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.

Character Recreation - Part Four

Standing in shock I'm only broken from my stunned silence as a soft chime comes from the laptop as a nearby phone begins to buzz, on both screens the same remainder popping up.

'9:30 - Pump' 

My heart skips a beat before it begins to hammer even harder, the aching in my chest and the slowly building wet patch in my robe screaming at me for attention and release. With a sharp hiss the coffee machine begins to release a dribble of dark aromatic coffee, the sound of the pressure release causing my to jump as I feel my soft squishy body jiggle with the sudden movement.

Behind me seems to have been the lion share of the kitchen, with an over and stove top surrounded by marble countertops lined with various appliances and conveniences. A chill runs up my spine as I spot a drying series of plastic parts, the small bottles along with the shield and plastic tubes.

Beside the mess of tubes and pump parts sit an appliance made of clear and black plastic, the inside containing a series of small bottles standing upright and cleaned to perfection.

"Shit..." I croak, my hand reaching up as I feel my breasts through the thick white plush robe. While the warm fabric yields under my touch the sagging mound beneath feels almost painfully tight and full, the heavy hanging weight having grown more so as something rather obvious had built up inside it.

Character Recreation - Part Three

Seconds away from losing consciousness I feel my whole body lurch, the sensation gripping me being almost concerning similar to when one 'falls' while laying in bed. I'm forced to close my eyes as the light rushes back to meet me, the suddenly burst of speed making it impossible to adjust to the blinding rays.

With a dull thud I feel myself suddenly come to rest, the lurching and fall backwards and forwards suddenly vanishing almost as soon as it had appeared. With my eyes still closed I slowly let them flutter open only to find myself leaning on a large marble kitchen island as the loud sound of grinding coffee and scent of freshly cooked breakfast assault my senses, a heavy fluffy wool robe hanging around me and cinching in loosely around my soft squishy waist and aching chest as it fights back the morning chill.

My legs shake and my lower back aches as I hunch forward, an immense pendulous weight on my chest dragging me forward. Wiry and sweaty hair dangles around my face, the messy brown strands obscuring my view as my eyes struggle to focus.

Exhaling sharply I grasp the edge of the counter top tightly, a metal band around my left ring finger clattering against the cool stone as my heart pounds violently in my chest.

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Four

"Almost done..." I sigh, panting slightly as I plunge my hands beneath the surface of the water as I begin to scrub a pan caked in dried on cheese sauce. I jump with a start as I feel someone grab me from behind, a hard throbbing object pressing in between my plump behind as arms snake around my waist.

"Have I told you how wonderful you are lately?" croons the deep voice of Haley's Husband Alex, his stubbly face brushing against my cheek as he begins to plant soft and gently kisses on my face.

"I...uh..." I squeak and stammer, my mind reeling as I suddenly find my body burning at his touch and desperate for more. The dull and subtle itch suddenly ramps up into a deep and gnawing need, my body practically screaming its demand for more and more from the man behind me. "H...Hi..." I mumble, my hips beginning to rock and gyrate as I massage the thick and firm object pressed between my ass cheeks.

"Sorry I had to leave early today honeybun" he sighs, moaning out in a little gasps as my grinding seems to have a serious effect on him. "Mr Taylor booked the team meeting for... You know what..." he explains, stopping himself as his hands inch down and begin to fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans. 

"How about I just make it up to you properly?" he whispers, nibbling at my ear and tugging at my jeans as my knees begin to shake and my breath grows sharp and short.

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Three

As I open the door to the Mitchell's home I slip inside, pouting a little as I compare their far more spacious apartment to my cramped little box.

Suddenly, the sound of a door shutting behind me snaps me from my daze. I whip around only to find the door to my apartment shut as the clicking of the lock rings out into the hall. Cocking one of my bushy eyebrows I pace slowly into Alex and Haley's apartment, pouting and nibbling at my lips in frustration.

"Where could..." I huff, pausing in my tracks as I spot a small silver frame. My eyes go wide, my blood running cold as I stare into the picture. The frame was familiar, having held a picture of a heavily pregnant Haley and Alex at their wedding only a few months back, any sight of that original photo having vanished without a trace

'Bethany' stands next to the slightly taller Alex, the grinning woman holding a familiar little lilac bundle in her arms. Alex's arm wraps around her shoulder, a modest side hug between friends or so I had thought. We had taken the picture a little over a week ago, Haley demanding that the three of us pose so she could get a picture of 'The Best Auntie in the World'.

However, I'm left reeling as I read the cursive text beneath the frame.

Mr & Mrs Mitchell - Congratulations 

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: Haley - 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 Haley with a small squirming bundle resting in her arms

Her long dark hair is done up in a loose ponytail, hanging up high before falling down to brush against her shoulders. The once glossy strands appear now dull and frayed, her hair seemingly mirroring her nerves. The young Thai woman's eyes appear blood shot and hooded, deep dark bags resting beneath the deep brown pools evidencing a serious lack of sleep.

She stand about a foot shorter than me, her socks adding little to her five foot four frame. A tight white shirt clings to her slouched form, her engorged yet modest bust pressing out against the material as her thick dark nipples stand firmly at attention. A few stains mar the otherwise clean bright cotton, the dull remnants of spit up and food having soaked deep into the fibers.

A loose set of gray tracksuit pants cover her legs, the baggy legs soon tightening as the stretchy material paints itself over her wide hips and plump full ass. She had always had a set of wide full hips, her ass easily being her most eye catching feature, and without a chance to lose the additional weight from her pregnancy it had only grown.

Resting in her arms squirms a small bundle in a lilac comforter, baby Alice having been swaddled before her mother brought her over. Soft brown hair overs her head, the little thing taking after her father Alex, his pale complexion also coming through in the tiny bundle of joy.

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.

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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Build-a-Mom (Swap Clinic) - Part Four

"Thanks..." Kelly whispers, grinning nervously from ear to ear as she practically squirms with excitement where she stands. She grips my hand ever tighter, her palms growing sweaty from the anxiety bubbling up inside her.

"We just need to sign... thing... I think, to make things all legal and stuff for the new... you" she states, simply eliciting a nod and a warm smile from me as my stomach grumbles distractingly. "Once we're done we can... can..." she muses, trailing off as her eyes dart around in deep thought. It's as though she is searching for the answer to come to her, to find it floating around the front desk or behind the counter.

"Ma'am..." calls the chubby young man as he plods back over to us, two plain-looking folders in his pudgy grip. He places one folder in front of each of us, one labelled 

'Kelly Richards'

As he slides the other in front of me my eyes go wide, my heart hammering so hard in my chest I can hear it in my ears. With my free hand I reach up, pointing to the label as I look at a deeply nervously Kelly.

'Evelyn Richards'

"Are we..." I whimper, stepping closer to her as I lock eyes to the brunette beside me. Kelly's face burns a deep tomato red, her mouth hanging open as she blabbers ineffectively through the nerves.

Fountain of Youth - Part Three

Looking around the clearing I try to find the source of the noise, my gaze soon falling on a lithe redhead with engorged veiny breasts. The shafts of light streaming down from the canopy illuminate her, the light bouncing off the small pond before her acting as an additional fill light.

Behind her sits a large handwoven basket, the rough-hewn container resting be the rocks as various mushroom and wild root vegetables sit inside the bundle of shaped dry reeds. A light dress sits beneath the basket, the wrapped-up fabric working to hold the basket in place. The dress itself looks to be hand-made, the uneven stitching bridging a section of robin's egg blue and crisp white fabric drawing my eye.

Fountain of Youth - Part Two

"I can't believe I finally found it" I chuckle, opening up my journal to the last page and the glued-in picture of the globe. Taking my pencil I hastily make a tiny cross over the fountain of youth on the map, leaving an 'X' to mark the spot like the treasure it truly was.

"To think, all this time it's been hiding in France" I chuckle to myself, shifting to sit up on my elbows as I look about the small clearing.

I had always figured there would be one of these bodies of mystical water somewhere in Europe, the prevalence of stories in continent as well as it's size making it a prime location for some secluded spring to hide.

I had been winding my way through the regions for weeks now, from Aquitaine to Alsace, wandering the back roads and woods in search of this hidden treasure.

I had almost moved on, my mind turning to which country to cross into next when I woke up this morning. However, I still had one more stretch of forest to check through and I had known it would have driven me mad knowing I left without actually taking the time to search it.

Fountain of Youth - Part One

Moving slowly through the underbrush I trudge up the steep incline towards my goal. Rocks and soil beneath my boots shift and move with each step, my gloved hands reaching out to branches and tree trunks as I pull myself up towards the crest of the hill in the distance.

Sweat runs down my face, the heavy pack in my back and the hours and hours wandering the wilderness having left me exhausted and drained beyond belief. Still it would all be worth it if I could just find my target, the whole reason I had been traveling so far from my tiny apartment.

Wiping at my eyes with my arms as I reach the top I lean up against one of the old trees that had once blocked my line of sight up and over the steep hill. I had intended to climb up here to get a better view of my surroundings, to better see over the hills and trees in search of my prize or at least some nearby roads or paths to point me in the right direction or help get me back to my hotel.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part Three

My mouth hangs open for a moment in a stupefied fashion, a low gurgle rising from my throat as I struggle to string even two thoughts together. Staring down at the tiled floor I watch as the dark lines between blur and fade together, my vision waning by the second. Coughing to clear my throat and focusing my sleepy mind, I finally manage to croak out "Tr...Tracy... I'll..."

"Fan-tastic" the technician muses in a chipper manner, her fingernails clicking against the plastic keyboard as she makes some new notes.

It was a tough choice, the idea of becoming far younger than my current body was all too enticing. However, each left me worried from the keywords mentioned.

'Easy' was hard to interpret, the fear of becoming some office slut overwhelming the idea that her life was simply easy.

Living with someone's parents was a no after over a decade of enjoying my independence. I cringed at the thought of asking for some allowance, living under the rules of another person, and playing by their rules.

Finally, the word 'Taken' sent chills down my spine. The other women had more neutral and less possessive terms, leaving me fearful of what being 'Taken' might entail.

With those worries in mind, the only option left was Tracy. Her job meant she had her own money, and living in a larger home meant she was hopefully somewhat well off. The 'Kinky' tag worried me, but certainly not as much as the rest or as much as having to deal with her fiancee.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part Two

"Don't worry love, I managed to track down some available folks that meet at least some of what you asked for" she explains, the sound of her heels clicking growing further away as she speaks. "I'm just going to step out for a smoke, I'll be back in a minute. Just give those a chance love, give a look at those five."

My gaze turns down towards the sheet of paper in my hand, my head banging lightly against the large device still covering me from the temples up. The text on the page is relatively small, a cost-cutting measure to save ink, and the descriptors are rather sparse.

When I had heard there would be five to choose from I had figured there would be more to go off of than this, a few little words designed to give just a brief glimpse into the lives of these people.

"I guess..." I mumble to myself, bringing the page closer to my face so I'd have even the slightest chance to read it. "I guess they don't want to be giving out too much information."

My eyes scan the page taking in what little I had been provided.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part One

"Alright" chirps the gravelly and tired voice behind me, likely a once bright and luscious tone slowly brought down by years of smoking and exhaustion. "Let's start with something easy, how about education"

I listen for a moment, the quiet room filling with the sound of typing at a keyboard. Nothing changes for me however, my gaze still largely filled with the sight of a large flat screen showing what I could only assume was brain activity. Blobs of color ebb and flow on the television, a reflection of what was occurring inside my skull as I sat inside the odd-looking device.

It looked more like one of those old-style salon hairdryers than anything else, a chair with a towering column of plastic in which I was to place my head. The whirring as it started had been distracting to say the least, but as the image had started to come through the device had grown whisper quiet.