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? 

Making it with the Medallion - Part Four

"Okay..." I mutter, taking a mental note as I lean in to the mirror and look over my delicate lightly tan face. "Tall young woman... at least I could use some of my clothes I guess..." I muse, reaching over to the medallion as I grab it along with another item of clothing with baited breath.

"But what else..." I continue, my heart racing as the static charge rapidly shoots up my arm. "... Could I be..." 

As my grab the medallion I reach over to a bundle of stretch elastic beige fabric, the breathable material brushing against my long and delicate fingers. In an instant I feel my skin begin to burn, the light tan growing more and more pronounced by the second as the pale streaks on my shoulder rapidly vanish while the paleness below my waist heightens to a ghostly level.

My hips pop loudly, the pelvis rapidly flaring out as the waist band of my sweat pants stretch and side up and over the growing mass in my lower body. I can practically hear my thighs and ass gargle as soft squish fat pools into them, the taut skin fighting to contain the juicy flab and hold it in a delightfully plump and perky state.

As I hold up my t-shirt I watch as the defined abdominals vanish into a slim tan belly, my waist soon cinching in tightly as the air is forced from my lungs. My chest bubbles and grows, the fatty mounds growing more prominent as they push out at the dyed blue cotton before sagging just ever so slightly.

 I watch as the once delicate and slight youthful face in the mirror rounds out slightly, her cheeks growing more full and flushing as my eyes shift to a muddled hazel and grow to a delightful doe-like stare. My lips plump up, the pink cushions growing soft and enticing while the dark shoulder length hair curls slightly as it shifts to an auburn hue and rapidly descends down to my lower back.

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.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Five

For a second I feel like I'm seeing double, the rather plain and simple Swap Clinic around me flickering with the image of one that felt far more lavish. The unspooling of my brain finally runs it's course as I feel the last of myself slide out of my skull with a wet plop, the long single strand of thoughts and experiences soon landing rather haphazardly inside someplace else.

My eyes struggle to focus, the warm dribble running down my chin feeling as though it was different than mere moments ago. A soft voice calls out to me from the haze, my throbbing head making it hard to focus on just who it was coming from.

"How are you feeling Ms Akana?"

The soft and gentle tones reverberate inside my head, the name Akana causing a faint twinge of recognition somewhere deep inside the squishy mass I could feel myself pouring into. I barely manage to gurgle out a response before slumping forward, my body landing with a thud into a set of grasping hands.

My view of the world is shrouded by a curtain of long dark hair, the curtain of frizzy strands smelling of sea salt and lightly of artificial coconut. My dimmed vision snaps to my nose as I feel myself slow get dragged forward, the slight hazy sight of the light brown bridge leaving me going cross eyed in an attempt to get a better look.

As the door to the room opens, the young woman holding me up huffing with the effort of juggling my limp body as she shoves the door, I let out a pained groan. The sound of the hinges rings horridly in my ears and skull, a terrible throbbing and burning sensation filling my head as I feel more and more of myself shift and settle into place.

"My... head..." I whine, my drool filled mouth spluttering out the scant few words in a hoarse yet delicate voice. Demure and almost sickly sweet, the sound feels all too foreign to me as I linger on the sound for far too long.

"You have..." the soft-spoken woman huffs quietly, her words pausing between deep breaths. "... A far... less experienced... brain..." she explains, forcing another door open with her body as I'm met with the sound of soft piano music.

With a sudden surge I feel myself almost begin thrown onto a rather plush sofa, my whole body sinking into it as I collapse limply into the cushions.

"Please..." the soft voice pants, obviously a little out of breath. "Please just rest for a moment, we can dis... discharge you in an hour or so..."

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Four

I let out a huff, reaching over to my coffee before draining the cold milking beverage away as I heave myself back up into a seated position. With phone in hand I lurch up from my seat, walking back to the kitchen with my mug in order to make yet one more coffee as I mull over my answers.

"Gotta really think this over..." I sigh, my thumb flicking across the screen as I send the Swap Clinic app lunging between profiles. "This could be... for quite a long time..."

As the water boils one last time I look between the pictures, my lips pursing as I stare at Stephanie for a while before closing out of the profile. She was cute and seemed to have a fine enough life, but did I really want to be a young woman in my mid-twenties just getting by with a part-time job at some discount store in the country? Probably not.

"One down..." I mutter under my breath, spooning out some more instant coffee as I fumble with getting all of it into the mug.

If Stephanie was out, then I suppose that Astrid was out as well. While a year younger than the grungy girl with strawberry blonde hair the short bottom heavy brunette had the similar problem, approaching her mid-twenties and just only recently getting a job at some small town bakery. Was there a future there? Maybe, but with so many other options she simply fell short in my head.

My lips purse as I close out of Lucy's profile, the young busty nurse simply having too stressful a job for me to even consider taking over her for. I had wanted a change of pace and something a little more quiet and simple, the idea of being in-charge of the health and well being of vulnerable people simply being too much for me.

This simply left Kiara and Adrianna, two very different women who seemed eager to slip into my life while dumping me into theirs. Both were so very different, the towering willowy blonde looking after the old family farm and living off of her wealthy parent's estate or the fit and beautiful island girl working to serve those from the blonde's tax bracket. While the wealth difference was a bit staggering there were other consideration.

"I've never lived near the beach..." I mutter under my breath, my gaze lingering on the young woman with light brown skin as she stands in the pristine sand. "Only nineteen... plenty of time to test things out and organize another swap if I..." continue, my lips twisting into a bit of a smirk.

A Swap With A View - Part Two

Claire bounds to her feet with a squeal of excitement, the brunette downing the rest of her glass before she races back into the kitchen and then to the other side of the house. "He agreed!" the older woman cackles, a thudding set of footsteps soon bound upstairs as she goes to retrieve something.

I sit in silence, shivering with anxiety as I drink the wine in an effort to steel myself. Before long I hear the footsteps begin to grow louder again, the sound of Claire's voice soon echoing out from over the mezzanine.

"So I was thinking..." she calls out, excitement dripping from each word. "You could...Swap bodies and lives with Mei, my daughter's bestie. I swear, that girl is a terrible influence, has been ever since they met in college" Claire huffs, her excitement waning as she grumbles at the thought of this frustrating thorn in her family's side. 

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Five

With a coughing spasm I come to, my drenched naked body wracking itself with a violent bout of hacking coughs. Hair clings to my face and back, every muscle in my body aching from a full day of constant strain, and worst of all my sinuses feel filled to bursting.

With a deep breath I huff though my nose, my fit and firm abdominal clenching as I wheeze out another body rocking series of coughs. With a wet pop I feel something launch from my nose as I watch a thick clear glob of goo straight onto the drain, a loud slurping sound filling the shower as its sucked down the pipe.

My eyes go wide as the reality of the situation hits me like a tonne of bricks. With a shriek I dive at the drain, dropping to the tiled floor with a crash as I claw at the metal crate over the gurgling drain. The subtle blubbering of the thick ooze running through the pipes slowly grows distant, the sound eventually being drowned out entirely by the sound of the running water and approaching footsteps.

"You okay in there?" shouts a familiar voice, the same older and commanding shout now turning to a quieter yet still equally stern tone. "Heard you yell out."

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Four

Once more I'm met with the loud squeaking of plastic and sloshing of our liquefied forms, the shadow of an arm wrapping around us and shifting as the lights overhead pass us by. I try to make things out, the thump of car doors and the roaring of an engine being readily recognizable while the muffled chatter around me simply fades into a wall of noise.

In a flurry of motion the packaging is torn to shreds as a hand begins to snatch out the bottles one by one. The constant sickening motion makes it hard to make anything else, the sight of other neatly stacked packs of bottled water only momentarily sticking with me as I feel myself churning and my vision blurring with the ever present movement.

With another loud thud I find myself finally being able to come to rest, my unstable and sloshing form stilling swirling for a moment as the world around me spins slowly back into view. Focusing my vision I strain to make sense of the world around me, my warped vision struggling to take in the Long running track  stretching out ahead of me, the bottle having been placed next to the finish line.

With a loud crack of a starting pistol the ground begins to rumble, a wall of sound and agitation causing my world to rock and shift into a distorted blur. Faceless figures shift in the crowed bleachers nearby, each wearing bright primary colors as they cheer on the oncoming racers.

In a flash its all over, the hammering footfalls growing terrifyingly close before racing past in a blur. As the runners slow their pace the violent shaking slowly comes to a quiet end.

"FUCK!" screams a voice, the sound coming from a stomping figure as they make their way over towards me. Her voice with bright and full of passion, a slight nasal whine whistling out as she shouts. My world suddenly shifts as a lightly tan hand rips me up from the ground.

"Nobody likes a sore loser Caitl..." another voice chides, warm and soothing yet with an obviously cocky energy.

Suddenly, I feel myself slam into one side of the the and then the other. The plastic buckles and crunches as it hits the ground, the rough dirt track providing little in the way of cushioning as the cheap plastic prison is pushed to its limit.

"RIGHT!" shouts a booming voice, my gelatinous body quivering on instinct as the commanding tones of the older woman ring out over the field. "Caitlyn Marshal Stewart! Go cool off!"

"But..." whines the chirpy voice, only to be cut off shouting of the older woman once again.

"Now!" she barks, my bottle quickly being snatched up from the track as I'm carried elsewhere.

The cheering of the crowd quickly fades as the sound of angry stomping footfalls soon take their place. From the dirt track, to grass and then to pavement, the steady and powerful strides ring out as I begin to spot a pair of heavily worn white sneakers lurching past the bottom of the bottle.

A loose neon green singlet acts like a curtain around me, my transparent cell being pressed and held against the poorly fitted top. Before long the harsh baking heat of the sun vanishes, the sound of a door being kicked open soon leading me into a quiet an echo-filled room.

"Fucking Marissa" the bright voice snaps, grunting as my bottle is hurled across the fluorescent light filled room. I clatter to the floor with another crumpling slam, the sight of pale blue tiles filling half my vision as lockers line the walls.

As my strangely warped vision slowly stabilizes, I watch as my seeming abuser rips open one of the lockers causing the thin metal door to shake and rattle. Scowling intensely she begins to search through the locker, grabbing a towel and bottle of soap before slamming the door closed again.

It's difficult to tell from my warped vision, but the young woman is undoubtedly on the taller side and easily stands at around five foot eight or even nine. Her long pale blonde hair is pulled back into the tightest of ponytails, a black hairband holding back any errant strands from getting into her dark brown eyes. She slender and narrow jaw line and dimpled cheeks give her an almost cute appearance, the delicate features marred by a bend in the bridge of her button nose and a small pink scar running across it.

As she strides over she quickly begins to rip off the green tank top, hurling the cheap synthetic and heavily worn garment aside. She toned and slender body is bound lightly in a set of skin tight running sorts and a top that could better be considered a bra. Each item is a blend of dark gray and black, sections of material and accenting lines. The top holds her chest seemingly painfully tightly, her breasts remaining almost rock solid with each of her steps. The shorts however reveal a set of long and powerful legs, her thick and muscular calves and thighs flexing as she stomps over towards me.

The girl barely breaks her stride as she snatches me up from the floor, another series of curse words ringing out as she pushes open a cubicle door revealing a small shower.

"That bitch didn't even need to run in the semis..." she huffs, slamming the door behind her as she violently grabs at the top. "I'm dehydrated Ms Cameron..." she chirps in a mocking and dismissive tone, whipping the sports bra over to a small wooden shelf as her perky sizeable bust falls free. "I'm tired  Ms Caaaaamron" she continues, wriggling her flared hips free from the tight confines of her shorts as they cling to her sweat drenched body for dear life.

Her athletic frame is covered in distinct tan lines, her light tan ending right where the running gear had been moments ago. Her sweat soaked skin is otherwise remarkably pale ,the subtle tan likely being the extent she can muster before burning to a crisp. With a slight yelp she tugs at the hairband, her long blonde hair tumbling down to her shoulder blades as she yanks out several strands along with the tight black band.

With a thud I find myself placed beside the discarded clothes as the bottle of soap is dropped alongside me. With a crackling hiss the room fills with the round of running water, the young woman jumping under the powerful stream with a wince as she begins to shiver. Her small ghostly pale pink nipples soon stand at attention in the frigid cold, her shaking hand reaching back to adjust the faucet as she cools herself off.

Finally, a sigh of relief slips from her lips as she flashes just the faintest of smiles. Her hand slaps over to the shelf, snatching up the bottle of soap as she begins to bring it to her lips. Catching her mistake she lets out a frustrated grumble, pouring out a small blob of faint purple goo into her hand as she quickly begins to lather herself.

"I'm so fucking..." she sighs with exhaustion, her voice sounded drained beyond belief once all the excitement and anger was gone. Her sud covered hand quickly snatches at my bottle, grabbing it from the shelf as she places the soap back. "...And still cold?" she muses, shaking me slightly before twisting off the lid.

As she bring the top of the bottle to her lips I feel something surge inside me, the feeling of warmth and of her breath against my liquefied form basically calling to me. For a second I hear a scream, my whole body lurching up and out the top of the bottle as I frantically begin to worm and writhe my way towards that cozy and desperately needed warmth, before suddenly the world goes dark.

Feeling around in the darkness my... hand? limb? something brushes up against... something else. It's hard to describe, the object feeling full to burst and imposing as I lazily slide over it. It's warm though, and comforting to he touch.

After a moment however I'm shoved back as something lashes out, whatever was housed inside and wrapping itself around... whatever it is sensing my presence and violently trying to force me back. However, as the strange force whips around it begins to feel my faint and the lashing more distant. With each growing frantic motion the presence begins to slip away, its grip on its home failing it bit by bit.

Inching forward as brush against the object again, my phantasmal limb feeling the large and homey thing properly for the first time. It feels almost hollow, or at least the various ridges and chasms carved into it make it feel hollow, the slowly emptying space practically calling out to me to fill it.

The other presence quickly begins to fade as I slink over to the object, wrapping myself around it as I feel a warmth in my chest and breath filling my lungs for the first time in seemingly forever. I ooze into the crevices and gaps, my entire form slowly coming to rest in he strange space as I feel as though I'm about to fall asleep in a warm and comfortable bed.

With a coughing spasm I come to, my drenched naked body wracking itself with a violent bout of hacking coughs. Hair clings to my face and back, every muscle in my body aching from a full day of constant strain, and worst of all my sinuses feel filled to bursting.

With a deep breath I huff though my nose, my fit and firm abdominal clenching as I wheeze out another body rocking series of coughs. With a wet pop I feel something launch from my nose as I watch a thick clear glob of goo...

Booted by the Book Club - The Long Holiday - Part Three

With a deep breath Carmen turns back towards me, her slowly plodding gait soon bringing her looming over me. Reaching down she moves to take her bag, pouring out the contents onto the table with a loud series of thuds. Between several labelled containers, each baring the name of a member of her book club, a number of small unmarked vials and water bottles come rolling out. Each of the bottle sit filled with clear liquid as one would expect, however, quite a few appear resealed and somewhat heavier than the others.

"It was the cheapest option" Carmen mutters, grabbing one of the sealed bottles before quickly beginning to drink from it. After a few seconds she turns to pour the water out, filling the cups carefully as she leaves some in the bottle itself. Leaning down with a groan, the doughy blonde carefully lifts my bowl, tilting it towards the open bottle as I find myself slowly oozing over the edge.

"You're the last one" she muses absentmindedly, poking at my gelatinous form as she forces it down the narrow neck of the bottle. "It took far longer than I wanted to get everyone's choices all organized and ready, though..." she mutters, watching as the last of me slides into the bottle. Carmen quickly gives my plastic prison a quick swirl, my thick form taking on the water as I feel myself thinning out.

"It really gave me time to think..." Carmen chuckles, adding a little more water to the bottle as she tries to fill it back to the same amount it had previously. "And I think...This vacation may be a more permanent affair for all of us. Shame I 'misplaced' all of you" she states with a knowing smirk, a slight manic look in her eyes as she slowly begins to place the water bottles back into her bag.

Booted by the Book Club - Part Two

"It's why I really needed you to finish that tea" she states, heaving herself up to her feet with her heavier form. "You see, the club and I were wanting to trial a bit of a refresh and someone was more than eager to give your body a bit of a test drive on our... holiday" Carmen explains, fiddling with 'her' purse as she slowly approaches my slumped form.

"We all picked someone" she explains, scowling for a moment as she purses her borrowed lips. "Margaret was just a little... well she is a lovely and caring woman, love her to pieces. However, she couldn't bring herself to do... well this" Carmen states, rolling her eyes as she begins to loom over the bowl in which I lay.

"I mean how was she going to do this to her neighbors, let alone her new daughter" Carmen continues, her eye twitching as she fumbles around in the bag for something. As she finally stands beside me she slowly pulls out an old kimchi jar filled with clear goo, a label reading 'Hae-Woon' sitting stuck to the side. I'm forced to watch as the doughy blonde woman twists the red cap off of the rounded plastic jar, the oozing clear creature inside shuddering slightly as its suddenly exposed to the air of the apartment.

As the jar inches close and closer to my blank and vacant face Carmen seems to grow a little nervous, her pudgy hands shaking a little as she slowly bring the container right beneath my former chin. Suddenly, the goo ripples and leaps from the old jar, the clear gel spreading out and thinning into smaller tendrils as it grapples and clings to my body's head. 

"Jesus..." Carmen wheezes, placing a hand to her chest as she drops the now empty jar to the floor. "That still scares the shit out of..." she mutters, pausing as she slowly squeezes her large sagging chest with a bit of a wince. "Almost there..." Carmen sighs, huffing loudly through her borrowed nostrils. "I am done wearing Maggie."

Body-Boutique Protection Program - Part Two

With a loud groan the door swings open once again, the older woman reaching for her belt and beneath her jacket before slowly easing her hand down to her side.

"Agent Miller" she states, her eyes narrowing towards the figure beyond the darkened doorway. "You're early, are you that eager to get back to desk duty?" she chuckles softly, trying to ease the sudden burst of tension that had overcome her.

With straining vision I try to focus on the door frame, the flickering hypnotic lights doing little to help me see into the dim space beyond the room. Sitting stunned by the machine I watch as a skinny and top heavy young Chinese woman in her early twenties racing in, her massive bust jostling in her tight top as she looks at the machines with relief.

Naughty or Nice - Naughty - Part One

As the doughy old man places the small gift box on my coffee table a mug is jostled, the ceramic soon tumbling to the floor with a loud crash.

I lurch up from my strained and light sleep, the smashing of the mug against the wooden floor ripping me from a dream already fading from my mind. The footfalls quicken in pace in the living room down the hall, the soft steps soon disappearing out the window before the sound of bells begin to pull away and into the distance.

Despite the freezing temperature I leap from my bed, pulling open the draw of my bedside table as I grab out the heavy metal torch sitting within. Armed to the best of my ability and with a stream of harsh light in hand I begin to tentatively pace towards the bedroom door.

Hunched low I slowly open the door with a painfully long creak, my bleary sleep filled eyes straining to see in the darkened rooms despite the harsh stream of light pouring from the powerful torch. Creeping down the hallway I careful step into the combined living room and kitchen. The window sits up, snowflakes slowly falling in as a harsh and painfully cold breeze billows inside.

Whipping my head around I soon find my torchlight pointed towards the shattered pale green coffee mug, my attention soon turning to the coffee table on which it once sat. My eyebrow cocks in confusion as I aim the torchlight at the object sitting in the center of the old low wooden table, my eyes squinting as I stare at the stark grim coal black present.

The scent of ash and fire hangs heavily in the air, an undertone of dirt wafting up to me as I inch towards the box. I swear that in the harsh light of the torch and the striking shadows of the dim apartment around me the box appears to shift, the pristine cardboard sides bulging and almost breathing and hiss like the bestial thing is alive.

The Replacements - Part Five

Music plays from above me as I stir awake, the morning sun filling the room and warming my bare skin as I writhe in my seat. Exhaustion grips me, my mind recoiling as I reach around for the blanket to cover my head with. A yelp escapes my lips as I smack my chest in my limp flailing, my arm squishing my rack of fat resting beneath the loose white singlet.

My eyes shoot open with a start, my whole body lurching up as the memory of my late night rendezvous snaps to the forefront of my mind. My legs shake as I stand on unsteady feet, the floor oddly warm beneath me as I find myself standing alone in the spartan apartment.

The white walls are bathed in orange light, a faint mist hovering beyond the window diffusing the sunrise in a deliciously lush fashion. Low-fi beats play softly from hidden speakers in the ceiling, the soothing tunes making the early morning almost pleasant.

"Holy..." I mutter, coughing as my soft and gentle voice comes out in a delicate whisper. The black silky hair hangs in my face in a messy tangle, the sight causing me to reach up with my delicate hands to pull knots from the strands and part it as I begin to move through the apartment with some sleep under my nonexistent belt.

Double or Nothing - Part Two

I had been selected for a few reasons. From my height and sex to my education and endowment, the company behind all this felt I would be a delightful offering in the casino. They had even provided me with a good deal of chips to use for the more traditional gambling to get me through the door and down at the tables in the hopes of engaging their clientele.

Over the coming weeks I soon found myself flooded with free liquor, the days passing by in a haze as I won practically every single hand with a sense of almost impossible luck. No matter how many drinks were handed to me, no matter how blurred my mind or black out drunk I had been, my winning streak remained unbroken day after day.

However, while in this haze it became harder to assess the bets and to barter well. My winning streak soon leaving a trail of oddly altered bodies and lives in my wake while my own changed radically from day to day thanks to my morning and nighttime trips to the onboard Swap Clinic.

Re: The Replacements - Part Four

"Look" he states, pressing me against his rock hard muscles and squeezing my ass possessively. "I'm the reason you're in there, let's go on the cruise and you can fucking dump me or whatever when we land in Europe or whatever" he continues, seemingly trying to barter with the man living behind his ex's eyes.

He looks around nervous for a second, biting his lower lip before continuing his thought. 

"She fucking cancelled my ticket, but you can uncancel it and it'll all be good" he explains, the reasoning behind the bargaining slowly coming to light. "Let's just..." he begins, loosing his grip as he reaches for the door and allowing a moment to slip free.

I pause for a moment, thinking about my options after the pure deluge of information, before a smirk slowly creeps across my stolen face.

"Replacement, quanto costa (how much does it cost?)" I ask, looking over to the broker with a grin. The bright young Latina goes wide eyed for a moment before a smirk mirroring my own begins to form. She gives the two large men a look, the muscular gentlemen moving forward as if to approach the door as one pulls a small needle from his pocket.

"Oh sweetie, you've spent more than that on dinner in the past" the broker giggles, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me, I've seen your expenses."

Re: The Replacements - Part Three

My eyes snap wide open as I feel the bindings, the sudden surge of panic waking me up more than enough to break free from the dullness gripping my body. I immediately catch the sight of the Latina, my broker, as she stands in front of me.

For a second I feel my mind skip a beat, watching as she massages someone across from me while feeling her rub my own shoulders. A smirk spreads across her lips as she catches some hint of my confusion, her eyes darting to the right slightly from behind her rose colored glasses. Glancing over I notice a large black slender section of wood, a cheap and flimsy frame for a cheap and flimsy mirror.

My jaw drop and a squeak escaping my lips as I drink in the reflection of a young Mediterranean woman in her late teens or very early twenties with long dark hair and warm tanned skin.

The Replacements - Part Four

"Come on dumplin'" the man chuckles, grabbing me and practically tossing me into the back seat. "Need to get home 'fore the missus gets wise to her missin' husband" he continues, a phone buzzing in the front seat as he's sent a message.

As I land in the large vehicle he slams the door shut, walking around to the driver's seat as he talks inaudibly to the broker. She barely looks up from her phone, giving him short responses as she texts and reads from her phone.

Turning to sit my tiny frame properly in the seat, my bare pert behind rubbing against the dirty crumb-filled fabric as the cheap black panties slip between my cheeks, I feel my leg knock against something. Looking down I'm forced to hold my glasses, my hand shooting up as I feel the large frames begin to slide off my nose.

Sitting on the floor is a large set of plastic bags, each one bulging with a hodge-podge of seemingly random items. From massive tubs of baby formula to white chocolate melts and large jars of spicy pickles, the bags practically scream late night cravings run.

The Replacements - Part Three

My eyes snap wide open as I feel the bindings, the sudden surge of panic waking me up more than enough to break free from the dullness gripping my body. I immediately catch the sight of the Latina, my broker, as she stands in front of me.

For a second I feel my mind skip a beat, watching as she massages someone across from me while feeling her rub my own shoulders. A smirk spreads across her lips as she catches some hint of my confusion, her eyes darting to the right slightly from behind her rose colored glasses. Glancing over I notice a large black slender section of wood, a cheap and flimsy frame for a cheap and flimsy mirror.

My jaw drop and a squeak escaping my lips as I drink in the reflection of a petite but stacked adorable Japanese woman.

Re: Mutual Medallion Mix-Up - Part Three

"Hughes?" Asks a soft and feminine voice beside my booth, the sudden intrusion into my own solitary thoughts nearly causing me to spill my coffee.

Snapping my head up from the slowly cooling beverage in my hands I glance over at the figure as they slide into the booth across from me, my eyes falling to a downright tiny and cutesy Japanese girl in a private school uniform.

Mutual Medallion Mix-Up - Part Three

"Hughes?" Asks a soft and feminine voice beside my booth, the sudden intrusion into my own solitary thoughts nearly causing me to spill my coffee.

Snapping my head up from the slowly cooling beverage in my hands I glance over at the figure as they slide into the booth across from me, my eyes falling to a dark-Skinned nerdy-looking bombshell in tight professional clothes.