The Swap Meet: Underground - Part Two

Frantically wiggling I try to slosh myself up and out of the sides of the cup, the fight or flight response wracking my mind cover coming any rational thought of what I would do next.

However, before I can make any sort of progress I feel my world quickly lurch once more. Lacking any of the care or practice of the masked figure, I am suddenly heaved up as a warm breath rips down and into the cup. My view is quickly filled with a horrifying view, a wide and gaping maw that parts as it hungrily awaits for me to fall inside.

I scramble as best I can to hold on, my whole oozing body straining to cling to the smooth plastic. However, with only a slight shake I find myself hurtling down before my vision is swamped by darkness of the massive lips seal around me.

I frantically try to grip to anything, to the long slimy and trashing tongue or the broad and immense feeling teeth. However, it only takes a tilt of the head and one long hard swallow to send me cascading down further as I feel myself narrow out before losing consciousness once again.

Twisted Testing - Part Five

Watching as Fiona goes to the cafe, leaving several minutes after with a coffee and muffin in hand as she wanders into the boutique, I sit and stew in the car. My head pounds, the ache behind my eyes returning as I ruminate over our brief argument.

"Cute..." I mutter dimly, my voice lacking much conviction in it as I slowly find my gaze lingering on a broad brimmed mustard yellow hat with a thick black ribbon tied into a bow. In an instant my head ache ends, the throbbing building to a sharp pain before vanishing as I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Fuck it..." I huff, opening the door as I kick my legs out and haul my body from the car with a little jump. "... It's just one outfit... then I can try... something else..."

My pout simply refuses to leave my adorable face as I stumble across the wet asphalt in the oversized shoes before quickly hopping to the foot path and ducking into the quaint little clothing store.

I'm immediately met with the scent of freshly pressed linen and vanilla bean, the soft scents hanging in the air and acting to accentuate cozy nature of the boutique. The brick wall are painted a bright white and the floorboards are a light shade of brown, the colors likely being aimed to make the narrow storefront feel a little bit larger.

A long set of shelves run down the center of the shop, dividing it up into two walkways leading down either side of the shop. Along the walls sit a series of racks and stands, the eclectic mix of furniture playing host to different articles of clothing.

Twisted Testing - Part Four

Letting out a sigh of relief I ease back into the seat, my feet kicking in the air absentmindedly as I sink deeper and deeper into the plush and well worn cushions. Through the pounding in my skull I try to think about my next steps, my gaze shifting down the my shrunken body before returning to my phone as I bring up my banking app.

With a quick confirmation of the new deposit I turn off the screen, my shoulders rolling a little as I test and enjoy the freshly reformed joints.

"Okay... first things first... I'm going to need some clothes that actually fit... this..." I grumble, looking down at my drastically shrunken yet remarkably curvy and overtly feminine body.

Sitting up I groan a little, feeling the heavy weight on my chest sag as my skin is pulled taut by the soft flabby mounds. Using my left arm I let the head sized rack rest on the delicate and slender limb, finding a pleasant relief as I slowly glance around the room in search of something to wear.

Wracking my brain I struggle to really think of anything that would really fit me, my thoughts turning momentarily to my sweaters before I let out a little sigh. "I'll just wear the stupid shirt..." I grumble, standing up and feeling the air ruff up between my legs and against my exposed mound.

Shuddering at the sensation, my heart pounding at the thought of going outside without pants let alone underwear I quickly shake the thought from my head.

"It'll be quick... really quick..." I huff, snatching up my keys and my wallet as I stumble over to the front door.  

The Swap Meet: Underground - Part One

Slowly walking down the winding and poorly lit steps, my hand clutching the heavily used and tarnished bronze handrail to my left for support, I try to keep the clean cut young man ahead of me in sight. Heavily worn red carpet clings to each step, the decades of disrepair leaving the wooden boards beneath visible in footprint shaped patches to the left and right of the narrow stairwell.

The air is filled with the heady scent of perfumes and incense, an overwhelming musk of bright artificial floral blending with deeper warmer aromas in an effort to cover something up. Still, as we wander down the steps something begins to sting my nostrils and burn at the back of my eyes.

I take a stumbling step as I inhale deeply, my nose quickly filling with something viscous as my ears begin to ring.

The young redheaded man, noticing my staggering, pauses before reaching back to take my arm. His pale icy blue eyes catch the flickering light of the candles lining the walls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he too begins to wobble a bit.

"Just a bit further..." he coughs, snorting loudly as he tries to force back the building gunk in his sinuses. "... Not going to turn tail now are you?" he chuckles, his broad shoulders bending back in a stretch as his chest strains against the skin tight black shirt he had practically painted onto himself.

Second Class Swaps - Part One

"So... How has the job search been going?" the woman across from me mutters, the bookish and dark-haired academic leaning in a little to sit at the steaming hot latte as she pulls a little at her navy blue scarf.

Despite having broken up over a year ago Fiona and I had still caught up regularly, our lives having been enmeshed for so long that it was hard at this point to simply not remain friends.

"Well... about the same as it has been..." I grumble back, having received a fresh batch of rejections this morning. I watch as my former girlfriend purses her lips a little, a slight bit of foam from the coffee clinging to them as she seems to ponder something.

"I think Latham is hiring again, you know... after all the lay-offs" she muses, raising one of her somewhat pudgy fingers to her chin in thought. It had been well over a year at this point, a year since myself and many of my colleagues had been forced out of academia due to 'over-hiring' during the pandemic.

I feel a pang of frustration at the news along with a slight elation, annoyance that they seemed to have let me go for nothing blending with a hope that I could just slip back given my prior experience.

"Really?" I cough, spluttering a little into my own coffee as I choke down a half-sip. "Maybe I should..."

"Yeah..." Fiona mutters as she cuts me off absentmindedly. "Mrs Mawab said we needed to bring in some more people for diversity. I mean you remember how much of a... sausage..." she giggles, her laughter turning to an awkward chuckle as she looks over my rapidly souring expression. "... sorry..." she mutters, turning to attention back to her coffee as she sips more in an effort to keep from speaking.

'Borrowed' Body - Part Five

Inching in I quickly walk over to the bed, my petite form dropping to the overly soft squishy mattress with a thud as I spill a few drops of wine on the pillow case.

I can't help but groan at the sight of the slowly growing stain, my head craning up as I take a few more gulps of the wine. "I'm so fuckin' stupid..." I groan, glaring for a moment at the glass as though it could just be the wines fault.

With one hand clutching the glass I begin to unzip the jacket, revealing white v-necked top and the generous cleavage beneath the white padded jacket. "Bitch sure has a style..." I grumble, reaching down as I begin to move to unbuckle and peel the skin tight jeans off of me.

"Though... like... it does look super cute..."

As the jeans slide down my slender yet soft thighs, the denim and elsatine blend relaxing as it glides over my soft supple thighs and down past my calves. I give my legs a wiggle, shaking them as I kick the pants off as I'm left staring down past a perky shelf of lightly tan flesh to a set of cute white panties adorned with a tiny pink bow.

I'm forced to muffle a squeal as I spot the cutesy underwear, my dainty feet kicking excitedly as I revel in just how adorable they are. Reaching up to my top I quickly begin to shimmy out of the thing, wriggling my shoulders as I yank the white cotton shirt over my head before partially blinding myself in a cascade of platinum blonde hair.

Twisted Testing - Part Three

"Okay..." I mutter, sealing the bottle before placing it in the back of a draw for safe keeping. "... That's done... now..." I weakly croak, my voice catching as I grab the identical container in all but label that had come along in the package.

Rattling the bottle a bit I feel the large pill jostle and shake around, another confirmation that there was only a single pill inside. Swallowing hard I pop the cap, holding out my hand as I shake the pill out.

Watching as the contents roll out I find myself staring at the Pink Pill, my pulse spiking as I realize womanhood is in my future. My stomach quickly begins to twist itself into knots, a sinking feeling soon follows as I squeeze my thighs around the flaccid organ resting between them.

"God damn it..." I huff, taking a long exhale in an effort to calm myself down. "I mean... I knew what I was going into..." I mutter, putting the empty bottle back down before shuffling off towards the living room.

"... But this is still..." I sigh, dropping into my well-loved and threadbare green sofa with a thud. "... Going to be weird..."

New Body, New World - Part Three

"Are we interested in any?..." it asks, slowing to a stop as it stands beside the towering orc woman we had originally started with. "Perhaps Rarghosh't... Bane of Havoc Ridge again..." it states, looking to me as if expecting a response.

"Oh I... I don't know..." I respond, looking over the nearly seven foot tall green skinned woman as my pulse quickens. "I mean... does she have magic or... what am I even saying..." I blurt out, the figure not wasting any time in its response.

"No magic..." it states, pointing at one of the orc woman's bulging biceps. "Just physical prowess... Head of Goretusk Tribe via combat... Social power too..." the figure continues, it's hood slowly inching closer as it draws in towards me.

"Again... Are we interested in any?..." the figure asks, getting close enough that I can almost make out the withered features hidden beneath the voluminous patches of cloth. "... Do you wish to see more... or can we make deal?" 

Pausing for a moment I look over the aisles of dimly lit fantastical forms, the other patrons quickly finding their chosen bodies among them from aristocrat to zebra-folk. Inhaling deeply I try to race back through all I had seen before, my mind rushing through all the stops along the way and any cursory glance I may have made between each stop.

"Um..." I cough, clearing my throat as I glance towards one of the closer aisles. My gaze falls on the black silky hair and pale purple skin of the horned woman, my heart catching in my chest as I begin to ask a question. "How long do... Succubus-Borne live? 

'Borrowed' Body - Part Four

Reaching into my pocket I pull the phone back out, clutching it in two hands as the notification drops down from the top once more to read.

 'Upload Complete'

"What a fucking bitch..." I grumble, unhappy with how Steph had gone about this whole endeavor. It's not like I could have done anything though, my dazed state and tiny frame lacking much in the way of the requisite physical or mental prowess to maneuver around her betrayal of that poor young woman. "Guess I'm... like... the bully now or something..."

Pursing my lips and twisting them from side to side I open up the phones calendar, my gaze falling on the first item tomorrow morning.

 "Cross Fit - Taylor Session <3" - 7am 

I can't help but groan aloud as I read the time, my lips curling into a grimace at the idea of having to wake up well enough ahead of time to even make the appointment. Worse yet, I feel my breath catch and my heart hammer home in my chest as I read the name accented by the little heart.

"Who the fuck is Taylor?" I whisper to myself, the warm giddy feeling rumbling up from my butterfly filled stomach telling me more than I really cared to know. Still, as I read the calendar my shoulders only slump further, the day seeming far more filled than the former blonde had let on.

Twisted Testing - Part Two

Slumping forward I slowly crane my neck back up, my eyes falling on the grinning visage of the woman on the screen.

"I guess... when do we start?' I ask, the woman quickly responding with a giddy clap.

"Today!" she chirps, her whole body leaning forward as she begins to type and click at her computer. "I will have one of our couriers come to your apartment in the next hour or two.. Oh this is so exciting! Thank you Mr Hughes, I promise you won't regret this. Let me just..."

"Okay but what are you sending me?" I grumble, my lips pursed as I feel my stomach begin to sink.

"Oh... right..." the woman remarks, her eyes going wide as she realizes that she had just completely skipped over that part. "I was thinking we would get you to try X-Change Co-Ed, a pill designed to give you the body of an eighteen to twenty-two year old."

With a few more taps at the keyboard and a click of her mouse the woman beams a grin from ear to ear. Moments later my phone begins to buzz, rattling its way across the coffee tab briefly as it tries to alert me to a message.

"Done" the woman coos, her hazel eyes returning to look my way as I lean over to read the message on my dimming phone.

'Your Order 'IT-0001785" is on its way'

Twisted Testing - Part One

"Once again..." the soft spoken woman on the monitor coos, pausing for a moment just to take a sip of water as she quickly mutes and un-mutes her microphone. "...We cannot thank you enough for your interest in our program Mr Hughes" she continues, adjusting her dark framed glasses before sliding a lock of black hair behind her pale pierced ear.

I squirm a little in my seat, my hands clammy and my heart fluttering nervously as I stare down at the woman on my laptop's screen. Clearing my throat I begin to speak, my gaze darting to my own image in the teleconferencing window as I make sure I look presentable.

"It's alright, I just wasn't expec..." I begin to chirp back, the dark haired woman soon cutting me off as is want to occur when talking over the internet.

"It's just that..." she begins pausing as she jumps a little. "Oh, my apologies Mr Hughes. I was just wanting to say we don't normally get people seeking employment as a tester with your sort of education."

"Like I said, it's alright" I say back, rubbing the back of my neck. "I figured that might be why you asked for a call. I received the offer just fine, but... well..." I mutter, trailing off as I stare over at the formal notice sitting beside the computer on the coffee table, the subject line still sending chills up my spine.

'Welcome to the X-Change Family'

New Body, New World - Part Two

 "Shall we...?" the figure croaks, its towering form heading back towards the rows of men and woman before I weakly join in behind it.

Shuffling along I look out through the rows of slumped and seemingly lifeless forms of all shapes and sizes. My eyes go wide as the balding man a few rows down approaches the slumbering snake woman, his hand reaching out to her fanged maw. In an instant he is gone, the woman lunging forward on instinct as her jaw hinges and her lips rapidly slide down the mans torso and past his legs and feet.

I let out a cry of shock, my embarrassing shriek soon being followed by various other 'patrons' around the warehouse as we watch the bulge that was the middle aged man slide down the dark haired woman's throat and into the bulk of her long scaled body.

Suddenly, her eyes flash with a faint sickly green light as her whole body shudders. Before long her fit seems to die down, the wide eyed stare stemming from her predatory eyes being far removed from the vacant stare of the rest of the bodies around us.

"Thissssss..." she hisses, her naked upper body lurching backwards and forward as if struggling to stay upright. "Will take ssssssome getting usssed to" she cackles, a long forked tongue flickering from her lips as her hands quickly set out fondling her sizeable chest gleefully.

"Each require filling... different body... different means" the robed figure ahead of me explains, pausing for a moment as he gestures to a nearby coffin. "We start here, yes?"

Character Recreation - Part Four

Standing in shock I'm only broken from my stunned silence as a soft chime comes from the laptop as a nearby phone begins to buzz, on both screens the same remainder popping up.

'9:30 - Pump' 

My heart skips a beat before it begins to hammer even harder, the aching in my chest and the slowly building wet patch in my robe screaming at me for attention and release. With a sharp hiss the coffee machine begins to release a dribble of dark aromatic coffee, the sound of the pressure release causing my to jump as I feel my soft squishy body jiggle with the sudden movement.

Behind me seems to have been the lion share of the kitchen, with an over and stove top surrounded by marble countertops lined with various appliances and conveniences. A chill runs up my spine as I spot a drying series of plastic parts, the small bottles along with the shield and plastic tubes.

Beside the mess of tubes and pump parts sit an appliance made of clear and black plastic, the inside containing a series of small bottles standing upright and cleaned to perfection.

"Shit..." I croak, my hand reaching up as I feel my breasts through the thick white plush robe. While the warm fabric yields under my touch the sagging mound beneath feels almost painfully tight and full, the heavy hanging weight having grown more so as something rather obvious had built up inside it.

'Borrowed' Body - Part Three

With one final slurp I feel my senses slip away, an all consuming darkness flooding over me as I'm left floating in a void with only my howling grunting thoughts to keep me company and to let me know I'm alive. Pain shudders through my ethereal skull as I feel things begin to click back into place, my disjointed thoughts finally managing to grasp a coherent sentence.

"Fuuuuuck, oh my gawd what the fuck is even happening?" I think, my mind reeling as I listen to my thought rattle in my head with a dim vapid lilt. "What the... that is NOT how I fucking sound! I sound like a..." I shout in my head, the world snapping back as I find myself once again in a humming metal chamber.

"...fucking bitch..." Madi huffs under her breath, her gaze locked to the computer as she doesn't seem to register I had come to. After another few moments she looks up, her deep brown eyes darting between the two pods before hissing. "Okay, done. Now where's my money?" 

I sway back and forth in the metal chamber, blonde hair dangling back and forth into my field of view as my soft pouty lips part and my eyes stare ahead dimly. My head pounds, the warping of the gray matter inside my shrunken skull leaving me struggling to even string together a decent thought.

"Warm..." I manage to think to myself, the thick warm parka around me and the fuzzy boots on my sweaty feet at least working to fight back the chill. My hearing is slightly muffled by the heavy hood extending up over the jacket, the white jacket and fake fur around it framing my view of the auburn haired girl.

"So... about that..." my normal voice calls out with a deep chuckle, the sound of it coming from the other side of the room sending a shiver up my spine. "You do know that you could lose your job for this right? Maybe even wind up in prison? New deal, how about we don't turn you in and you stop harping on about money."

New Body, New World - Part One

Winds howls through the streets as I push against my car door, the rumbling soon shifting to a sharp whistle as I try to force the door open against the buffeting wind. With a harsh and somewhat pained grunt I lurch forward, the door catching a wild gust before swinging open on its own with a loud metallic crunch.

For a moment the sound of bend metal and plastic echos through the industrial district before disappearing beneath the roar of the wind around me and the dull hum and thud of the factories in the distance.

In an instant my teeth are set chattering, the wind chill immediately cutting to my bones. I begin to shake, my hands sliding quickly into my pockets in search of warmth as my torso is left to fight for itself beneath its simple shirt and threadbare sweater. Trudging forward I shove the car door with my hip only to find it stuck, the stubborn thing only slamming shut with the help of one good kick. 

"Fu... fuck this..." I huff, my breath turning to a thick fog as I speak with a shudder. "Couldn't it have been a different night?"