Soulless and Sentient - Part Three

I begin to shiver in the cold night air and the rain, the tight and revealing clothes leaving me with little to combat the cold. My mouth hangs open, whimpering half words slipping out from my lips as I try to comprehend just what was happening.

I watch as the hands flutter about once more, patting over my body as if to take stock before pulling a phone from my top and typing.

'Spare key under mat, go home'

 I feel a shiver run down my spine, the feeling of the petite hand plunging unto the cavernous cleavage inside the tight teal top only acting as a part of the strange sensations wracking my rebellious body. The feeling of the hot and sweat-soaked phone clinging to the soft and supple fatty flesh bound inside the top, the device causing my skin to catch and cling thanks to the warm moisture, causing my mind to reel.

Covering the phone screen with one hand, fighting to keep the rain away from the already sweat coated device, my body rapidly begins to type out yet another message in a clumsy frenzy with the other hand.

'Please, I help'

'Promise'

Swap Class Secret - Part Five

Swallowing hard, waiting for the sound of the footsteps to move far enough away, I turn on the machine as the sound of its whirring fills the room once more. Tapping at the console with my new miniaturized digits I quickly start it up, the pod in front of me soon growing warm as it spins up.

With my heart racing in my chest, I take a step forward and awkwardly stick a body part into the machine.

A cruel smirk spreads across my lips as I sit down on the floor, my stolen heat exhausted body practically screaming out in relief as I feel the hardwood press against my pert rear. Spreading my legs, the loose jeans making the movement easy, I slowly begin to inch towards the machine.

Swap Class Secret - Part Four

"Thank you for the body Ms. Fletcher" I moan softly, pinching at my firm and perky nipple with my right hand as my left blindly slaps around inside the machine. "Let's... Just..." I groan, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort building in my tone as I pull free the intact USB, placing it back into the machine to test a theory.

I smirk as I stare down at the poorly adapted little device, the bog-standard USB wrapped in small wires hooked up to an external battery supply. The whole thing is hot in my delicate pale hand, the electronics inside threatening to melt under the strain of holding such volatile and heavily compressed information.

As the scent of burning plastic begins to sting my nostrils I know I need to do something soon about the young woman trapped inside the storage device, the disgusting smell telling me that something was going to give at any moment. With a small groan and grunt I reach back into the machine, flailing about as I finally manage to plunge the USB back into the awaiting slot after only a few attempts.

Swap Class Secret - Part Three

"Let's get you to a nice bed where you can cool off. Once you're feeling better we can send you home for the day" the doughy nurse chirps, the seemingly older woman giving me a small wink as she practically drags me down the hallway.

I struggle to really keep up, my stick-like legs merely dragging along the polished linoleum floor as the foreign woman walks up forward. How light was I? How much mass had I lost when I let that stupid mouse walk away with my body?

"I know how it is" the soft Irish woman coos, pulling me into a side room as I feel more of my long brown hair slide from some unknown location. "Young, free... well aside from folks like Mr. Vasquez tellin' ya what to do... but a day or a half can really make the..." she continues, pausing for a moment as she pauses the two of us beside a large plastic curtain.

Swap Class Secret - Part Two

 Suddenly, the word goes dark as my senses are ripped from me. In that moment it feels as though I'm moving through a tumble drier as the heat and the twisting sensations bombard me from all angles.

There is no break in continuity however, no floating in a void or darkness. Being trapped in the slightly expanded cognitive buffer is like not living at all, a brief second of non-existence before I'm brought crashing back down into a very different living breathing form as the original mind is plunged into the USB, crammed disorientingly inside for me to fetch later.

Swap Class Secret - Part One

Creeping through the empty courtyard with a pet carrier under one arm and pry in hand, I try to keep my head low. Clouds blot out the moon, leaving the sky glowing and ever so faint gray while the street is solely illuminated by artificial light.

It was the perfect night to make a break-in, the low fog creeping in for the coming morning doing more than enough to obscure my frame as I rush along the concrete paths and up to the metal door frames.

Sliding the pry bar between them I easily manage to pop the lock, the metal crunching from within causing the pet carrier to erupt with panicked squeaks and squealing. In hushed tones I try to calm down the tiny creature inside the plastic cell, the tiny pale mouse racing around its enclosure in a panic seeming to not pay me any mind as it freaks out.

Soulless and Sentient - Part Two

"Perfect..." drones a tired disinterested voice, a set of hands clutching at my collar.

In the faint light of the side street, the street lamps from the main road doing their best to try and illuminate the shadowy alley, I find myself freezing up as I look at one of the girls I had lingered on during my walk home.

My mind struggles to snap from the mixture of shock and the heady haze of liquor as she tugs herself closer to me, my eyes darting over her in the dim light as I finally find myself recognizing her from inside the gym.

Rain and sweat soak her teal top, the tight spandex struggling to restrain the immense bust beneath. Her rack rises and falls rhythmically with her heavy breathing, the race to catch up to me leaving her panting after her vigorous workout. Strands of shimmering platinum blonde hair cling to her vacant face, her plush lips twitching slightly as they struggle to even weakly smile up at me.

I stare into her unfocused hazel eyes, her long lashes fluttering on occasion due to the drizzling rain. The heady scent of built-up sweat blends with the chemical yet floral smell of women's deodorant, the latter seeming to have been poorly or lazily applied before her workout.

Soulless and Sentient - Part One

However, seeing was believing. My world turning upside down when I came face to face, lips to lips, with one of these poor creatures as I stumbled home drunk one night.

A slight drizzle comes down outside in a misty haze, the window by my seat fogging up as the warmth inside the bar clashes with the frigid cold outside. The whole place is abuzz, my usual nerdy haunt hosting an afterparty for a local convention, with people in various costumes and cosplay staggering about with new friends and acquaintances.

Soulless and Sentient - Prologue

They shamble through life, the not-quite-walking dead. Their eyes glazed over and unfocused without that certain vital spark behind them. Grunting and mumbling out one-word answers through strained tones they shuffle about as though on rails, looking for something.

While many move about this way, life getting them down or simply due to a rough night's sleep, there are some with some greater issue. These scant few can only grow in number, though their affliction is normally simply spread.

The lack of one's soul.

Com-Bin-Her - Part Three

​"What...the...fuck..." I squeak as I stare down at myself, my voice crackling slightly like it was undergoing puberty once more.

As I slump against the door I feel my chest tug at me, the hefty weights wobbling and shaking along with my heartbeat and breath as well as something more worrying.

The massive mounds sag rather dramatically, resting fairly far down my chest in a heavily drooping teardrop. The thick nipples stand at attention in the frigid open air, the tingling stick of the freezing metal rings through each of them only making my thick eraser-like nipples firmer and more sensitive.

My smaller pectorals, hidden beneath the voluminous fatty sacs bound to my chest, shudders and shakes against my will. It is as though the muscles are trying to escape my body, achingly tugging away from me as they cause the immense mounds to wobble with each movement.

Com-Bin-Her - Part Two

Rolling my eyes a little I make a quick selection before pressing

[Combine]

The screen itself quickly locks up, a spinning wheel covering my own image as new text lips up beneath it.

       Combining
     Jordan Hughes
           &
Margaret Richards - Breasts
  Gracie Douglas - Pussy

Com-Bin-Her - Part One

As I stumble into my apartment I quickly try to shake the rain from my lanky form. It had only been drizzling when I had left to go get my weekly groceries, but the wintery weather had soon turned violent and soaked me to my core on the way back.

Dropping the sodden bags to the floor by the door I quickly try to disrobe, my loose woolen sweater feeling five times as heavy thanks to all the water soaked into the usually warm material.

Piece after piece of clothing is tossed to the wooden floor with a series of loud wet slaps, a grown pool of water leaking out from underneath them. Before long I'm left shivering in my boxers, rubbing at my slender arms with my hands as I try to warm up.

I quickly begin to move to my bedroom, eager to fetch some dry clothes. However, as I step over the dripping set of black jeans my eyes go wide.

"My phone!" I cry, realizing I had left the worryingly delicate device in my pocket despite the heavy downpour outside.