large wide almond-shaped eyes being the centers of attention. She looks up at me as she approaches, grinning giddily as she races over.

My eyes are soon drawn to her chest, the perky bulbous mass appearing downright overwhelming on her short frame. It would almost be wrong to say she had a chest, rather to the world at large she merely had a massive rack bound tightly in a light gray tank top that all but fails to keep it restrained from spilling out to the sides. Her truly outrageous bust strains at the material, a set of thick nubs managing to poke out at the material. Her frame, aside from her chest, is rather slender and soft with only the slightest bit of supple fat beneath her olive-toned skin while her legs appear painted into a set of designer jeans.

"Oh... Hello..." I mutter nervously, trailing off as I find myself on the back foot.

The short Asian woman flounces her way right beside me, practically sliding in to buddy yup to my mother frame.

"I've totally been looking for you" she whines, pouting a little as she looks up at me past my massive rack. "I've thought about it, and I'm definitely down for a quickly itty bitty swap to see if it helps."

As the offer leaves her mouth the blondes green eyes go wide, her gaze switching over to look up at me before returning to our groups new member.

"Um... sorry, but we're just talking about..." the blonde huffs, her fist balling up in frustration as she tries to address the bubbling young woman.

"Oh, sorry..." the Chinese girl blurts out, holding out her left hand. "I'm Jenny, Jennifer... but friends call me Jenny, or Jen..." she chirps, the blonde eyeing up the young woman's wrong handed handshake.

"Nice to meet you Jennifer" the blonde coos with a saccharine sweet smile, the ditzy young woman beside me apparently not noticing the subtle slight. "Me and Lillian were just talking about swapping before you..."

"What!?" Jennifer cries in shock, twisting to look up at me. "But we were, you know, talking about it like hours ago" she states, looking more than a little perplexed as her brow furrows. "Then I couldn't find you and..."

"Why do you even want to swap with..." Molly asks, crossing her arms under her heft bust as she stares down the competitor.

"She's super smart" Jennifer chimes in a delighted fashion. "I read online that if you swap, even for like a week, with a smart person it... like... works out you brain."

"Jennifer" I interject, trying to deescalate things with a smoothing tone of voice. "These are three month long swaps."

"Yeah!" she chirps excitedly with a big grin spreading from ear to ear. "That's like 20 times better" she continues, the blonde beside me barely managing to shift a laugh into a shift and concise cough. "It'll make school soooooooo much easier, if it work ya know. It's just so hard to deal with..."

"You're in school?" Molly interjects, her interest shifting to the new girl. "You mean like... hairdressing or..."

"Nah, I'm doing my BA again" Jen states, pouting a little. "But all this reading is like... uuuuuurgh..." she groans, slumping her shoulders as her squished bust jostles in her tank top.

"Needing some help with a Bachelor of Arts?" states a voice from behind both Jennifer and myself. The tone is formal and clear, gentle and soothing yet command some sense of authority. We both pivot on the spot, Molly already gritting her teeth as she spots yet another person trying to get in on a last minute deal.

The woman in her late twenties to early thirties stands with her ghostly pale hands clasped in front of her, her long and slender digits accented with perfectly glossy manicured nails. She stands a little above my own height, assisted only slightly by a slight set of shiny black heel.

Long dark brown hair flows down past her shoulders and to the middle of her back, a black hair-tie holding the likely rather heavy mass into a more manageable ponytail. A set of deep emerald green eyes look down at Jennifer from behind a thick set of glasses, the large black frames resting on the bridge of her cute button nose. Her slender lips are curved into a warm an inviting smile, the thin pink pillows covered in a thin layer of shiny gloss.

Her skinny and slender frame is rather well displayed beneath her attire. An egg-shell white ruffled blouse clings tightly to her arms and over her firm and perky chest. While certainly not as large as any of the other women in our makeshift group that were still certainly sizeable, the black sports bra underneath helping to restrain them unlike the rest of us. The blouse is tucked into a slender black pencil skirt, the tight cut bowing out over her generous hips and forcing her to mice around the hall on her sheer stocking covered legs.

"Yup" coos Jennifer, her grin returning as she looks up the conservatively dressed woman. "I'm Jen... Sorry Jennifer, friends call me Jen but..."

"Nice to meet you Jen" the stranger coos softly, licking her lips ever so subtly. "I'm Sandra."

"I'm Lillian" I chime in, not wanting to lose my own momentum in the conversation. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise" Sandra chirps, her eyes darting over me and her lip twitching slightly as she takes in my aging form. "And you are..." she asks, looking back between Jennifer and I to look at Molly.

"Molly..." the blonde grumbles, struggling to maintain her composure after being ignored. "And I was valedictorian at high..."

Before she can finish her sentence Jennifer spins around, looking down at the blonde eagerly.

"Wait, for real?" Jennifer asks, the gears in her head churning albeit rather slowly. "Lillian was top of her class at college, but like valedictorian is closer to the start of a degree right... that'd be... better?" she asks no one in particular, cocking an eyebrow and biting her lip as she tries to weigh up strange options before her.

"Is that how you made all your money?" Molly asks, her gaze linger on my purse for a moment before glancing up to to meet my gaze. "You're pretty smart?"

For a moment I freeze, the make or break moment finally coming for me to retain my pride and honor at the cost of getting stuck in this curvy aging form. My mind is cast back to the mansion in the hills, a shiver running down my spine as I begin to envision my first night with my new husband and the honeymoon it could be.

"That's right" I state with a smirk. "Got all the money I needed right out of college and I've been free to live how I like ever since" I coo, my heart breaking as I stretch the truth regarding marrying my college sweetheart and baby trapping him.

Despite giving Molly the answer I notice Sandra watching me in awe, her mousey gaze darting between my shoulders and my face as she takes in my overtly confident stance. She opens her mouth to say something, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks as she soon silences herself without uttering a single word.

"Did someone say something about a degree?" comes a squeak and high pitched voice, our group soon turning to look at the short Japanese girl standing about a foot away from our huddle.

Her black hair is a total mess, the dry strands fluffed and tangled around her ears in a wild mane. A set of large round wire frame glasses sit on the bridge of her tiny and delicate nose, her rounded face blushing wildly as she fidgets in place. As she weakly smiles I catch a glint of metal inside her mouth, the subtle hint of braces shimmering past her lips.

Despite still being relatively short she stands a good few inches above Jennifer and Molly, easily being around five foot three. Her build is extremely slender, almost bony, her large black Final Fantasy shirt hanging from her underweight frame. Her modest bust droops ever so slightly in an unrestrained state, her chest being the smallest out of all of us. The shirt seems to double as a dress, with only a tight pair of black shorts covering her delicate legs and pert behind.

"That's..." Sandra begins to say, only to be cut off by me.

"That's right dear, I was top of my class when I graduated" I state proudly, leaning into Lillian's apparent statement in the hopes it was true. I watch as Sandra opens her mouth to speak again, only to close it and look down at her feet. "Sandra here has one as well" I say, my heart aching as I see the poor woman rapidly lose confidence.

Sandra looks up at me from behind her glasses with a look I'd almost call awe or admiration, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she inches closer to Jennifer and myself.

"Awesome" the bespectacled Asian girl nervously chirps. "Let's swap" she blurts out, the group collectively looking at her like she had just grown a second head.

Catching the reactions she seems to shrink away, her cheeks quickly burning a deep crimson.

"I mean, not all of us... just... I only need to swap with one of..." she hastily stammers, struggling to right her course.

"Sorry, but we were here first so..." Molly grumbles, tired of being ignored as the remaining people flocked to our growing group. To all our surprise, the new girl simply begins to walk off, nodding at Molly before beginning to trudge away.

"Wait!" I call out, the young woman freezing in place before pivoting around with tears welling up in her eyes. "I didn't catch your name."

"Vi... Vi..." the girl blubbers, trying to keep herself from openly weeping in public. "Vivian..."

"Well I'm Lillian" I coo softly, Sandra once again giving me a quick look before speaking up herself.

"I'm.. I'm Sandra..." she states, her voice quivering as she tries to inch back into the conversation and reform her more authoritative persona.

"Do... do you want to... to swap..." Vivian whimpers, pausing before finishing her sentence. "...Like...Perman... Perma..." she whines, struggling to get to the heart of the question.

"Nah" Jennifer states, shaking her head even as the question wasn't addressed at her. "I just wanna get smart, don't wanna give up all this to get that" she giggles, wiggling her hips a little.

"I was... hoping for something shorter term..." Sandra coos softly, gritting her slightly coffee stained teeth. "I mean... I like my life, I just wish... I could... oh..." she mutters, struggling to explain what she was actually looking for.

Molly oddly enough remains silent, her gaze turning to me as if waiting for my response before giving her own.

"I can do a permanent swap" comes a tired voice from nearby Molly, quickly drawing attention away from the whimpering Vivian. "And I have a degree."

Our collective gaze turns to the pear-shaped woman saddling up beside Molly, the lady in her mid-twenties standing easily at around five foot six in her thick mud caked boots. Her light brown hair hangs around her ear, the fringe having been hand cut and leaving the dark bags beneath her dull hazel eyes on display to the word. Her eyebrows are dense and bushy, a large hooked nose drawing attention from her high and prominent cheek bones.

A light and airy beige dress hangs from her narrow shoulders, one of the arms having slid and dropped down one of her freckled arms. A decent amount of plush fat clings to her upper arms, though it palls in comparison to her chest and rear. Two bulbous mounds as big as her head rest on her chest inside a tight stretchy fabric bra, the engorged vein flesh looking almost painfully strained. Her hips are wider than even Lillian's, her thick behind simply mirroring those proportions. A set of stretch fit blue jeans cling to her legs, with only the very end of the legs hanging out from below her dress.

Catching the pause as we all seemed to look her over she quickly rephrases.

"I mean, I could maybe do a permanent swap..." she croaks, smiling at us nervously. "It's be a shame to give up what I have forever though, it's a tough one.

"My thoughts exactly" I coo, hoping to leave the question open while portraying Lillian's life as too good to give up forever. "It'd just be so difficult to... but I suppose I..."

"I can do something short" Molly chirps, looking up at me with desperation in her eyes.

"Hey" Jennifer snaps, glaring between Molly and myself. "What about me? I need one of you smart..."

"I could..." Sandra begins to speak, her meek voice struggling to carrying over the building noise.

"You have a degree and could want a permanent swap, you have to swap with..." Vivian begins to speak up, watching ther chance slip away.

"I said I would..." The newcomer quips, trying to get Vivian's attention.

"Yeah, you two can always just swap" Sandra manages to croak out, looking between Jennifer and Molly.

"But Lillian said she..." Jennifer begins to whine, turning to look at me.

"Has money..." Molly blurts out, her eyes filled greed for a moment before sighing. For a second she composes herself, talking a breath to recenter. "I can do a short swap though" she chirps delightfully, trying to act cute as she looks between Sandra and the newcomer. "What do..."

"Oh I run a community center" the new girl states with a grin. "I'm Emily by the..."

"Fine, then I get..." Jennifer chirps, turning to eye up Sandra and myself. Sandra, to her credit, returns the appraising look as she sees something in the young scantily clad Chinese girl that she apparently likes. "This is so hard..."

"See..." comes a soft whimper from beside me, Vivian tugging at the side of my dress as she whispers up to me. "They can swap between... you know... you're the only..."

"Well I'm not sure about..." I coo with a giggle, trying to play a little coy and not seem too eager. "I mean, I'd be giving up my fortune for..."

"Fortune?" Emily and Molly blurt out in unison, the looking back at me before glaring at each other.

"Confident..." I hear Sandra mutter under her breath, her thumbs rotating around each other and she fidgets. "Which one can I learn to be more..."

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.