The Body Shop - Part Two

With a snap of her fingers her face brightens up, her eyes going wide as if struck by an epiphany.

"That's it!" she calls out, her fingers clicking over and over as she points towards a distant rack with her other hand. "That one! Yes yes to the left, you can hoist him up... Oh..." she states, pausing for a moment before looking back to me.

"Sorry, just realized where to stock that old body of yours" sh explains, waltzing towards me as I feel myself slowly get placed back down atop one of the many wooden boxes stacked around the storefront. She looks away from a second, giving a nod to one of her many helpers before musing to herself once more.

Musing for a moment, poking and prodding at the inside of her mouth with her tongue in thought, the witch finally pipes up to announce "I'd say your trade-in is...a... Hey! Put him down! He's a valued customer!" she cries as my world spins around me. A set of soft hands wrap around my cheeks and squeeze firmly as I'm pulled from the crate, my mouth opening to scream in shock as nothing comes out much to my terror.

The Body Shop - Part One

My hand traces across the exposed red bricks as I descend down the narrow stairwell, the rain slicked concrete steps feel all too dangerous to walk down without some means of support. The tiny passageway is made even more precarious thanks to the limited light, the old iron lamp hanging above the plain wooden door at the bottom of the steps being all that illuminates the space at this time of the night.

However it was precisely due to it being this close to midnight that I had come out to this otherwise deserted part of the city, the old run down buildings which once housed all manner of ship fronts now sitting empty and mostly vandalized.

With a stumbling step, sliding slightly as my foot plants awkwardly on the ground before the door, I reach out to juggle the door handle. The rusted and rough metal grips at my palm, the heavily worn knob creaking slightly as I try to turn it to avail. Biting at my lip slightly I look down at my watch, my heart skipping a beat as I note that I had made it to my destination just a little bit early. I watch with baited breath as the numbers on the digital display snap to the beginning of a new day, my building anticipation ebbing away as I find myself still simply standing in the gloom and cold at the bottom of the stairs.

As if sensing my mounting disappointment a loud thud comes from the door, the aging swollen wood suddenly pushing out towards me as something presses at it from the other side. Warm air rushes out from any gap that it can find within the door and its frame, a faint warm light quickly seeping through the same gaps. As the racing wind from behind the door begins to ease a slight click emanates from the handle, the door inching open as I'm forced to step to the side.

"Please come..." grunts a croaking feminine voice from within, her words cutting short as she seems to struggle with something. "Come in dear customer, and welcome to The Body Shop!"

TruU - Part Two

Pulling my wallet from my pocket I quickly pump in my credit card information, the app hungrily accepting the three figure payment as the border of the screen turns gold. A slight series of chimes bellow from my phone, an extension to the jingle that had played once the blonde had made her match.

A fresh pop up flashes on screen, a small arrow sitting beneath it to cycle through the dialogue boxes while another button merely says 'Likes'.

Welcome to TruU Gold

You won't regret your subscription

To take the tour of the app press the arrow bellow.

Otherwise, enjoy your sneak peek on future matches! 

Eager to see just who could have possible swiped right on that terrible profile I quickly fumble to tap at the 'Likes' button, my my shaking hand and large phone making it a little difficult to navigate to the oddly placed prompt.

Suddenly the screen flickers, the gold border remaining as a blank page appears. For a moment I think I was lie to, the lack of any potential matches causing no small amount of confusion. However, after a few seconds image after image begins to populate the blank background, each listing a name along with the person's age and profession.

As I tap at the first profile picture it merely expands, the same information being provide once over as a set of buttons appear at the bottom of the screen.

"Match'     -     'Skip'

TruU - Part One

Walking up and down the aisles of the super market I slowly place fill my basket with the cheapest of essentials. Cans of bean, two-minute noodles and anything else that is shelf stable and that can keep me from needing to do another shop for as long as possible.

Sighing to myself I search for the best sales on cans of tomatoes, sighing as I grab some of the home brand and cram them along with the other cheap and nasty items filling the basket. It wasn't easy to budget on zero income, especially while still paying rent in the city, the job hunt since being made redundant in my academic role having been less than fruitful.

With slumped shoulders I shuffle towards the frozen aisle, hoping to find some cheap source of vegetables, my ears perking up as  I hear a cute little chime from one of the aisles. A sharp giggling squeal erupts from a young woman standing next to a shelf of hair dye, her friend turning to her in confusion.

"I got a match!" the bubbly young blonde giggles, turning her phone around as her friend looks at the screen. The dark haired tan young woman pouts a little, her tongue briefly licking over her plump lips as she looks the picture almost lustfully.

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Five

With a coughing spasm I come to, my drenched naked body wracking itself with a violent bout of hacking coughs. Hair clings to my face and back, every muscle in my body aching from a full day of constant strain, and worst of all my sinuses feel filled to bursting.

With a deep breath I huff though my nose, my fit and firm abdominal clenching as I wheeze out another body rocking series of coughs. With a wet pop I feel something launch from my nose as I watch a thick clear glob of goo straight onto the drain, a loud slurping sound filling the shower as its sucked down the pipe.

My eyes go wide as the reality of the situation hits me like a tonne of bricks. With a shriek I dive at the drain, dropping to the tiled floor with a crash as I claw at the metal crate over the gurgling drain. The subtle blubbering of the thick ooze running through the pipes slowly grows distant, the sound eventually being drowned out entirely by the sound of the running water and approaching footsteps.

"You okay in there?" shouts a familiar voice, the same older and commanding shout now turning to a quieter yet still equally stern tone. "Heard you yell out."

Mastered PC - Part Eight

With the table set up I simply stand at attention behind it. Freed from the previous command I feel my body once more under my control, however, I remain still and silent out of fear of having Fiona make another demand of me.

Hours pass as students walk up and chat for a while, mostly men who who look over the curves on display between Fiona and myself before leaving once either of us ask for them to sign-up. It was obvious why I was hear, the Literature Club having been Fiona's baby since her first year even though it had barely managed to draw in enough members to be counted as a club at all.

With her new pupil she had at least found a second member, nearly halfway to the five required to hold the club together. However, as the sun sits high in the sky the sign up sheets still remain completely blank.

I hear as Fiona sighs next to me, my whole body shuddering as I hear the sound of her pen scratching out her thoughts in the notepad once again. Twisting in place I stare as Fiona's pen darts back and forth, the notepad getting filled with sentences before each is crossed out and another takes its place. Pursing her lips Fiona looks over me, only eventually piping up to mutter to herself.

Altered Egos - Part One

Groaning as I come to in the the early hours of the morning I try to scrunch my eyes shut, the faint light streaming in through the gaps in the curtains being enough to cause pain as my eyes adjust to the brightness. The groaning only grows worse as a loud thudding fills the room, a constant knocking at the front door.

"What time is..." I blurt out, rolling around in my bed as I wrack my brain for just who would be so eager to speak to me while I was still in bed.

However, as I lazily make my way to sling my legs over the edge of the bed the knocking simply does not cease. Between bursts of thumps and thuds against the wooden door I can hear a muffled voice saying something before knocking again.

Heaving myself up from the bed I stagger forward, my morning wood bouncing with the heavy steps within my tight boxers. As I shuffle across the floor, wiping the sleep from my eyes, I feel my foot snag something odd. Glancing down I spot a set of panties, the singular pair from a cheap black bulk set sending a chill down my spine as I remember where it had come from.

"Not doing that..." I sigh, shaking my head as I rub the bridge of my nose. "Definitely not doing AE again anytime soon."

Mastered PC - Part Seven

"You really grew up Jordy" Gracie cackles, smiling from ear to ear as she bites her lip playfully.

"You..." I begin to hiss, glaring at her as my hands begin to shake.

"Hey!" Gracie chirps, hoping down from the kitchen counter on which she had been seated. "Kev says you're heading to Latham today for a thing with Fiona. Can you give me a lift?" she asks, looking down at the phone before flashing a little grin. "I mean we're basically sisters... right?"

A chill runs down my spine as I catch her glancing at the phone, my lip quivering at the thought of what she could do to make sure I did just as she wanted. Balling up my delicate hand into a fist I glare at her, pursing my lips as I take a sip of the overly sweet yet frustratingly tasty coffee.

"Sure..." I hiss, watching as Gracie grins from ear to ear before she races off down the hallways.

"Sweet! Thanks..." she calls out, the sound of a door opening somewhere behind my echoing up through the house. "Just let me print my..." she begins to call out, the sound of her voice growing duller and duller before vanishing as the door closes behind her.

The Great Shift - Familiar Face - Part One

Shambling around my kitchen I struggle to get my coffee heated up, the kettle flickering and faulting as it sits in its small little holster. Groaning to myself I slowly begin to shuffle about the small cramped kitchen of my apartment, the thought of going out to buy a new kettle or out for an expensive barista coffee both leaving be wanting.

"For fucks sake..." I groan, running my hands though my short light brown hair as I lean back. For a moment I fiddle with the cable of the kettle's  stand, unfortunately my efforts producing little practical effect as the kettle itself simply splutters and whines.

Biting at my lower lip I stare at the failing appliance, a slight sigh slipping though my lips as I lean up against the counter behind me. It had been months since I lost my teaching job due to budget cuts, and the loss of the very necessary coffee provider was simply something I hadn't budgeted for.

"God damn..." I whine, bracing myself against the counter top across from me as my head throbs with what I can only think is a desperate need for caffeine. Something tugs at the back of my mind, a sensation that is almost painful as the pulling builds and builds by the minutes.

The Great Shift - Part Two

"For fucks..." I groan, stumbling back as I place my fingers to my temples. My head throbs and aches at ever more painful levels by the minute, the mere lack of coffee failing to explain the sudden mounting pain.

The heady throbs begin to ripple through my body as a whole, my six foot four frame suddenly buckling against the kitchen counter. Slow staggering breathes slowly slip from my lips, my head throbbing and aching as something new and foreign and new tries its best to force its way into the soft and supple gray matter within my skull.

"I..." I call out, my rapidly blurring vision becoming reddened from me as I find myself tumbling through a strange eclectic void. Start and frozen images and vignettes pass by as I find myself tumbling, the sudden twisting shift only lasting a matter of seconds.

With an uncomfortable and painful 'thud' I find myself pinned to my knees, my jaw forced open uncomfortably as something hot and throbbing sits resting in my throat. In a daze I let out a confused whimper, my soft and bubbly voice being muffled by the meaty shaft filling my mouth to the brim. My lips feel bloated, plumped and painted as they wrap around the oral intruder.

Bright red hair partially obscures my vision, a side fringe hanging over one eye while he other stares out at a mass of black pubic hair and designer dress pants. The scent of salt and sweat clings to my nostrils, my dainty and delicate nose flaring with each sharp and struggling breath.

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Four

Once more I'm met with the loud squeaking of plastic and sloshing of our liquefied forms, the shadow of an arm wrapping around us and shifting as the lights overhead pass us by. I try to make things out, the thump of car doors and the roaring of an engine being readily recognizable while the muffled chatter around me simply fades into a wall of noise.

In a flurry of motion the packaging is torn to shreds as a hand begins to snatch out the bottles one by one. The constant sickening motion makes it hard to make anything else, the sight of other neatly stacked packs of bottled water only momentarily sticking with me as I feel myself churning and my vision blurring with the ever present movement.

With another loud thud I find myself finally being able to come to rest, my unstable and sloshing form stilling swirling for a moment as the world around me spins slowly back into view. Focusing my vision I strain to make sense of the world around me, my warped vision struggling to take in the Long running track  stretching out ahead of me, the bottle having been placed next to the finish line.

With a loud crack of a starting pistol the ground begins to rumble, a wall of sound and agitation causing my world to rock and shift into a distorted blur. Faceless figures shift in the crowed bleachers nearby, each wearing bright primary colors as they cheer on the oncoming racers.

In a flash its all over, the hammering footfalls growing terrifyingly close before racing past in a blur. As the runners slow their pace the violent shaking slowly comes to a quiet end.

"FUCK!" screams a voice, the sound coming from a stomping figure as they make their way over towards me. Her voice with bright and full of passion, a slight nasal whine whistling out as she shouts. My world suddenly shifts as a lightly tan hand rips me up from the ground.

"Nobody likes a sore loser Caitl..." another voice chides, warm and soothing yet with an obviously cocky energy.

Suddenly, I feel myself slam into one side of the the and then the other. The plastic buckles and crunches as it hits the ground, the rough dirt track providing little in the way of cushioning as the cheap plastic prison is pushed to its limit.

"RIGHT!" shouts a booming voice, my gelatinous body quivering on instinct as the commanding tones of the older woman ring out over the field. "Caitlyn Marshal Stewart! Go cool off!"

"But..." whines the chirpy voice, only to be cut off shouting of the older woman once again.

"Now!" she barks, my bottle quickly being snatched up from the track as I'm carried elsewhere.

The cheering of the crowd quickly fades as the sound of angry stomping footfalls soon take their place. From the dirt track, to grass and then to pavement, the steady and powerful strides ring out as I begin to spot a pair of heavily worn white sneakers lurching past the bottom of the bottle.

A loose neon green singlet acts like a curtain around me, my transparent cell being pressed and held against the poorly fitted top. Before long the harsh baking heat of the sun vanishes, the sound of a door being kicked open soon leading me into a quiet an echo-filled room.

"Fucking Marissa" the bright voice snaps, grunting as my bottle is hurled across the fluorescent light filled room. I clatter to the floor with another crumpling slam, the sight of pale blue tiles filling half my vision as lockers line the walls.

As my strangely warped vision slowly stabilizes, I watch as my seeming abuser rips open one of the lockers causing the thin metal door to shake and rattle. Scowling intensely she begins to search through the locker, grabbing a towel and bottle of soap before slamming the door closed again.

It's difficult to tell from my warped vision, but the young woman is undoubtedly on the taller side and easily stands at around five foot eight or even nine. Her long pale blonde hair is pulled back into the tightest of ponytails, a black hairband holding back any errant strands from getting into her dark brown eyes. She slender and narrow jaw line and dimpled cheeks give her an almost cute appearance, the delicate features marred by a bend in the bridge of her button nose and a small pink scar running across it.

As she strides over she quickly begins to rip off the green tank top, hurling the cheap synthetic and heavily worn garment aside. She toned and slender body is bound lightly in a set of skin tight running sorts and a top that could better be considered a bra. Each item is a blend of dark gray and black, sections of material and accenting lines. The top holds her chest seemingly painfully tightly, her breasts remaining almost rock solid with each of her steps. The shorts however reveal a set of long and powerful legs, her thick and muscular calves and thighs flexing as she stomps over towards me.

The girl barely breaks her stride as she snatches me up from the floor, another series of curse words ringing out as she pushes open a cubicle door revealing a small shower.

"That bitch didn't even need to run in the semis..." she huffs, slamming the door behind her as she violently grabs at the top. "I'm dehydrated Ms Cameron..." she chirps in a mocking and dismissive tone, whipping the sports bra over to a small wooden shelf as her perky sizeable bust falls free. "I'm tired  Ms Caaaaamron" she continues, wriggling her flared hips free from the tight confines of her shorts as they cling to her sweat drenched body for dear life.

Her athletic frame is covered in distinct tan lines, her light tan ending right where the running gear had been moments ago. Her sweat soaked skin is otherwise remarkably pale ,the subtle tan likely being the extent she can muster before burning to a crisp. With a slight yelp she tugs at the hairband, her long blonde hair tumbling down to her shoulder blades as she yanks out several strands along with the tight black band.

With a thud I find myself placed beside the discarded clothes as the bottle of soap is dropped alongside me. With a crackling hiss the room fills with the round of running water, the young woman jumping under the powerful stream with a wince as she begins to shiver. Her small ghostly pale pink nipples soon stand at attention in the frigid cold, her shaking hand reaching back to adjust the faucet as she cools herself off.

Finally, a sigh of relief slips from her lips as she flashes just the faintest of smiles. Her hand slaps over to the shelf, snatching up the bottle of soap as she begins to bring it to her lips. Catching her mistake she lets out a frustrated grumble, pouring out a small blob of faint purple goo into her hand as she quickly begins to lather herself.

"I'm so fucking..." she sighs with exhaustion, her voice sounded drained beyond belief once all the excitement and anger was gone. Her sud covered hand quickly snatches at my bottle, grabbing it from the shelf as she places the soap back. "...And still cold?" she muses, shaking me slightly before twisting off the lid.

As she bring the top of the bottle to her lips I feel something surge inside me, the feeling of warmth and of her breath against my liquefied form basically calling to me. For a second I hear a scream, my whole body lurching up and out the top of the bottle as I frantically begin to worm and writhe my way towards that cozy and desperately needed warmth, before suddenly the world goes dark.

Feeling around in the darkness my... hand? limb? something brushes up against... something else. It's hard to describe, the object feeling full to burst and imposing as I lazily slide over it. It's warm though, and comforting to he touch.

After a moment however I'm shoved back as something lashes out, whatever was housed inside and wrapping itself around... whatever it is sensing my presence and violently trying to force me back. However, as the strange force whips around it begins to feel my faint and the lashing more distant. With each growing frantic motion the presence begins to slip away, its grip on its home failing it bit by bit.

Inching forward as brush against the object again, my phantasmal limb feeling the large and homey thing properly for the first time. It feels almost hollow, or at least the various ridges and chasms carved into it make it feel hollow, the slowly emptying space practically calling out to me to fill it.

The other presence quickly begins to fade as I slink over to the object, wrapping myself around it as I feel a warmth in my chest and breath filling my lungs for the first time in seemingly forever. I ooze into the crevices and gaps, my entire form slowly coming to rest in he strange space as I feel as though I'm about to fall asleep in a warm and comfortable bed.

With a coughing spasm I come to, my drenched naked body wracking itself with a violent bout of hacking coughs. Hair clings to my face and back, every muscle in my body aching from a full day of constant strain, and worst of all my sinuses feel filled to bursting.

With a deep breath I huff though my nose, my fit and firm abdominal clenching as I wheeze out another body rocking series of coughs. With a wet pop I feel something launch from my nose as I watch a thick clear glob of goo...

Mastered PC - Part Six

As I begin to slowly shuffle through the unfamiliar house I catch Gracie's voice coming from the kitchen, her tone mocking and playful.

"I know you love her just the way she is..." she chuckles with a little sigh. "You wouldn't have gone into my fucking room otherwise" she grumbles, obviously still upset with the invasion of her private space. "I'm just saying... If you could change anything about Jordan..." she muses, pausing for a second ominously. "What would you change?"

My heart skips a beat, my pace quickening as I begin to race towards the kitchen. Just a few steps from the living room I hear Kevin begin to respond, my blood running cold as he answers. After a pause, Kevin finally mutters in hushed tones "I kinda wish...her tits were… you know… bigger" Kevin mutters, his attempt to speak quietly not quiet working in the echoy home. 

Mastered PC - Part Five

Staring up at the ceiling I struggle to focus my vision, sweat and hair partially blinding me as I gasp hungrily for air. I wince as I feel the once thick and rock hard cock inside me begin to shrink away, the withering dick soon sliding out with a wet pop as Kevin rolls over.

"Did... did you..." Kevin pants, winded after the short tryst between the sheet. "You know... Cum?"

It had only been a minute or two, if even that. However, despite his lack of stamina my body seemed more than compatible with his own. Once? Twice? It was hard to tell, a simple "Uh huh..." being all that I can mutter as I weakly shift beneath the sheet.

Rolling my head to the side I twist to look at the mirror, my gaze falling on the sight of a sweaty young woman with a dazed look in her eyes and a delighted grin spread across her face. It take a moment to register who I was even looking at, the smile vanishing with a squeak as I bring a hand to my mouth.

Suddenly, a rattling comes from deeper in the house as the sound of heavy stomping around soon follows.

"Kevin!" cries the familiar voice of Gracie, her shouting sounding exhausted and almost out of breath. "Kev! Are you home!? You with anyone!?"

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Three

With a deep breath Carmen turns back towards me, her slowly plodding gait soon bringing her looming over me. Reaching down she moves to take her bag, pouring out the contents onto the table with a loud series of thuds. Between several labelled containers, each baring the name of a member of her book club, a number of small unmarked vials and water bottles come rolling out. Each of the bottle sit filled with clear liquid as one would expect, however, quite a few appear resealed and somewhat heavier than the others.

"It was the cheapest option" Carmen mutters, grabbing one of the sealed bottles before quickly beginning to drink from it. After a few seconds she turns to pour the water out, filling the cups carefully as she leaves some in the bottle itself. Leaning down with a groan, the doughy blonde carefully lifts my bowl, tilting it towards the open bottle as I find myself slowly oozing over the edge.

"You're the last one" she muses absentmindedly, poking at my gelatinous form as she forces it down the narrow neck of the bottle. "It took far longer than I wanted to get everyone's choices all organized and ready, though..." she mutters, watching as the last of me slides into the bottle. Carmen quickly gives my plastic prison a quick swirl, my thick form taking on the water as I feel myself thinning out.

"It really gave me time to think..." Carmen chuckles, adding a little more water to the bottle as she tries to fill it back to the same amount it had previously. "And I think...This vacation may be a more permanent affair for all of us. Shame I 'misplaced' all of you" she states with a knowing smirk, a slight manic look in her eyes as she slowly begins to place the water bottles back into her bag.

Mastered PC - Part Four

My stomach sinks as I spy my bony yet rather plain hips, the fairly narrow pelvis leaving me with a rectangular build.

"It's... It's gone..." I squeak with a long pained wheeze, my hand shuddering as I try to work up the courage to reach down towards the flat section of clingy cotton between my legs. In a rush the memories all start to flood back, between finding the Master PC program and finding the fighting women in my apartment.

"Those... They..." I blubber erratically, my heart rate spiking as I feel it practically lodge in my throat. My hands shift to the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white as I grip the sheets with as much intensity as I can muster. My mind races as I continue to simply stare down at my lanky pale limbs and bobbing bust, the subtle teardrops shifting with each gasping breath.

"I... I need to..." I begin to blurt out, only to clam up as I hear the doorknob jostle and shake.

With a short squeak I pull up the blanket as the door swings open, my frightened gaze falling on a shy and pale dark haired young man creeping in with a hand behind his back. 

Booted by the Book Club - Part Two

"It's why I really needed you to finish that tea" she states, heaving herself up to her feet with her heavier form. "You see, the club and I were wanting to trial a bit of a refresh and someone was more than eager to give your body a bit of a test drive on our... holiday" Carmen explains, fiddling with 'her' purse as she slowly approaches my slumped form.

"We all picked someone" she explains, scowling for a moment as she purses her borrowed lips. "Margaret was just a little... well she is a lovely and caring woman, love her to pieces. However, she couldn't bring herself to do... well this" Carmen states, rolling her eyes as she begins to loom over the bowl in which I lay.

"I mean how was she going to do this to her neighbors, let alone her new daughter" Carmen continues, her eye twitching as she fumbles around in the bag for something. As she finally stands beside me she slowly pulls out an old kimchi jar filled with clear goo, a label reading 'Hae-Woon' sitting stuck to the side. I'm forced to watch as the doughy blonde woman twists the red cap off of the rounded plastic jar, the oozing clear creature inside shuddering slightly as its suddenly exposed to the air of the apartment.

As the jar inches close and closer to my blank and vacant face Carmen seems to grow a little nervous, her pudgy hands shaking a little as she slowly bring the container right beneath my former chin. Suddenly, the goo ripples and leaps from the old jar, the clear gel spreading out and thinning into smaller tendrils as it grapples and clings to my body's head. 

"Jesus..." Carmen wheezes, placing a hand to her chest as she drops the now empty jar to the floor. "That still scares the shit out of..." she mutters, pausing as she slowly squeezes her large sagging chest with a bit of a wince. "Almost there..." Carmen sighs, huffing loudly through her borrowed nostrils. "I am done wearing Maggie."