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.
In an instant my vision returns, the acrid scent in the air filling my lungs as I let out a pained hacking cough. With each heaving of my chest I feel my back ache and a set of straps dig painfully into my shoulders, the massive jostling weight resting in a set of sweaty foul cups sending my stomach churning and twisting into knots.
Sweaty brown hair dangling in front of my eyes, the dark strands smelling faintly of lavender while a thick layer of grime clings to them. Staring down my breath catches in my chest, my eyes going wide as I find myself staring at a perky shelf of flesh carefully and tightly bound in a white button up shirt and a black jacket. A small metal name tag sits clipped to the breast pocket, my hand reaching up to it as I twist the metal about with my delicate pale fingers.
"Mackenzie..." I croak, my throat crackling and dry as a rich and warm womanly voice creeps out underneath.
As I let the go of the name tag my gaze locks to my hand, a soft whimper escaping my lips as I stare at the delicate golden band resting beside a another adorned with a small diamond.
"Married?..." I muse, my eyes slowly beginning to ache and water as I reach up to rub at them. Exhaustion grips my body from head to toe, the aching in my back and the throbbing inside my heel demanding that I sit down somewhere soon. Staggering back a little I bump into someone, my whole body whipping around as I feel a hand brush carelessly against my tight and pert rear.
I'm soon left staring at a curvy Latina in her early thirties, her busty and wide-hipped form practically drooling over itself as she quickly begins to wriggle out of her tight pencil skirt and unbutton her blouse. Whipping my head around, my cheeks flushing at the lewd display, I watch as the Swap Clinic device is sealed up by a group of gas mask wearing men and women.
The stage soon plays host to a host of young men and woman, their clothes disappearing into a pile of discarded garments as the youthful horde throws each other around in a chorus of moans. Mousy and otherwise shy looking bookish women are soon pinning broad shouldered and athletic men, the dainty and frail girl's fucking themselves on their new living sex toys while other women and men pour in around them to grind on exposed limbs and faces or shove tongues down one another's throats.
Staggering back, my heels clicking against the wooden floor, I slowly begin to pace back towards the door. Dozens of men and women stagger about the basement, some tearing up as they poke and prod at bloated bellies and wrinkled faces while others merely stand slack-jawed and in awe as that pat gently at themselves.
As I reach the door I feel a hand on my shoulder, my body whipping around once again as I find myself staring eye to eye with the bikini clad black women. She holds out a small orange card, the same the young man had used to get us in in the first place with a new date scrawled onto it.
"Uh... thanks..." I blurt out, blinking rapidly as I try to clear my eyes of their demand for rest and sleep. Snatching the card from her I quickly begin to stagger up the stairs, my body moving all too naturally while it also struggles to stand after whatever it had been through.
Reaching the top of the stairs I just keep walking, my body lurching and moving me down alley and side-street until I soon find myself standing in a parking lot. My eyes narrow, my stomach sinking as I ponder just how I even ended up here, before my hands plunge into the jacket pockets in search of warmth only to find a set of keys. Pressing the car fob I watch as a large black SUV honks and its lights flicker, my eyes going wide as I slowly approach it and spot the two children's seats in the back.
"Fuck... me..." I wheeze, my heart hammering in my chest as I pace around the car. "This is... I can't be..." I blubber, my mind struggling to keep up with everything as I open the door and slide inside.
As the cabin light turns on I quickly adjust the mirrors, using them to finally look at my new face. My jaw drops as I stare into my new reflection, the dull hazel eyes staring back at me at the thirty-something year old woman in the mirror appears to copy my look of shock.
Her greasy dark brown hair hangs a little bellow her shoulders, the layers of grime and sweat causing it to glimmer in the light of car. Her wide hazel eyes carry deep dark bags beneath them, the lack of any real luster behind the pools of green brown likely being in part due to the sheer exhaustion gripping me.
Her slender and dainty jawline and high cheek bones reflect her skinny frame, her chest appearing to have consumed most of her excess body fat as the prodigious bust sits high and perky thanks to the well-fitted albeit gross feeling bra. Her thin lips part as she sits slack jawed in the drivers seat, the soft lips painted a deep red as some of the lipstick clings to her slightly coffee stained teeth.
"Holy shit..." I groan, reaching out to the steering wheel as I feel my arms squeeze my new bust. My gaze turns to my left hand, locking to the rings adorning my finger. "I'm... married... that's... good?" I murmur, wincing as I feel my neck twinge as I adjust myself in the seat.
"Maybe I can get a back rub or something..." I sigh, rolling my narrow shoulders as I feel the joints pop and creak as the bra straps only dig in deeper. "I'm going to fucking need it this week..."
Looking at the orange card one last time I slide the thing into my jackets inside pocket, my hand then quickly turning the keys as the car splutters to life. The dash's screen flickers as it brings up the default splash page for the GPS, my hand quickly tapping at the only option my body yearned for in this moment.
'Home'
"Mac... Ken...Zie..." my lips smack as I drive along the quiet streets out into the suburbs, the tired woman's voice repeating her new name over and over as I try to drill it into my head. "I wonder if she has a nickname... if I have a nickname..." I muse, yawning loudly as I weave and wind down the curving backstreet off the main road and between basic cookie-cutter houses.
"It's just a week..." I mutter, inhaling deeply as I feel the seat belt shift to dig deeply into my cleavage. "... Just a week long holiday from my... my me... then it's back..." I babble, the GPS chiming for the end of our trip as I pull up into the driveway of a large family home. "... home..."
Another car sits up in the drive way, the broad slab of concrete being large enough to fit two of these overly large vehicles. The second is a deep green, the huge four-wheel drive coated in a layer of mud and dust around the wheel wells as camping and fishing gear sits stacked up in the back and the trunk.
The front garden is nearly non-existent, the area largely being paved with small paths with only a scant few sections of grass and flowering bushes sitting to brighten up the place and act as a wall before the plain wooden border fence.
Inside a light flickers in the window, the shifting colors leaving the impression of a television flickering in an otherwise dark room.
The word 'Bedroom' flashes through my mind, the errant thought not getting a chance to cause concern as I feel my tired body ache and yearn for the sweet relief of bed. Groaning to myself I slowly pull up next to the mud-caked SUV, my body practically lurching out of the car and towards the front door as I fumble with the keys.
With a sort rattle I manage to find the keyhole, the tumbler sticking a little before finally giving way as the door swings open. Staggering inside I'm soon met with the sound of...
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