She slowly begins to grin, moving her hands to the table as she leans back. "Hey Scarlett, how's my fav streamer doin'?"
Seeing
her grinning down at me, a smug look plastered across my old face, I
can't help but ball up my hands into white-knuckled fists.
"You...You
piece of..." I begin to hiss out, getting cut off as the door
forcefully closes behind me and hits my plump backside. With a small
yelp I stumble further into the room, my curvaceous form jiggling in my
tight outfit as a blush forms on my cheeks.
A
sigh escapes Scarlett's lips, her eyes fixated on her old assets as her
face drops a little. "Seriously...nothing...This fuckin' sucks" she
groans in my deep voice, moving a hand back to my former massive cock as
she idly strokes it.
"St...stop that" I squeal, glancing up at the movement of her hand in my peripheral vision before quickly averting my eyes.
"No
way, I paid good money for this monster" she chuckles, the smile
returning to her lips as she looks down at her new appendage. "Don't
worry, you'll see what I mean in a minute. And 'sides, I bet you're
lovin' your new tits" she chides, taunting me as she looks over my new
body in the tight outfit I had put together.
"No
I...go to hell Scarlett" I shout, stamping my foot in frustration and
causing my massive chest to heave in the spaghetti strap top as they
threaten to break free.
"Oh come
on" she says dismissively. "You're tellin' me that you didn't fuck
yourself silly last night? With all your new toys? I was up
all!..Night!..Long! My shitty
apartment looks like a Jackson...what's his face" Scarlett gleefully
declares, her voice quietening down as she struggles to remember the
name she was looking for.
"Pollock"
I grumble, sashaying awkwardly over to the other bed in the room. "You
painted my apartment like a Jackson Pollo...Gross" I say in correction,
cringing as I realize what I was saying and at the thought of her
jizzing over all my old possessions.
"That's
the dude" Scarlett says with a laugh, snapping fingers in recognition.
"Hey, will I get that sort of shit with your work knowledge? Am I gonna
know art and stuff now?" She asks excitedly, rocking her hips and biting
her lower lip as she slows down her playing with the huge dick between
her thighs.
"I hope not" I mutter
under my breath, heaving my small frame up onto the table opposite
Scarlet's. As I climb up I can feel my breasts swing heavily beneath me,
my ass on full display as I practically go on all fours as I try to get
into position on the small padded table.
"Thanks
for the show babe" Scarlett chuckles, giving me a wink as she sticks
out my old tongue. "Don't worry, you'll know how to properly show off in
a few minutes"
As
I roll over and lay down, wheezing as I feel the sudden weight pushing
down on my chest before my breasts begin to slope off to the sides of my
chest, I slowly begin to wriggle my body up towards the terrifying
metal cage resting at the head of the bed.
"So...did
they tell you how this thing works?" I ask meekly, hastily grabbing at
my clothes to avoid giving the body thief across from me too much of a
show.
"Nah, well not really"
Scarlett says dismissively. "Though I wasn't really listening, I
was...distracted" she continues, pulling her pants further down as she
begins to more vigorously play with my former cock and balls. "Fuck
these are..." she mutters, trailing off before side-eyeing me "Well
you'll see."
"What are you..." I begin to ask, quickly getting cut off by Scarlett.
"But
like...they said this would...Zap? Yeah zap out the parts we're givin'
up and zap in the things we want" she explains, rolling her eyes from
side to side as she nonchalantly bounces through her vague description.
"Like I'll get the work shit I want from you, and you'll get the 'fucking yourself for cash' shit you want from me" she explains, using far too many air quotes as her taunting grin spreads across her face.
"I
do not want your..." I angrily shout, reining myself in as I slump back
on the table. "Go fuck yourself" I grunt, jostling myself into position
and my head into the cage.
"I just might" Scarlett coos with a giggle, laying back and getting into position as well.
The
moment I get into place, staring up at the interior of the wire-coated
metal cage, I find myself locked in place. With a pained gasp I feel a
sudden shock of electricity run from the top of my scalp down my spine,
ripping my motor control away from me as I'm left staring straight ahead
of me.
Slowly but surely the
inside of the cage begins to light up, tiny dots of pulsing light
twinkling on like stars on a clear night sky. In the relative quiet of
the room I can hear my heart hammering in my chest, my own shaking
breath, and the sudden hissing and groaning of Scarlett as something
happen to her outside of view.
Soon
the pained sounds coming from Scarlett die down, replaced with weak
panting from the table opposite me. My heart races as the fear of what
was about to happen grips me, my paralyzed form leaving me no outlet for
my anxiety.
Suddenly I feel a
painful shock pass through my head, the pain spreading out like a
lightning bolt inside my skull. Letting out a pained gasp I feel tears
begin to well up in my eyes, the spread-out pain quickly turning into a
burning sensation as my own mind is copied and subsequently cleansed.
The
pain disappears almost as soon as it began, leaving me panting and my
chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I try to move, to remove
myself from this terrible device, however my body simply doesn't
respond. Groaning to myself I try to collect my thoughts, my heart
skipping a beat as I quickly find things missing.
"Who...am I?" I think to myself, my eyes darting around as if in search of an answer. "I mean my name is...shit. I worked as a...a lecturer, I remember that, okay. And I graduated in...in..." I continue, my heart pounding louder and louder in my ears as I search.
As
I continue to frantically search for answers I hear Scarlett groan
loudly in my voice, growing louder and louder as time goes on. Before
she can go quiet I'm wracked with another burst of shocking pain, my own
pained groans echoing along with her's in the small enclosed room. My
head feels like it's going to explode, the same burnt-out areas in my
head suddenly being hit with another round of terrible searing pain.
My
vision goes white, my jaw clenching as I struggle to breathe through
the pain. I can't even think as it feels like I'm being electrocuted,
all I can do is simply ride it out as tears roll down my cheek and cold
sweat builds up on my frozen body.
As
the pain begins to recede my vision slowly returns, the twinkling
lights above me turning off one by one. Suddenly a familiar shiver runs
down my spine, the machine returning control of my body to me as I
quickly clutch at my head.
"Fuckin' hell, fuck shit...ouch" I think to myself, cursing as a method to deal with the pain. "Alright, let's try this again. I'm Scar...I mean...no I should be Jordan...no that doesn't feel right" I continue, my stomach sinking as I find myself struggling with my own name.
"Are you okay Scarlett?" groans my old voice, the sound of shuffling clothes coming from the slow-moving person opposite me.
"Yeah,
I'm...fuck" I hiss, angry at myself for my immediate response to my new
name. "That sucked dick dude" I grumble, wriggling myself down the
table as I try to get myself free from the terrible device.
As
I move down, slowly sitting up using shakey arms, I begin to
absentmindedly readjust my clothes. I tug at the neckline of the top,
revealing far more of the jiggling shelf of milky flesh, and hike up my
skirt a little to reveal more of my plump juicy thighs. As I catch a
brief glimpse of my pink panties I quickly pull the skirt down a little,
my jaw dropping as I realize what I was doing. "What the fuck was that?
What am I doin'?" I squeak, staring down at my sexualized body.
"You're just being yourself Scarlett" chuckles the original Scarlett "Though I'm not complaining".
"Fuckin'
hell..." I whimper, wriggling my hips a little as I adjust my skirt to
be just shy of revealing my panties. "And fuck you, I'm not
some...some..." I shout, turning around to glare at Scarlett but
trailing off as I find myself staring at the delicious juicy cock
between her legs.
I am transfixed
by the sight of the massive throbbing rod of meat, my eyes following
along and my pussy pulsing as I watch it bob with Scarlett's heartbeat. I
begin to chew at my bottom lip, rubbing my thighs together as I lose my
train of thought.
Scarlett lets out a low laugh, leaning back on the table as she swings her long legs over the edge. "See, I told you I would have been all over this thing if I
had a chance" she chuckles, her own eyes roaming over my busty form as
the throbbing of her cock grows more intense and it grows almost
painfully hard. "And you seem to
have really liked what you now have. You should have played with it
while you had that fun voyeuristic chance, lusting after the body you
were inside and all that" she continues, the diction of her words
snapping me out of my mesmerized state.
"I...hey...why
the hell are you talkin' like that?" I ask, realizing the shift in
Scarlett's speech. "And why am I talkin' like this?"
"Well
I can't teach class sounding like that can I?" she says with a huge
grin, her breath growing heavy as her arousal builds. "I mean, my job is to speak. It would make sense that speech patterns would be a part of work skills...right?"
"You
piece of..." I huff, trying to remain angry as my own arousal builds. I
can feel my cute pink panties growing drenched, the sight of my nipples
getting hard and poking through the flimsy material of my shirt filling
the bottom of my vision.
"Hey
now, you got something out of it too" she says defensively, a knowing
look forming on her face. "Quick, favorite toy for streams?" she asks.
"The
Hismith sex machine or the Hitachi" I immediately respond, my mouth
practically moving on its own. A sudden heat pulses through me,
vicarious arousal as I think about these devices even without the
memories to back things up. Without thinking about it my right hand
slips down to the hem of my skirt as I begin to gently rub the growing
wet spot on my panties.
"See...a
fair trade" Scarlett responds, her own eyes now locked onto me as I
absentmindedly play with myself. "Is this...this is so..." she mutters,
struggling to articulate the feeling she was experiencing.
After
a few moments of silence I'm snapped back to the room by the sound of
Scarlett clearing her throat, having found myself getting lost staring
at her cock again.
"So...we have the room for a while" she says, leaving her suggestion unsaid as she strokes her dick.
My
mouth practically waters as I watch her, my pussy twitching at the
sight of her edging her new cock that was now responding to the sight of
me.
"You...are you suggesting that..." I pant, trailing off as I writhe and shift in my seat.
"Come
on, you can't say you aren't thinking about it" she says with a sly
grin, slowing down her own playing to make it seem a little more
stylized and dramatic. "I know your body inside and out, I can make you
feel things you wouldn't believe. And...I mean...I can see what you've been staring at all this time. Don't think I haven't noticed those adjustments to your clothes, do you think I just did that all the time? That's how I used to dress around guys I wanted to...you know"
Without
a word I slowly stand up, finding the shifting and jiggling of my curvy
body far more normal and mundane than I had mere moments ago.
Swallowing hard I press my plump thighs together, hoping to do something
about the desperate arousal clawing at my body, while my eyes remain
transfixed on my former cock.
"It'll
be fun. The room's soundproofed, you can be as loud as you want and I
can finally test this thing out. Don't you want to know what it feels
like? What you are..." she states, continuing her pitch before I
suddenly sharply cut her off...
