I had been selected for a few reasons. From my height and sex to my education and endowment, the company behind all this felt I would be a delightful offering in the casino. They had even provided me with a good deal of chips to use for the more traditional gambling to get me through the door and down at the tables in the hopes of engaging their clientele.
Over the coming weeks I soon found myself flooded with free liquor, the days passing by in a haze as I won practically every single hand with a sense of almost impossible luck. No matter how many drinks were handed to me, no matter how blurred my mind or black out drunk I had been, my winning streak remained unbroken day after day.
However, while in this haze it became harder to assess the bets and to barter well. My winning streak soon leaving a trail of oddly altered bodies and lives in my wake while my own changed radically from day to day thanks to my morning and nighttime trips to the onboard Swap Clinic.
As we hit a speed bump I'm violently jostled in my seat, a heavy weight on my chest tugging painfully at my shoulders. My thighs soon follow suit, the landing leaving my pillowy ass and plump thighs rippling in the tight sweaty confines of the clothing that seemed to end mid-thigh.
My eyes snap open, my head tilting down to avoid the light streaming in through the car windows. A curtain of thick and wavy black hair tumbles down around me, the oily and sweaty strands reaching down to my mid-back with a faint hint of vanilla scent coming through beyond the heady smell of liquor and body odor.
My gaze is soon met with a shelf of light brown flesh, the massive roiling mounds jostling inside an overly tight orange elastic dress with every bounce and shake of the vehicle. The dresses neck clings tightly around my slender neck before splitting and joining back together as it passes over my collarbone and chest, revealing my cavernous cleavage as well as the sticky dried substances clinging to my foreign flesh.
My mouth hangs open, a sharp feminine gasp escaping my lips as my hands fumble to grab at my immense and newly acquired assets. The gasp is soon followed by a coughing fit, sending my chest shaking, before another croaking wheeze and squeak slips out at the sight of my hands.
My hands themselves are far smaller, my fingers slender with long and perfectly manicured nails on my right hand while those on my left seems more carefully restrained and held back. Shimmering gold and silver bands hang from my wrists and bind my fingers, the elegant and simple designs simply leaving the precious metals on full display against my light brown and flawless complexion along with a tiny little rose tattoo on my left wrist.
"What the... where..." I groan, pausing for a moment to run my tongue along my plush and soft lips in an attempt to make them less dry and chapped. My eyes go wide as I hear my voice, bright and perky with a hint of breathy allure paired with a thick Indian accent with a slight English lilt that is impossible to shake.
Pausing in shock I barely notice my hand slap lazily around beside me, my fingers soon colliding with a small leather bag. Without a second thought I quickly search it, pulling a small chapstick from the bag before whipping it up to my lips. In one swift motion I line my lips with the subtly fruity flavored moisturizer, my hand falling to my side as I pucker and smack my lips to form an even coat.
As my hand falls to the seat I fell it impact my plush thigh and paint a mental image of my wide alluring hips. Wriggling and writhing in my seat I feel the two massive plump yet taut cheeks beneath me grind heavily into the cushion, the thin clingy fabric on the bright orange dress riding up slightly as I incidentally slide it up my legs.
I can feel the dress hold my legs together passively, though for some reason the dainty and feminine stance seems to feel almost like the default for me as I sit in the seat. Between my warm and sweat soaked thighs I feel a distinct lack of my cock, the massive ten inch monster I was used to suddenly having been replaced with a hot damp slit and some dried sticky substance clinging to the inside of my legs.
The cold air erupting from the nearby vent helps to paint an image of what lays below my bust, the overwhelming and supple flesh blocking much of what lays beneath. My stomach feels exposed, the flat and taut flesh baring the brunt of the air conditioning. Lazily I reach over, gliding my fingers of my narrow waist and fit stomach as I feel my stomach churn with violent nausea.
Suddenly, it comes back in bits and pieces. The cruise, the casino, and many many trips to the Swap Clinic day after day. Reaching up I begin to rub the bridge of my nose, my narrow and delicate fingers soon finding themselves rubbing a facial feature that feels as cute as a button while my free hand grabs the water bottle.
"Casino..." I wheeze, quickly opening the bottle in a fairly uncouth manner with my teeth as I begin to down the second water bottle with a flurry of soft little sips. I cringe at my voice, a delighted shiver soon following as my body seems to know something about it that I just didn't at this time.
"Oh, that explain a lot" chuckles the driver, the foreign man seemingly not understanding the one word request. "Did you win..."
"No no..." I cough, spluttering through the bottled water. "I need... Can you take me back to..."
'Where you want? The Star? Bay Avenue?" The driver responds, listing the names of Casinos that were all too unfamiliar to me. That wasn't too hard though, my experience with casinos before the cruise had been minimal at best.
The constant motion in the car leaves me feeling pale, moments away from up ending my stomach in the back of the cab. Swallowing hard I try to focus, the jiggling and shaking of my soft and feminized body easily distracting me from moment to moment.
"I... The Celeste?" I ask meekly, moving to hold a hand to my mouth. "Can you take me to..."
"The ship?" The driver asks, the car slowing down a little as I feel a wave of relief wash over me.
"Yes, that..." I begin to coo, my accent dripping from each of my overly excited words in my bright and delightful voice.
"She leave port this morning, did you have ticket?" The driver asks, the car suddenly pulling up out the front of an unfamiliar building. "I pick you up from dock, but woman say you go home so..."
The driver shifts in his seat, a series of beeps emanating from the onboard console as he begins to settle up the bill for the trip. Blinking in a bleary eyed state, my mind struggling to grapple and reconcile with the fact I was back on land, I slowly turn to look out the window beside me.
For a moment I catch the faint reflection of some gorgeous young Indian woman with slightly smeared make-up before my eyes focus on the building outside. I certainly wasn't home by any means, the three story pale green rendered brick building being a far cry from the towering apartment block I had lived in for years.
The structure is squished between two others, the decades to even maybe a century old structure resting tightly between the equally old structures either side. The top two floors seem out of sight, the dark limited windows being blocked by curtains. The bottom floor however seems to be a store front, the lights completely off and only the limited sunlight streaming inside revealing the shelves and books that line them.
"This isn't... I mean..." I mutter, wracking my brain as I try to work out where I am and why I was being dropped off in front of some random store.
"This where they pay me to go" the driver says in an aloof fashion, the loud thud from the trunk unlocking quickly telling me that the driver simply didn't care. He clambers from driver's side of the vehicle, walking past my door and opening it as he moves to the truck.
On shaky and unsteady legs I slowly shift from my seat, my hand idly snatching up the long slender leather strap of the dainty purse I had left beside me. I soon find myself standing in the brisk morning air, my body quivering and shaking as I quickly notice how much bigger the world seems around me.
My hands clutch at the strap of the purse as though for support, my bare arms squishing the soft shelf of flesh on my chest, my body oddly finding standing in the tall heels of the white strappy stilettos encasing my feet easier than I ever though possible on such small and narrow platforms.
As the man drags the unfamiliar white and orange hard shelled luggage from the back of the taxi I quickly glance around, finding myself standing in...
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