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.

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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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.

Build-a-Mom (Underground Swap Clinic) - Part Two

However, one thing quickly snaps me back into focus. My eyes fixate on the last page, my gaze locking to the number of signatures at the bottom of the agreements. Swallowing hard I read it over, finally internalizing the three potential clients.

The signatures vary wildly in nature, from elegant and swirling calligraphy-like loops to jittery chicken scratch and the simple printed name 'Mary-Anne' sitting in between. My stomach sinks at the sight of all the names, my hand absentmindedly shifting to my hairy stomach at the thought of what it could mean.

As Pam returns, clutching the clipboard beneath one arm with a glass of whiskey in each hand, she is followed by a small group of people. The sound of slow footsteps, heavy set stomping, and the sound of creaking wheels reach my ears before the sight of any of the potential clients.

Pam quickly passes me one of the glasses, taking a sip from the other herself as she revels in the perks of her position, the sight of the first client causing me to take a long drawn-out sip as well.

Build-a-Mom (Underground Swap Clinic) - Part One

Sitting on a small stool I glance around at the shelves surrounding me, the towering frames reaching up to the metal roof and the hanging lights that poorly lit the space. It wasn't like they were intended to properly light the place at night, with the workers having cleared out hours ago.

The shelves are lined with various boxes of parts and pieces of machinery. Without any knowledge of the location one could easily just think of the place as some dispatching hub for some home improvements or tech store. However, I had not only seen the sign out front but also one of the bare devices in the back with each pointing to the same business.

The Swap Clinic

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.

Viral Second Puberty - Part Two

Holding the paper up to the white fluorescent light the doctor inspects the results, exhaling a little as he turns to me.

"It looks like you have an Early On-Set Milf Variant" the young doctor mutters, double-checking his work with a sharp hiss. "I'm...sorry..." he continues, taking a set away out of the fear of catching such a life-altering variant.

My stomach would sink with it weren't churning and threatening to upturn its contents, my blood would run cold with it weren't for the chills and fever already wracking my body. I'd seen people affected by this in the news, articles being written about the poor few who rapidly found themselves losing anywhere from twenty to thirty years of their lives.

Viral Second Puberty - Part One

Slumped over the doctor's office I fidget in my seat. With each of my wheezing breaths I feel the cloying moisture rise up from my mask, my feverish flushed face only growing more uncomfortably warm the longer I'm left waiting for the doctor to come to check on me.

The moment I had come into the waiting room, rugged up and sweating profusely beneath the heavy layers, I had quickly been ushered into a private room. The receptionists had kept their distance, quickly outfitting themselves with plastic face shields and rubber gloves as they lead me to a quiet and isolated wing of the practice.

It had started only a day or two ago, a bit of the sniffles combined with a slight headache. I had been having trouble sleeping beforehand, leading me to chalk it all up to my immune system being thrown for a loop by the wildly varying amounts of rest. However, by the next day my whole body ached as sweat poured from my searing hot forehead. I'd called a doctor immediately, describing my symptoms as best as I could. Thankfully, and worryingly, I had been given an emergency appointment for the next day as I was warned to drink plenty of water and stay away from others.

The Auto-Closet - Part Seven

"Don't worry Jordan" my mother coos, rubbing Monica's shoulder as she starts up the Auto-Closet. Before the doors can close I watch her glare down at me as she remarks "It's only for a month, plenty of time to see if you're the right fit before Monica... Pops" she explains with a giggle, Monica for her part shuddering though failing to hide the grin plastered across my former face.

The Auto Closet hisses and whines around me, the mixture of the noise and the sealed doors blocking any more the conversation out in the bedroom as the metal hands descend from on high.

I howl and scream for them to come back, to give me back my damned body, before suddenly the world goes dark once again.

The Auto-Closet - Part Six

"No, I'm just saying you don't understand. It would be unfair to take back the offer now. Families are a lot of work, not that he'd know about work. Maybe this will open his eyes" my mother whines, spitting out her references to me in a venomous grumble.

I could admit it, I hadn't been the best son growing up. I'd been fairly lazy, really doing my chores unless eventually forced to do so. I'd never been into the usual family events, the birthdays and holidays that went by with minimal interaction from myself. The thought of her still holding a grudge over all that, over a decade after I had left home, was downright bone-chilling

The Auto-Closet - Part Five

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