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.

Twisted Testing - Part Four

Letting out a sigh of relief I ease back into the seat, my feet kicking in the air absentmindedly as I sink deeper and deeper into the plush and well worn cushions. Through the pounding in my skull I try to think about my next steps, my gaze shifting down the my shrunken body before returning to my phone as I bring up my banking app.

With a quick confirmation of the new deposit I turn off the screen, my shoulders rolling a little as I test and enjoy the freshly reformed joints.

"Okay... first things first... I'm going to need some clothes that actually fit... this..." I grumble, looking down at my drastically shrunken yet remarkably curvy and overtly feminine body.

Sitting up I groan a little, feeling the heavy weight on my chest sag as my skin is pulled taut by the soft flabby mounds. Using my left arm I let the head sized rack rest on the delicate and slender limb, finding a pleasant relief as I slowly glance around the room in search of something to wear.

Wracking my brain I struggle to really think of anything that would really fit me, my thoughts turning momentarily to my sweaters before I let out a little sigh. "I'll just wear the stupid shirt..." I grumble, standing up and feeling the air ruff up between my legs and against my exposed mound.

Shuddering at the sensation, my heart pounding at the thought of going outside without pants let alone underwear I quickly shake the thought from my head.

"It'll be quick... really quick..." I huff, snatching up my keys and my wallet as I stumble over to the front door.  

The Swap Meet: Underground - Part One

Slowly walking down the winding and poorly lit steps, my hand clutching the heavily used and tarnished bronze handrail to my left for support, I try to keep the clean cut young man ahead of me in sight. Heavily worn red carpet clings to each step, the decades of disrepair leaving the wooden boards beneath visible in footprint shaped patches to the left and right of the narrow stairwell.

The air is filled with the heady scent of perfumes and incense, an overwhelming musk of bright artificial floral blending with deeper warmer aromas in an effort to cover something up. Still, as we wander down the steps something begins to sting my nostrils and burn at the back of my eyes.

I take a stumbling step as I inhale deeply, my nose quickly filling with something viscous as my ears begin to ring.

The young redheaded man, noticing my staggering, pauses before reaching back to take my arm. His pale icy blue eyes catch the flickering light of the candles lining the walls, a smirk spreading across his lips as he too begins to wobble a bit.

"Just a bit further..." he coughs, snorting loudly as he tries to force back the building gunk in his sinuses. "... Not going to turn tail now are you?" he chuckles, his broad shoulders bending back in a stretch as his chest strains against the skin tight black shirt he had practically painted onto himself.

'Borrowed' Body - Part Five

Inching in I quickly walk over to the bed, my petite form dropping to the overly soft squishy mattress with a thud as I spill a few drops of wine on the pillow case.

I can't help but groan at the sight of the slowly growing stain, my head craning up as I take a few more gulps of the wine. "I'm so fuckin' stupid..." I groan, glaring for a moment at the glass as though it could just be the wines fault.

With one hand clutching the glass I begin to unzip the jacket, revealing white v-necked top and the generous cleavage beneath the white padded jacket. "Bitch sure has a style..." I grumble, reaching down as I begin to move to unbuckle and peel the skin tight jeans off of me.

"Though... like... it does look super cute..."

As the jeans slide down my slender yet soft thighs, the denim and elsatine blend relaxing as it glides over my soft supple thighs and down past my calves. I give my legs a wiggle, shaking them as I kick the pants off as I'm left staring down past a perky shelf of lightly tan flesh to a set of cute white panties adorned with a tiny pink bow.

I'm forced to muffle a squeal as I spot the cutesy underwear, my dainty feet kicking excitedly as I revel in just how adorable they are. Reaching up to my top I quickly begin to shimmy out of the thing, wriggling my shoulders as I yank the white cotton shirt over my head before partially blinding myself in a cascade of platinum blonde hair.

Twisted Testing - Part Three

"Okay..." I mutter, sealing the bottle before placing it in the back of a draw for safe keeping. "... That's done... now..." I weakly croak, my voice catching as I grab the identical container in all but label that had come along in the package.

Rattling the bottle a bit I feel the large pill jostle and shake around, another confirmation that there was only a single pill inside. Swallowing hard I pop the cap, holding out my hand as I shake the pill out.

Watching as the contents roll out I find myself staring at the Pink Pill, my pulse spiking as I realize womanhood is in my future. My stomach quickly begins to twist itself into knots, a sinking feeling soon follows as I squeeze my thighs around the flaccid organ resting between them.

"God damn it..." I huff, taking a long exhale in an effort to calm myself down. "I mean... I knew what I was going into..." I mutter, putting the empty bottle back down before shuffling off towards the living room.

"... But this is still..." I sigh, dropping into my well-loved and threadbare green sofa with a thud. "... Going to be weird..."

New Body, New World - Part Three

"Are we interested in any?..." it asks, slowing to a stop as it stands beside the towering orc woman we had originally started with. "Perhaps Rarghosh't... Bane of Havoc Ridge again..." it states, looking to me as if expecting a response.

"Oh I... I don't know..." I respond, looking over the nearly seven foot tall green skinned woman as my pulse quickens. "I mean... does she have magic or... what am I even saying..." I blurt out, the figure not wasting any time in its response.

"No magic..." it states, pointing at one of the orc woman's bulging biceps. "Just physical prowess... Head of Goretusk Tribe via combat... Social power too..." the figure continues, it's hood slowly inching closer as it draws in towards me.

"Again... Are we interested in any?..." the figure asks, getting close enough that I can almost make out the withered features hidden beneath the voluminous patches of cloth. "... Do you wish to see more... or can we make deal?" 

Pausing for a moment I look over the aisles of dimly lit fantastical forms, the other patrons quickly finding their chosen bodies among them from aristocrat to zebra-folk. Inhaling deeply I try to race back through all I had seen before, my mind rushing through all the stops along the way and any cursory glance I may have made between each stop.

"Um..." I cough, clearing my throat as I glance towards one of the closer aisles. My gaze falls on the black silky hair and pale purple skin of the horned woman, my heart catching in my chest as I begin to ask a question. "How long do... Succubus-Borne live? 

'Borrowed' Body - Part Three

With one final slurp I feel my senses slip away, an all consuming darkness flooding over me as I'm left floating in a void with only my howling grunting thoughts to keep me company and to let me know I'm alive. Pain shudders through my ethereal skull as I feel things begin to click back into place, my disjointed thoughts finally managing to grasp a coherent sentence.

"Fuuuuuck, oh my gawd what the fuck is even happening?" I think, my mind reeling as I listen to my thought rattle in my head with a dim vapid lilt. "What the... that is NOT how I fucking sound! I sound like a..." I shout in my head, the world snapping back as I find myself once again in a humming metal chamber.

"...fucking bitch..." Madi huffs under her breath, her gaze locked to the computer as she doesn't seem to register I had come to. After another few moments she looks up, her deep brown eyes darting between the two pods before hissing. "Okay, done. Now where's my money?" 

I sway back and forth in the metal chamber, blonde hair dangling back and forth into my field of view as my soft pouty lips part and my eyes stare ahead dimly. My head pounds, the warping of the gray matter inside my shrunken skull leaving me struggling to even string together a decent thought.

"Warm..." I manage to think to myself, the thick warm parka around me and the fuzzy boots on my sweaty feet at least working to fight back the chill. My hearing is slightly muffled by the heavy hood extending up over the jacket, the white jacket and fake fur around it framing my view of the auburn haired girl.

"So... about that..." my normal voice calls out with a deep chuckle, the sound of it coming from the other side of the room sending a shiver up my spine. "You do know that you could lose your job for this right? Maybe even wind up in prison? New deal, how about we don't turn you in and you stop harping on about money."

'Borrowed' Body - Part Two

I stop listening as she pushes the door open, my eyes squinting as they adjust to the light of the backroom. While the overhead lights remain in their dimmed state no small amount of white and blue illuminate the room, the bevy of screens on and working make me wonder just how many people are meant to be assisting this girl when she is working normally.

I swallow hard as I stare at the looming machine at the back of the room, the two metal cylinders designed for in-person swaps sitting with a cascade of cable sheaths running between them and up into the ceiling.

Looking from the empty pod on the left, the small bare stool barely visible in the din of the room, I slowly turn to the shadowy figure in the pod on the right. I fight for a weak smile as I stare at Stephanie, the dim and bubbly twenty-one year old blonde who lives in the apartment above my own.

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.

Swapping Science - Part One

 "Wa... up..." calls a weak and croaking voice in the distance, the words seemingly bouncing off my mind as a heavy blanket of sleep clings to my addled mind. I feel something tap at my face, withered and leathery it weakly smacks my cheek as though to coax me while failing to hit much harder. I let out a soft groan, my dry mouth and mounting headache leaving me wondering just how much I had drunk the night before.

However, try as I might I simply couldn't remember the night before. With each attempt to dredge up the memories I feel them slip from my mental grasp, everything beyond the mid-afternoon sitting in my apartment with a book simply falling away like grains of sand through parted fingers.

"Mr...ughes..." calls the voice again, the croaking of the elderly male sounding more stern than before. After a moment I hear the clicking of heels of some hard floor, the sound growing closer before suddenly coming to a stop inches away from me. Suddenly, I feel a palm strike my face with no small amount of force as my face begins to sting with an intense heat and pain.

Changing Clothes - Part Five

With another yank I'm tugged forward, the goth girl quickly nudging the now oversized shoes towards me as I stumble into them. Clothes from the pile scatter across my floor as I'm pulled and yanked towards the door and the corridor beyond.

"Come on..." Gracie huffs, her hand release my arm before grabbing my own sweaty palm. "I am not starting my shift late again..."

As I'm dragged out the door I manage to grab A handful of the strange sealed clothing, my fingers finding purchase on various bulging packages. My fingers dig into several of the pink plastic bags, the fabric inside each yielding as I tighten my grip around them.

One after another tumble from my grasp, my stomach sinking as the sight of the packages bouncing off the hardwood floor before I quickly bring the remaining three packages to my heavily sagging chest as I clutch the packages as tightly as I can.

The sound of jingling keys ring in my ear as Gracie snatches my apartment keys from a small hook by the door, the goth pausing for a moment as she glances down at the shoes on the floor.

"Come on!" she snaps, kicking one of the sneakers as it bounces off my foot. "Do I have to do everything for you?"

Changing Clothes - Part Four

"Oh my..." I wheeze, my voice coming out in a sweet yet husky croak as I feel my chin wiggle slightly. With each wheezing breath I feel my chest rise and fall, the mammoth weights rubbing uncomfortably inside the woolen sweater with each clawing gasp. My belly and waist fare little better, the deep inhalations causing me to feel the pile of flab stretching the skin around my abdomen and hips.

Fidgeting with the sweater I soon find the hem hanging around my mid-thigh, the oversized sweater seemingly acting as a sort of cozy 'while-at-home' dress. Titling my head slightly, a cascade of light brown extremely blurry strands falling into my field of view, I spot the glasses on the sofa and worse yet the large and wide panties resting on the floor.

My head spins, my heart racing at an uncomfortable rate as I part my plump lips. My soft rounded cheeks burn hot with a sense of embarrassment as I lay splayed on the floor, the sensation only growing worse as I feel my thick thighs press against each other with the usual obstruction between my legs failing to make any sort of appearance.

Flailing slightly in the clothing pile I try to get a grip on this new body, my mind racing with dozens of trains of thought all at once as I try to work out what I should do. 

Suddenly, I am broken from my desperate and panicked thoughts as Gracie barges her way into the room with a frustrated scowl across her face.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Six

My stomach sinks as I find the GPS guiding me out beyond the suburbs, houses soon growing further and further apart as dense trees and the beach begin to flank the road. Mansions and holiday homes sit interspersed with tiny shacks, the last hold outs against the mounting gentrification of the island's fringes.

As even these houses grow even more spread out I'm soon told to take a harsh turn off the main road and onto a dirt path, the whole car lurching with the grinding of metal as I take the right-angle a little too fast for the failing vehicles liking.

The dirt road wraps around behind a curtain of palms, the line of trees blocking the wire fence and the small studio cabins behind it from sight. Standing on concrete blocks, the various cabins look like they were intended for short terms visitors, though despite this it seems that Ms Akana had lived here prior to our swap.

My lips quiver as I slowly pull up beside one of the newly built robin's egg blue shacks, my breath growing short as I stare at my new home in shock before bringing the car to a stop.

"This is..." I murmur, sighing to myself as the engine splutters and grinds to a stop. "... Tiny..."

Reaching up I run my light brown hands through my dark sweaty hair, pulling it back and behind my shoulders as I shift awkwardly in my seat. My apartment had been cozy as a generous description but this... this place looked downright cramped.

"She'd better live alone..." I grumble, forcing the rusted door open with my shoulder before flinging myself out of the cabin and onto the gravel coated ground beneath.

Re:Reality Reversal - Part Four

"Here..." the man huffs, obviously eager for his break. "Your new ID will be sent to your home in the next few..."

My eyes go wide as he brings up home, my hands patting at my pockets for a moment before finding a slightly bulging phone case resting against my thigh. Pulling it out I breath a sigh of relief, my gaze falling to the see-through sparkly yellow shell wrapping around the device as a single key and a set of credit cards sit beneath.

"Wait..." I mutter, looking at the one solitary key. "Where's my car keys?"

"Oh..." the man blurts out, his eyes going wide. "Did we... not empty your pock..." he continues, sighing into his mask as he cuts himself off. "We at Reality Reversal apologize for the loss of any goods or items" he states dryly, as if reading a script from memory. "Any items left on your person are unfortunately lost, please send the invoice for their replacement to our customer service team for..." he continues, groaning as he leans against the desk.

"You get the gist right?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes. "You're good to go otherwise..." he sighs, looking at me as I stare at him in no small amount of shock and confusion.

"Thank you for visiting today..." he continues a little forcefully, his gaze darting to the door. "Have a nice day..."

Re:Reality Reversal - Part Three

The man sighs as I feel the inching and squirming sensation grind to a halt, my body locked up around me like a prison. He leans back in his seat, the man bringing his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes over and over forcefully in an effort to relieve some tension.

"Okay..." he sighs, arching his back before leaning over to adjust the screen once again. "Now that we have you all nice and ready... it seems we can get a clearer image" he explains, rotating the screen part way back before fiddling with the mouse.

I watch as the little window expands, what had once been a tiny screen of low frame rate static blowing up to fill the whole monitor despite its original terrible boxy aspect ratio.

"I'm sure you'll be seeing her a lot more in the mirror..." the man chuckles lightly, looking at the video himself before looking back at me. "But here, why don't you take a look at the new you you'll be bringing home."

As the man turns the screen back around I find my eyes locking to the image of a curvy young woman in her early twenties with plush plump lips and a massive bust, her long nailed hand clutching a set of bright pastel pink workout gear as she nibbles her bottom lip eagerly

Re:Reality Reversal - Part Two

As I take an awkward seat on the metal stool I feel a series of light static shock prickle at my fingers, the stored energy being strong enough to even zap at my legs and ass through my loose pale blue jeans. The doctor's shoulder slump as he squeezes the bridge of his nose, kneading the tan skin as he tries to ease out some tension.

"Sorry... sorry, no need to hear our workplace prob..." he sighs, his gave darting to an empty coffee mug before sighing once more. "Alright, let's go over these results..." he mutters tiredly, reaching up as he begins to turn the screen towards me.

The screen is largely filled with writing beyond my understanding, various test results from the blood sample I had given weeks ago that meant practically nothing to me. A bit of movement catches my eyes, a small window in the top right of the screen showing fairly low frame rate footage as if from a security camera.

"Don't worry about most of that, your iron levels are fine and all the usual metrics are well within the healthy range. What matters for your purposes is that you appear to be more suitable to bring a new body over here for you, hope you like your life because you'll be keeping it with a new body"."

The man chuckles to himself as I stare at the screen intently, my gaze falling on the image of... Nothing. The small windows shows no small amount of static, the black and white fuzz rolling own at what seemed to be single digit frames per second.

"We're still trying to get a lock on..." the man huffs, turning the screen back around as he takes the mouse into his hand. He begins to click at the screen, his eyes narrowing as he seems to focus on his task while I simply sit in silence.

Reality Reversal - Part Two

As I take an awkward seat on the metal stool I feel a series of light static shock prickle at my fingers, the stored energy being strong enough to even zap at my legs and ass through my loose pale blue jeans. The doctor's shoulder slump as he squeezes the bridge of his nose, kneading the tan skin as he tries to ease out some tension.

"Sorry... sorry, no need to hear our workplace prob..." he sighs, his gave darting to an empty coffee mug before sighing once more. "Alright, let's go over these results..." he mutters tiredly, reaching up as he begins to turn the screen towards me.

The screen is largely filled with writing beyond my understanding, various test results from the blood sample I had given weeks ago that meant practically nothing to me. A bit of movement catches my eyes, a small window in the top right of the screen showing fairly low frame rate footage as if from a security camera.

"Don't worry about most of that, your iron levels are fine and all the usual metrics are well within the healthy range. What matters for your purposes is that you appear to be more suitable to send you over there to a new body and life, hope you said your goodbyes before coming today."

The man chuckles to himself as I stare at the screen intently, my gaze falling on the image of a slender and busty young woman in her late teens with messy hair and braces, the young woman blushing intensely as she fidgets next to the equally awkward young man beside her in the cinema.

Reality Reversal - Part One

I kick my legs beneath my seat as I sit in the cramped waiting room, the extended and narrow space being more a wide corridor than a real room in and of itself. I had been waiting for nearly an hour, the rough appointment time being more of an estimate given the nature of the work going on behind closed doors.

"Mr Anderson?" calls a soft voice from further up the room, a tall and slender redheaded woman reading from a clip board as a doughy young man heaves up to his feet. The plastic seat creaks beneath him as the frame flexes without his weight bearing down on it.

I watch as the shorter blonde haired man waddles up towards the taller redhead, the woman barely even paying him much attention as she gestures down a hall with her clip board before guiding him out of sight.

My gaze returns to the walls around me, the pale robin's egg blue begin meant to act as a calming color for those awaiting their test results. Posters and pamphlets set in clear view for those waiting for their appointment.

'It's okay to be the weaker side'

'Coping mechanisms for a new reality'

'Need new clothes? Find local partners stores inside!'

Reverse Hopper, Reversed Fortunes - Part Three

I open the driver's side door, hopping out quickly as I lurch and stumble on the uneven cobblestone. I hear a voice scream in shock as I appear from behind the dumpster, the cry quickly being followed by my world spinning as I'm brought to the ground along with the utter stranger.

"S... sorry..." I croak, groaning a little as I feel my arm pressing against their shoulder while my other hand rests grazed against the stones beneath me. As I try to stand I feel my arm tug on something, the feeling of their warm skin against mine pulling painfully as though we were super glued together.

"I... oh..." the voice mutters as her words catch in her throat. Leaning back I look down as I find myself staring at a bespectacled skinny and short woman in her late teens with long black hair pulled back into a thick braid, her large and heaving bust pooling to the sides of her petite torso. 

A set of pale icy blue eyes look up at me in shock, her delicate jaw hanging open as she begins to hyperventilate.