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.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Six

"Okay... okay..." I pant, taking a series of deep breaths as I get the car started. "Step one, I need to get out of here. This girl was a cheerleader, at least in college so... somewhere without a local college I guess..."

As I carefully reverse out of the parking lot I strain to get a sense of the steering wheel, my dainty fingers fumbling with the thick plastic ring as I'm forced to relearn to drive or at least how the damn thing handles with this new body.

"... Donovan Ranges were always nice this time of year..." I muse, nibbling my lip as I slowly pull out into the quiet suburban street before mentally mapping out the quickest way to the highway. "Small towns... plenty of people coming and going for hikes and camping and..." I continue, biting down hard as I squeeze my thighs together and relish the sensation of athleticism and fitness that I had lacked for over a decade at this point.

"... and I suppose I could enjoy the exercise too" I laugh, my voice coming out in a cutesy giggle as I finally get onto a main road and on the way out of the city as a whole.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Five

With a deep breath I begin to eye up the clothes on the floor, my heart hammering in my chest and ringing in my ears as I try to plan out my next steps.

"Okay... tough choice..." I huff, biting down firmly on the inside of my cheek as I try to piece together my thoughts. "I still have the car... for now..." I muse, realizing just how much I would be losing in this exchange. "No ID... no education... going to the bank is going to be..." I continue, patting at my pocket as I think about how managing things was going to be far harder than before.

A smile slowly forms on my lips as I squeeze my wallet, my mind turning to the cash scattered through the boxes in my back seat.

"I guess that cash is going into the mattress for a bit" I giggle, bouncing a little in excitement as I feel my heaving bust and plump rear jiggle along with the movement. "Though I guess $250,000 is more of a mattress in an of itself..."

Running my tongue across my plump lips I glance over the clothes scattered around the room, my gaze drifting to my own oversized outfit as I slowly begin to formulate my plan.

"Well..." I mutter, reaching for the stretchy set of shorts that made up part of a cheer uniform. As I grab the medallion for a brief moment I feel my whole body shudder as a static buzz crawls across my skin. "... This should have some options" I wheeze, my voice pitching up from what was once rich and full to a soft bubbly coo.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Four

"Okay..." I mutter, taking a mental note as I lean in to the mirror and look over my delicate lightly tan face. "Tall young woman... at least I could use some of my clothes I guess..." I muse, reaching over to the medallion as I grab it along with another item of clothing with baited breath.

"But what else..." I continue, my heart racing as the static charge rapidly shoots up my arm. "... Could I be..." 

As my grab the medallion I reach over to a bundle of stretch elastic beige fabric, the breathable material brushing against my long and delicate fingers. In an instant I feel my skin begin to burn, the light tan growing more and more pronounced by the second as the pale streaks on my shoulder rapidly vanish while the paleness below my waist heightens to a ghostly level.

My hips pop loudly, the pelvis rapidly flaring out as the waist band of my sweat pants stretch and side up and over the growing mass in my lower body. I can practically hear my thighs and ass gargle as soft squish fat pools into them, the taut skin fighting to contain the juicy flab and hold it in a delightfully plump and perky state.

As I hold up my t-shirt I watch as the defined abdominals vanish into a slim tan belly, my waist soon cinching in tightly as the air is forced from my lungs. My chest bubbles and grows, the fatty mounds growing more prominent as they push out at the dyed blue cotton before sagging just ever so slightly.

 I watch as the once delicate and slight youthful face in the mirror rounds out slightly, her cheeks growing more full and flushing as my eyes shift to a muddled hazel and grow to a delightful doe-like stare. My lips plump up, the pink cushions growing soft and enticing while the dark shoulder length hair curls slightly as it shifts to an auburn hue and rapidly descends down to my lower back.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Three

As I carefully navigate the narrow city streets I turn my mind to the plan once again, my options having been narrowed down slightly after having completed my spur of the moment heist.

I simply wasn't going to be able to return to the apartment, not even temporarily to borrow someone else's life for a bit. I couldn't risk it, not with what I had just done. With my thoughts turning back to what I had done I quickly snatch up the medallion and grab the purse, tossing the black bag from the car as I turn down a side street as I clutch the medallion to my sagging chest.

"Okay..." I croak, wincing as I listen to the raspy feminine voice slip from my thin dry lips. "I need a better body than..." I mutter, shuddering s I glance down at my elderly form for but a moment. "... This"

Pulling the car over I quickly take my phone from my pocket, my withered delicate fingers tapping loudly and slowly at the screen as I begin to look something up.

"I'm going to need to find a decent thrift store nearby. I mean between the city, airport and the university nearby there are plenty of people ditching old clothes that can work as a new body"

Making it with the Medallion - Part Two

My eyes go wide as I move to touch the face of the ancient necklace, my hand quickly retreating as I remember just what this was meant to be and what it could be capable of.

Taking a deep breath I try to focus, my thoughts turning from the pounding rhythm of my heart to the plan I had been cooking up for the past few days.

"Okay..." I sigh, trying to calm myself down through the haze of caffeine and excitement. "It's time to..." I mutter, my mind torn between the sheer scale of the options the medallion had just opened up for me.

Taking the last of my boxes into my arms, the grasp I hold on the medallion suring up to the point my knuckles practically glow white, I slowly begin to trudge out of the apartment and towards my car turned temporary home-to-be and storage unit.

There wasn't much left when all was said and done, mostly just books and old sentimental items along with the games I had collected for years that I had been unable to bring myself to sell. I listening to the jostling of old game cartridges as I reach the stairs, the sound of plastic clattering against plastic soon, giving way to the low rumble of the washing machines and dryers.

Early Reitrement - Part Three

Between glasses and a few minor cosmetic changes I quickly finish off, my eyes darting up to my cart as I add it to my calculator app. My lips quiver as I quickly begin to type away on the device, my pounding heart leaving my hands shaky as I try to avoid any sort of miscalculation.

"Five-forty-five... plus the three-hundred..." I huff, working out how much I would have left at the end of things and after buying my hypothetical house. "That between a high yield... and term deposits should equal...thirty-six thousand in income... so like... seven hundred a week..." I muse, slumping back in the seat as I stare at the cart in disbelief.

Biting my lower lip I reach up to the cart, slowly exhaling as I tap through to proceed wit the sales and purchases.

"I've lived off of less... and without rent... that's basically..." I ramble, trying to justify my decision only to be cut short the moment I tap 'Confirm'

"Mr Hughes!" shouts the woman from reception, the short middle-aged receptionist looking out around the room. "Mr Hughes, please come to the counter" 

Early Reitrement - Part Two

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the prices the Swap Clinic was offering without going into one of their branches. There was no way to tell just how much I would need to add to the rather ample sum I had been left as a part of my grandmother's inheritance. When she had passed, her large family home had been sold off as a part of the estate, the multi-story home having been bought for a reasonable sum in the 1940's now easily drawing in well over a million dollars.

For my part, my grandma had left me a sizeable chunk of the funds from that sale. The wayward grandson, the one seeming to flounder in his thirties apparently needing the leg up even more than her own daughters. 

I had left the lawyer's offices $750,000 dollars richer, and having drawn the ire and jealousy of many of my own family. Still, it was not enough to merely retire on, not without a home to call my own. However, a trip to Swap Clinic could easily solve that issue.

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Three

As she opens the door she looks outside, a smirk spreading across her borrowed lips as she places a hand on the small of my back.

"Actually, perhaps we can have a drink tomorrow.." she muses, shoving me out through the door almost violently with her newfound strength. "It looks like you need to get home" she chuckles, dropping her keys in the hall before slamming the door shut on my confused form as I hear a voice call out.

"Well hello there" coos Mr. Richards "Thought you'd be getting ready for date night?"

 

The man is a silver fox in the making, his dark brown hair only just starting to develop a few grays along his sideburns and in the gruff muzzle of five-o-clock shadow he calls a beard that runs down his firm and chiseled. A set of black glasses set on his nose, amplifying her gray-blue eyes as he looks down at me. Standing at only around 5'11" he is a bit shorter than I had been, though in my current state he manages to steal a few inches over me.

He is dressed in a tight white button-up shirt, a dark navy blue suit jacket slung over one shoulder while his of-hand holds a fine leather messenger bag. A stripped range, white, and blue tie hangs loose around his neck, having been let down over this trip home from the office. 

Despite his age, being somewhere in is very early forties, he still remained rather fit and healthy, looking more than able to pick up a sweet and curvaceous woman like Margaret without much trouble at all.

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Margaret grinning with a sly knowing smirk

 

The woman in her late thirties stands a good deal shorter than me, and even her step-daughter, easily only being between five foot five or five foot six. Her lightly tan skin appears to glow and compliment her honey blonde hair, the fraying and wiry mass constantly fighting to be free from her green clay headband and the black hair tie helping to form into a loose pony tail.

Her soft and rounded dough cheeks appear flushed and rosy, her slender red lips twisting into a mischievous smile as she cranes her neck to look into the apartment. Her hazel eyes, sparkling with little coppery flecks, dart about as she seems to take stock of the room behind me

A set of large form fitting jeans over her lower body, the dark blue fabric straining over her doughy and cellulite riddle backside and thighs. Her hips, while somewhat wide, become lost in her flab, leading to the waist of the pants to sink in seemingly painfully. A white t-shirt covers her upper body, her soft upper arms being lightly pinched by the sleeves while her sizeable saggy chest is held up by a plain cream-colored bra.

A large bag is slung over her shoulder, the jostling sound of paper and wood coming up from the hidden contents as she slips into the apartment.

Re: Job-Bod - Part Three

The roles keep flickering between each other for a while longer, holding for more and more time on each as it seems to grow more certain with it's decision. The crowd grows quiet, the sound of the band setting up in the Rent-a-Bod space and the shouts of those in the 'Innovation Center' being all that reverberates through the central hall.

Finally, the text seems to stop. The crowd along with blonde and myself waiting on baited breath for it to turn over one last time. As it sits on the role on screen longer and longer the crowd begins to cheer, the blonde soon taking her que, to gesture down at me.

"Let's hear it for the brand new TEACHER!" the blonde calls out, the crowd that had formed behind me cheering and hollering with excitement. I turn to face them, finding myself face to face with a sea of people, all eagerly looking between me and the image projected on the walls around us.

"If you'd just come this way" the blonde states, leaning down a little to speak to me directly. The blonde gestures to the side of the stage, towards a door leading off to what appears to be a back wing of the 'Innovation Center'.

"Uh..." I begin to mutter, squirm under the gaze of the woman above me and the audience behind me. "Wasn't this just a..." I continue, swallowing hard before croaking the finish. "A demonstration?"

The blonde chortles slightly in response, giving me a look of confusion and amusement.

"That's right..." she says slowly, cocking an eyebrow before looking at the computer. "A demonstration of, hopefully, our new process. The end of that process involves... you know..." the blonde continues, slowing down waiting for me to catch the drift without her outright saying it.

The crowd begins to murmur, muttering of confusion and frustration soon rumbling out.

The Swap Meet - Part Fifteen

"Okay..." I coos, nibbling at my lip as I watch the cute sweaty brunette in the mirror writhe in her seat not from arousal but from the cloying heat around her. "Home first" I mutter, throwing the gear into reverse as I begin to pull out.

"Where ever that is now..."

Slowly pulling out of the parking space I can't help but feel some pang of disappointment, the subtle rumbling of Sandra's even relatively modern sedan paling in comparison to the monster I had driven over here while I was Lillian. As I carefully get a feel for the vehicle I pick at my remaining buttons with my right hand, blinking behind my glasses a bit as I find myself favoring my left for steering.

"Don't tell me..." I hiss, soon fumbling to release the last button of my egg-shell white blouse as it fall open either side of me. My confusion at the difference in dominant hand fades away as the air conditioner pelts my tight belly and slender waist with cold air, the currents painting a mental image as they circulate in the pockets created by my tucked in top.

As I pass out the driveways and onto the street I spy an overly nervous Sandra, the now tiny Chinese girl pacing back and forth and muttering to herself as she tries to calm down. Despite her anxiety her body flounces around almost joyfully as she paces, the swapped manner in which she carries herself seeming to prevent her from simply curling up into a ball of a nervous wreck.

The Swap Meet - Part Fourteen

I barely listen to the end of her sentence, my blistering headache and distracting form taking my mind away from her words. I'd already swapped so many times today, the idea of doing one more and what it could do to my mind sent chills down my spine. Besides, I'd be giving up close to a decade of age, though it would make me closer to my original age again.

The thought of talking like this, of being some tiny and overly sexualized bartender was off-putting. However, was being some cute and social awkward woman in her late twenties any better in the grand scheme of things.

I reach up to rub my eyes, groaning in frustration as I accept her offer.

"Fine..." I find myself whining, rubbing my eyes as they begin to water under the barrage of pain filling my head. The aching gears grind inside my head as I fight back the urge to smirk at the offer, the demure nerdy-looking woman having served me up the perfect out.

The Swap Meet - Part Thirteen

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.

I open my mouth to say something, only to be cut off as I feel someone latch to my arm before tugging it towards the stage. Gazing down I find myself staring at the silky and shiny black hair of Jennifer as she seems to try and make good of Lillian's earlier offer.

"Come on" she chirps excitedly, spinning to look up at me with a hefty bounce of her chest. "We need to go now."

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..."

The Swap Meet - Part Eleven

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Mirror Mirror - Part Five

As I reach out and press against the rippling pane of the mirror I feel my hand seep through, the tiny and delicate fingers I had been mirroring quickly shifting into my former larger and masculine ones as they exit the mirror. With my spectral hand gripping the frame I heave my tiny petite frame out, my world lurching as I rapidly shift from the shape of the pint-sized blonde to my previous towering form.

Looking down I find myself looking like myself once again, my translucent body being only clothed in the same pair of boxers I had worn when my body was first stolen from me. Sighing in my echoing and ghostly voice I simply stare at myself for a moment, clenching my teeth as I realize just what I was about to lose.

My eyes soon become drawn to the faint line of light connecting me to the mirror, a subtle blue trail leading from my chest to the mirror as I reminder of my spectral shackles. Another faint white light trails from the mirror, guiding my eye line to the snoring blonde on the bed as though to aid in finding the connected person for the coming act.

Mirror Mirror - Part Four

As the sickening motions come to an end I watch as the protective blanket is removed. For a moment I'm blinded, the drastic shift in light that floods my new room making it impossible to see. I feel the room populate itself around me, the empty space I had been floating in turning into something new.

After a few moments I manage to come to my senses, my gaze landing on a clean room with a small single bed covered in cute plushies, moving boxes and large black leather boots resting in the corner.

Mirror Mirror - Part Three

Pausing for a moment I try to reiterate myself. "Stacy, I can't just stay here."

For a moment she freezes in thought, a hand raising to her chin before she yanks it away at the first feeling of my old stabby stubble. Taking a deep breath she wipes away some of the tears, before saying "Please help me first. If you teach me to be you I promise to find you a good body."

As her desperate begging and duress-laden offer hangs in the air there is a pregnant pause. My jaw drops as I simply stare at the young woman wearing my body like it was her own, the emotional wreck of a girl sniffling and wiping away a seemingly endless supply of tears as she makes me look downright pathetic.

"You...you can't be serious" I blurt out, pausing as I hear the strange reverb in my voice as it bounces around the illusory confines of the mirror. "You're going to steal my..."

"I don't have...have a...have a choooooice" whines Stacy as she begins to weep yet again, taking a few more tentative and stumbling steps to the foot of the bed before dropping onto it with a surprised yelp. She quickly brings her hands to her head, cradling it as she rests her elbows on her knees.

Mirror Mirror - Part Two

My heart skips a beat as I stare above me, my vision of the ceiling being obstructed by the faint translucent figure of a petite, short, and flat-chested young woman who can barely look at me without blushing.

The ghostly apparition floating over me couldn't be over the age of twenty, more likely being around nineteen or eighteen. Long light brown hair floats around her as if she were suspended in water, the long locks easily reaching down to around her elbows.

Her skin appears ghostly pale, though that may merely be from being actually ghostly herself, and is relatively without any blemishes. A faint nervous smile is spread across her thin lips, cute little dimples forming in the corners of her mouth as her soft rounded cheek grow redder by the second. Her nose is, much like the rest of her, relatively small and cute which puts it in line with the rest of her features. Freckles heavily dot her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, with a few even appearing on her surprisingly high forehead.