Game of Lives - Part Four

"Welcome back class" she coos in a prim and proper manner, her tone clashing with the mischievous and delighted look on her face. "Did we enjoy our play time?" she asks, biting her bottom lip hard as she stares at my chest in a knowing manner. "I certainly enjoyed my meal, very... satisfying" she states, licking her lips as they are suddenly coated in a deep red gloss. "Unlike some of us."

"What did..." I pant, my hand shooting up to my mouth as the soft and delicate voice rings out in the now truly empty room. Glancing down at myself I let out a low whimper, my other hand reaching down to touch my aching chest before its suddenly yanked down to the arm rest.

"No playing with yourself in class young lady" Mori snaps, her stern character returning before she begins to chuckle once again. "And as for what I did... I did nothing aside from bringing your choices to life" she explains, waving her hand as the sound of shuffling cardboard fills the room. I watch as my tableau slowly spread out in front of me, my eyes going wide as it all begins to sink in.

"I... what did..." I gasp, squeezing my legs together with a wince as I feel the dripping drool from my pussy soak through the cheap material of my pants and coat my slender thighs. "Turn me..."

"Back?" Mori muses, looking down at the tiny red young woman staggering about in her palm. "But we still have so much more to play" she states, throwing the miniature me into the air as it suddenly appears along with the board on the desk. I feel the clattering of plastic dice fill my palm as my mouth hangs open in shock.

"Now..." Mori coos, taking a deep breath as her eyes narrow in on me. "Let's start the next round."

Shades of Sorcery - Part Two

As I finally get down to a sweaty black t-shirt and my pale blue-jeans I hear something fall to the hardwood floor of my apartment. Hunched over with my shoes and socks in hand I look over to the source of the noise, my gaze shifting from the twine now sitting opened and empty atop the sofa and the thick hard book now resting on the floor below in a crumpled pile of brown paper.

I swallow hard as I toss my footwear to the side, my hands brushing against my jeans an an attempt to clean them off before I handle the book.

"Okay... Let's just..." I mutter, gently grabbing at the paper and pulling the book free. As I slide it out I find myself holding a strange indigo leather tome with an image of oddly shaped humanoids and tendrils etched into the cover, the cover practically throbbing in my hand like some living thing.

Job-Bod - Part Five

Patting my pockets I find my keys resting in the bottom of the same jacket pocket as my guest badge, the familiar object looking strange in my new smaller and slender grip. Opening the driver's side door I climber inside, sinking into my seat as I whimper at the numerous aches and pains wracking my freshly reformed body.

I'm forced to adjust the seat and mirrors, the thought of driving while struggling to see or reach anything easily being more concern than giving into the changes that had been made. As I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the piercing gaze of my emerald eyes staring back at me, I let out a sigh.

"Well... this is going to be fun to explain" I say with a chuckle, starting my car as I begin the hopefully short drive home.

 

As I drive the short distance back to my apartment I can't help but pinch and adjust the overly tight and form fitting jeans covering my muscular legs. My stomach sinks with each tug and shift, the crotch digging into a new sensitive mound between my legs and acting as I reminder of what was now missing down there.

"These things would have crush my cock anyhow" I weakly chuckle, fighting back tears as I firmly grip the steering wheel my eyes darting down to the bountiful mounds of sculpted flesh and artificial fat bound in the poorly fitted black cups as they block my view of what lay below.

I whimper pathetically as I take a hand from the wheel, my fingers grazing over the fake muscles as I feel the real deal twitch and pulsate beneath them. My mind turns to what lay beneath it all, my stomach turning as I grow nauseated at the thought of what 'functional organs' they could have implanted into me.

Little did I know that I was at least safe in that regard. While the perfect little slit was connected to something that would appear to be, for all intents and purposes, a functioning reproductive system it was all a ruse. Periods were out the window, as was any chance of pregnancy, the sole purpose of the intricate system of organs being tuned towards something far more creative.

Pheromones, signalling chemicals, and all manner of other traits had been borrowed from the animal kingdom to assist in the latest creations from the Innovation Center, the fruits of that labor now sitting inside me as they slowly sprung to life. While something like this wouldn't be available on the open market for some time, and certainly not without further testing as to the effects it could have on those innocent bystanders that could be caught up in its use, a single missing set from a trade show would likely go unnoticed in light of a buzz its announcement would create.

Changing Clothes: Gracie - Part Three

Gracie chuckles nervously, her face growing redder by the second as she takes a sharp inhale from her cigarette before putting it out in the sink.

"I know, you can thank me latter" she mumbles, downing her glass of wine before heading towards the door. "So if I get you some shoes I take it you're keen to..."

"Fuck yeah!" I shout, draining my far larger glass of wine in excitement before stubbing out the cigarette in the bottom of the glass. "I owe you one."

Lurching forward, staggering for a moment as the heft of my chest threatening to topple me over, I quickly begin to waltz towards the door. My narrow waist and fairly slender hips thankfully lack much of the same sway I had found when trying on the other clothes, the entirety of the destabilizing wobble coming from the heavy sagging weights in front of me.

Through the large holes in the side of my dress I constantly feel my arms brush and bump into the fishnet mesh and the soft squishy flesh as I walk, my gait shifting slight as I find my stride shrinking to adjust to the lack of a bra. Ahead of me Gracie bolts out the door, her combat boot clad footfalls echoing loudly as she races towards the stairs and up towards her shared apartment.

Snatching up my wallet and phone from the coffee table I sigh groaning under my breath as I pat the sides of my skin tight leather pants. For a moment I shift awkwardly, trying to think of a solution short of using a backpack or cleaning out my leather messenger bag.

Biting at my lip I reach up to the stretchy neckline of the fish net up, tugging it forward as I slowly inch the icy cold mobile between my overwhelming cleavage. Shiver run though my shrunken form, a gasp slipping from my plump lip as the device quickly disappears between the soft mounds and grows stuck to the sweaty flesh.

Toss my wallet back to the table I simply decide to hold my keys for now, my mind now hyper aware of the jiggling of my chest as it holds my phone in place.

Job-Bod - Part Four

"Give her a round of applause folks, I'm sure you'll see her out and about pouring drinks soon enough" she states, the audience applauding as I begin to nervously shuffle away and drag my heavy boots towards the stairs.

As I slip from sight, slumping over as my muscles sting and my skin aches, I try and catch my breathe as I hear the blonde begin to announce the next girl. "Everyone give a round of applause for the lovely little Digital Artist! Isn't she just soooooo cute!?"

Trying to steady my breathing I shuffle towards the curtain, pulling up the jacket and zipping it up as I push my way out into the convention once again.

Edible Essence - Part Ten

"So Sage, darling..." the redhead coos, the way she says darling sending my heart aflutter. "Why don't you take a seat and let those kick in, I'll work out dinner for the two of us" she urges, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips as her tongue eagerly slips past the pillow cushions and into my mouth. I can't help but moan as she pulls me close, my breasts squishing against her chest as a dreadful heat builds inside my panties.

She soon breaks the kiss, leaving me panting desperately for more affection and attention. "It's the least I can do for my little breadwinner." she chuckles, stroking my cheek as I watch as a sliver of essence wriggles up her nose.

I let out a gasp, watching as the mauve and silvery strand worms up her nostril. Reaching up to my face I realize the lack of pressure inside my sinus, the sneaky little thing having snuck out mid-kiss. Michelle doesn't seem to notice though, merely flaring her nostril as though about to sniffle and sneeze as the tail end of the thing slithers up.

She reaches up, rubbing her nose a little before cocking an eyebrow.

"You okay babe?" she asks, taking my hand as her thumb traces little circles around it. "Come on, let's just sit for a second and..." she begins to coo softly, her eye twitching as she pauses.

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 Bartender!" 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.

Edible Essence - Part Nine

As I shift in my prone position I hear another creaking and plastic crackle beneath me, my eyes shooting wide as the fear grips me once again.

"Shit..." I wheeze under my breath, the thought of the Essence inside the jar and it's safety immediately waking me back up. I lurch up, my body on fire and painfully aroused from the teasing I had just undergone. Despite it all I fiddle with the cushion beside me, pulling it up as I spot the jar hiding inside the frame of the sofa.

Reaching down I pull the jar free, noticing the dented lid and cracked siding. With a hiss I screw of the cap, opening it only to find broken pills leaking at the top, the essence suddenly lunging at me. For a brief moment I spy the top two tablets resting atop of the pile in the jar ooze with a viscous mauve and silvery liquid, the two distinct colors pushing and pulling against each other but never blending together.

My heart freezes in my chest as the mauve goo lightly touches my hand, the memory of how I ended up as 'Ella' still fresh in my mind. Before I can react the moody purple goo launches up into my face, the silver shimmering ooze soon following along with the more eager essence.

Swap Clinic Body Bundles - Part Four

"I need a fucking drink..." I mutter, jumping a little as I hear my sweet and squeaky voice contrast with my dark and brooding body. I pout as I think back to my apartment, the vague memory of an out-of-date bottle of wine being all the liquor that I had on hand.

Slumping over, keeping my profile low as I hit the street, I try to work out where to go as I take stock of my new form. With a deep breath, straightening my back as I find myself looking up to meet most passersby in the eye, I decide on a course of action as I head to my Goth Neighbor Gracie's apartment in search of booze.

Mismatch Wish - Part Three

The bottles beside the couch rattle and roll once again, the sight of a nice bottle of Cabernet spinning out into view as I wheeze on the floor. My chest aches from falling onto it, every fiber of my being burning from exertion after all that had happened.

"Okay, you're mad, but..." comes a tiny voice from inside the lamp, the sound barely audible even inches from the brass antique.

"Honey?!" Calls a voice from somewhere in my home. My head tilts up as I blow the matted hair from my face. My blood runs cold, the sound of the approaching footsteps reinvigorating me and demanding my body to flee.

As I look up from the floor, my chest pooling out beneath me and my naked body on full display, I watch as the owner of the voice rounds the corner and my gaze falls on an Athletic and tan redhead, dressed in a leather apron and torn jeans, shaking her head as she looks down at me.

Mismatch Wish - Part Two

I'm thrown back into my seat, my whole body pinned into the cushions as wisps of purple mist begin to wrap around me.

"I'll try to make it as normal as possible" Amira explains, her visage soon disappearing from view as I find myself entombed in the reddish-purple smoke. "No monkey's paws, no sudden unexplained changes people will notice.

I open my mouth to say something, only for a thickly perfumed plume of smoke to rush in to fill the void inside.

I hear some papers rustle as Amira reads the three wishes from her collection before muttering "I suppose these ones will be fine." Her voice shakes a little with uncertainty, wavering like the flimsy sheets of paper in her hand. She begins to mutter something under her breath, the sound of her words falling away as they're soon overwhelmed by the crackling of bones.

"Let's see... I wish that I..."

Mismatch Wish - Part One

Taking a deep breath I turn to look over my living room, my gaze darting about as I search for more cleaning to do. I had been up since the wee hours of the morning, slowly working to tidy and get my living space back into working order after months of neglect.

Walls had been dusted, bedroom cups washed, and floors vacuumed. I can't help but look over the room with a satisfied grin, from the freshly dusted bookshelves to the dishes drying by the sink. Slowly turning to my old and well-loved green sofa I begin to pace over to the canvas bags sitting on the cushions.

"I think it's about time..." I mutter with a grin, pulling open the bag as the eclectic haul inside catches the afternoon sun.

Swap Clinic Body Bundles - Part Three

Glancing up I stare at the mirrored wall, watching as more and more of my body is revealed under the constant stream of rushing water. My jaw drops as I catch a look at my drenched self, my eyes going wide at the sight of an overly made-up tiny petite emo teen with blue streaks in her black hair.

I try to gasp at the sight of the tiny pale goth in the mirror, the oozing blended flesh-like goop slowly dropping from her newly shrunken frame. However, as I open my mouth I watch as thick heaving dollops of dark-colored gunk quickly slips from between my lips. What remains of my devastated and reformed organs is soon left dribbling from my pert pink lips, the excess mass joining its brethren as it all drips down the drains.

The reflected young woman stares back in absolute shock, her dull brown eyes staring back at me as her thick poorly done black eyeliner smears under the constant pouring water. Despite the jackpot in age reduction gained as a part of the package, the cheap traits are all too apparent. The reflected woman's hair is dry and fraying, the ends of her rough-hewn fringe splitting like crazy. Her dull brown eyes are simply the cheapest available, replacing my bright blue pair in a terrible trade for value.

Swap Clinic Body Bundles - Part Two

My heart races in my chest, my eyes darting to the sides as though to check if someone was watching as I press add to cart for Grumpy Goth.

As my thumb moves over to the one selectable item I fumble with the tablet, the nerves of making such a large choice getting to me as I brush the title at the same time as adding it to my cart. The screen flickers for a moment, struggling in its simplistic coding with bringing up multiple screens, before suddenly showing the item details while another window opens behind it.

Grumpy Goth

For Those Needing a Little More Edge

Are you tired of being a little dull? Too straight-laced and simple?

With our Grumpy Goth bundle we'll turn you into the dark and brooding character of your dreams. Each bundle is constructed from only the finest traits, swapping you out from the ground up to build the goth new you*.

Styles may include: Vintage Goth, Metal Head, Emo, Woodland Goth, Pastel Goth, Fetish Goth, Hippie Goth, Nerd Goth, and Many More

*Each bundle is unique and may include unlisted traits including, but not limited to: Age, Sexuality, Style, Education, Vices, Hobbies, Etc.

Swap Clinic Body Bundles - Part One

Sitting in the busy waiting area I swipe through the cheap tablet in my hands. Gripping the flimsy plastic casing I try to find what I was looking for, the menus seeming to fight me as they lead my path down towards more expensive and personalized options.

Each time I reach an item I'm forced to back out with a sigh, my eyes going wide as I see the prices that some of the individual pieces could go for these days. The Swap Clinic had always been expensive, unless you had something of value to give up, but these days the prices seemed to be almost unobtainable.

It had been what led everyone else in the waiting room here, or at least it's what I had to assume, people selling off traits in the inflated trait market for quick and easy cash. This normally required a partner to swap with, someone eager to purchase that trait with the Swap Clinic as a middle-man. However, with the hot market and buyers becoming fewer and further between the Clinic had started a new system.

My eyes light up as I find what I'm looking for, a grin spreading across my lips as I quickly select the option hidden deep within a maze of sub-menus

Body Bundles - 50% Off Sale

Identity Injector - Part Two

"It... it worked?" mutters the voice of my guest, the shock of the situation having overshadowed their sudden visit. "Oh my... it worked!" They coo excitedly, reaching over and pulling the glass needle free without any apparent harm to the shirt.

My mouth hangs agape, my thin pale lips quivering as I stare up from the floor at my upstairs neighbor, a young alternative woman working as a barista.

Identity Injector - Part One

Pacing around the kitchen I listen to the soft whirring of my microwave, my gazes turning to the small spinning bowl in the little window. Rain pitters and patters against the tiny nearby window, the gloomy clouds outside blotting out the early afternoon sun.

It had been a lazy Tuesday so far, mostly spent binging watching the same tv show I had been for months and going some small amount of job searching. This had become all to a familiar routine since I had been made redundant, my motivation shrinking by the day as the lethargy of not having anything to do slowly set in.

As my microwave beeps I jump with a start, the rapping soon following from my front door.

I cock my eyebrow as I look to the scuffed wooden door, waiting for a moment as I try to work out whether or not I was hearing things. After a short wait another sudden burst of knocks erupt from the other side of the door, each one sounding more desperate by the second.

"Who..." I begin to ask, another series of knocks soon cutting me off.

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.