Swap Clinic In The New Year - Finale

 At the sight of her old body losing itself to an overpowering orgasm Scarlett quickly follows suit. A low grunt emanates from her as she begins to buck her hips in kind, grabbing ahold of my hips as she buries her cock deep inside me and breaking the old condom open as she overfills it with cum.

I pant heavily as I sit atop Scarlett's pulsating cock, my voice escaping in short desperate squeaks as I lose myself to the pleasure this busty pint-sized body had given me. However, as I slowly but surely return to my sense I begin to grimace, wriggling my hips a little as I feel the sticky heat in my abdomen.

"H...Hey" Scarlett huffs, her eyes going wide as I stimulate her cock with my movements. "That feels...fuck...stop doing..." she continues, wincing and moving in an effort to get me off her dick.

"You fucker" I groan, smacking Scarlett hard on the chest with what strength I can muster. "You fucker, you came inside me" I hiss, continuing to ineffectually pound at her hair chest with my petite little hands.

"I told you..." she hisses, obviously pained more by her own cock than my beating on her chest. "I told you it was old, those things can break pretty..." she explains, her words cutting short as I slap her across the face.

"And you still..." I shout in anger, holding back as I try to calm myself down. Slowly but surely I begin to ease myself off of Scarlett, my breath shaking as I feel ready for another round or two of that intense pleasure. Looking down I can see her thick juicy cock, still wrapped in the tight form-fitting rubber. However, as I approach the tip things start to fall apart as thick globs of milky white cum coat the head and my pussy. The condom appears to have popped right at the end, the weakened aged material splitting under the pressure of the prodigious amount of cum.

"Holy hell" Scarlett mutters, her eyes darting between her cock and my creampied pussy. "I made all that...I guess you really were pent up, did you ever even masturbate?" she chuckles nervously, her face lost in a state of awe as she appreciates the mess she had made inside of me.

"I...you...fuck you" I whimper, running my fingers over my sensitive pussy lips and scooping up a little of the offending white mass. I carefully maneuver my panties back over my pussy, shuddering as I feel the material immediately become stuck to me thanks to the mixture of sexual fluids.

Despite my grimace something inside me revels in the sensation, of the hedonistic pleasure and of being secretly filled with something so lewd in what was essentially a public place. A slight grin spreads across Scarlett's lips as she recognizes something in my expression. She slides herself off the sweat and cum coated table before fiddling with her jeans.

"Oh...If I'm guessing right..." she mutters, struggling to get her cock restrained in the boxers and jeans she had decided to wear. She snatches up her former phone from the table I had been sitting on, spinning it around to unlock it using my glaring face.

"Let's...try..." she continues with a grin, passing the phone to me as I take it in my free hand.

The screen shows me through the camera, my long black hair matted with sweat and clinging to my shoulders. My heaving pale chest takes up the lower third of the image as I find myself adjusting my stance naturally to emphasize my massive assets. I begin to chew at my lips, trying to make them a little redder in the image as I begin to fiddle with the filters.

"There's my favorite little cam slut" Scarlett chuckles, watching me with great interest as I preen and prepare myself to film.

"Shut up" I grumble, my eyes darting down to the cum I had scooped up with my fingers.

Without another word I stare down the barrel of the camera, making bedroom eyes as I press record. A coy smile spreads across my lips as I begin to writhe in my seat, shaking my wobbling breasts from side to side as my smile grows. I slowly begin to bring my off-hand into shot, revealing the thick globs of cum as I use them to trace a line up my chest. I shift the camera, the light catching the shimmering drool on my chin and chest as I bring my fingers inches from my mouth. With a kiss and a wink to the camera I slide my cum coated fingers between my plump pillowy lips, fluttering my eyes lids and moaning sensually as I pretend to revel in the flavor.

In reality, it was a strangely salt and funky taste. I knew deep down I would not have enjoyed this taste mere days ago, but now something about it seemed almost enticing.

I suck on my fingers greedily, tilting the camera up as my eyes follow it. The shot shows my whole body from a top-down perspective, my breasts taking up a large part of the frame as I arch my back to get more of my skirt-covered ass into the shot.

"Love you Lovelies" I coo, smiling up at the camera and giving a little shimmy of my hips before ending the recording.

As the video begins to save my face drops, my eyes darting over to a very pleased Scarlett. "What the FUCK was..." I shout, glaring at the body thief as she makes herself decent.

"That? That was your work now" she explains with a smirk and a shrug "and you do it very well"

"But...that was all..." I mutter, my eyes darting between my now saliva slicked fingers as I begin to struggle to get my breasts back into the exceptionally tight top.

"Was all...what..." Scarlett asks, looking a little confused thanks to her own drained knowledge.

As I manage to holster the twins in the shirt, adjusting it to show off far more cleavage than I would have felt comfortable showing only an hour ago, a wild grin spreads across my lips. "That was too good an opportunity, that's going straight to the Onlyfans" I state eagerly, sliding myself off from the table.

Scarlett chuckles to herself as she walks over, helping me down as I struggle with my 4'10" form.

"Well...I'm glad you like it" she mutter, rubbing the back of her neck "I guess"

I shoot her a death glare, hitting her in the side ineffectually. "Go fuck yourself, you...you're the reason I'm like...the reason I like..." I grumble, finding it hard to be mad as I realize that she was right.

"By the way, you may want to get a...Plan B?" she explains nervously, having a little trouble broaching the topic.

"Nah, they told me that I can't get knocked up for a few days... I think. 'sides those things suck, make you all cramped and shitty" I respond, misremembering what I had been told and finding Scarlett's sexual knowledge far more helpful than I expected.

"Whatever you say" Scarlett says, walking towards the door "Just don't come crying to me for child support"

"Fuck off" I spit back, waddling along behind her as I feel her cum shift around inside of me. " 'sides, I make way more than you. I remember my...your shitty apartment" I chirp, trying to get one up on her.

She doesn't respond as we leave the room, looking back one last time to double-check if we left anything inside. As we walk through the lobby I find all eyes on me, with people occasionally looking up to the nervous-looking Scarlett in my body.

As we leave through the front doors, exiting onto the main street, she looks down at me and coughs a little.

"Um...you've got something on your..." she mutters, pointing at my chest.

Glancing down at the shelf of flesh she had stuck me with I see just why people were staring. A thick line of cum traces its way up my chest, the white stain shimmering a little in the sunlight.

"Oops, my bad" I respond nonchalantly, grabbing my breast and leaning in to lick at the supple flesh with my long tongue. "Missed that in the vid...fuck I shoulda filmed that" I groan, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

"I...uh...yeah..." Scarlett mutters, finding herself a little less confident sexually after our recent exchange. "So...uh...I guess this is goodbye huh?" She muses, looking at our reflection in the glass door.

"I mean...Probably" I reply, following her gaze into our traded reflections.

"I go back to teaching and living a normal life, you go back to...filming" she says with a smirk, eliciting another quick punch from me. "Maybe I'll get a girlfriend soon" she continues.

"Won't be hotter than me, or a better lay" I muse, feeling a delightful buzz run up my spine at the thought of riding something again soon.

"Well..." Scarlett mutters, blushing a little "How about we get coffee sometime?"

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Thirteen

 "It'll be fun. The room's soundproofed, you can be as loud as you want and I can finally test this thing out. Don't you want to know what it feels like? What you are..." she states, continuing her pitch before I suddenly sharply cut her off.

"Just shut up" I grumble, leaning in to lick my former cock.

As my unusually long tongue laps at the head of my former dick, a sharp gasp escapes the former Scarlet's lips. The whole thing appears to bob in response, standing up and hardening to what must be an uncomfortable degree.

"Wallet, condom, now" I snap, climbing atop Scarlett and spinning her to lay down on the table. I proceed to sit on her legs, still trapped in my old jeans, before leaning down to marvel at my old monster of a cock up close.

My face can't help just twist into a look of joy, a wide giddy smile spreading over my lips as I press the shaft against my cheek. It was just so large from this angle, my heart skipping a beat and my pussy twitching in anticipation as my body begins to tingle all over.

"Are...are you sure" Scarlett pants, pulling the old thing from her new wallet. I had bought that thing years ago, though I sadly never had a chance to use it. "It's kind of...old"

As she questions me I break my gaze from her cock, glaring up at her nervous-looking face.

"I...just give it to me" I snap, lavishing her dick with a long-drawn-out lick from base to head. "Don't be such a little bitch" I chide, wincing a little as I realize how much I sounded like the crass alternative girl I had become.

A shiver runs down my spine as I savor the sweaty musk and strange salty flavor of Scarlett's cock, some part of my reformed mind relishing the sensation as I wrap my lips around the head and begin to lap up the glistening pre-cum. My eyelids flutter a little as a moan escape my lips, my back arching and flaunting my rear end in response to the surge of lewd enjoyment I get from the situation.

"Fuck" Scarlett hisses, repositioning herself a little on the padded table as she stares down at her own body. "No wonder my old boyfriends all begged for this" she continues, placing a hand on the back of my head and getting a firm grip on my long dark hair.

I let out a long exaggerated groan of pleasure as I feel my hair getting pulled, the noise coming out muffled as my plump lips form a tight seal around Scarlett's thick juicy cock.

"I always liked that one" she chuckles, easing up on the tugging as to not fully pull me free from her dick. Twisting the hair in her larger hand she manages to find a sweet spot, causing me to fall forwards as my arms and legs begin to give out. Her cock slips deeper into my mouth as I collapse, my large bust cushioning me as they press into Scarlett's thighs.

"There's a good girl" she coos, applying a little more pressure to the back of my head as I begin to take in more and more of her engorged shaft.

My eyes begin to roll back as it reaches the back of my mouth, causing me to gag a little as I pulse of delicious fear and delight surges through me. For a second I'm worried I'm going to cough, splutter and vomit all over Scarlett's lap. However, the years of training she had put into dulling her gag reflex appears to have transferred over to me and allow me to fight through the sickening sensation as the head of my former cock slides into my throat.

My eyes begin to water as I feel my neck bulge slightly, my lips reaching the base of Scarlett's cock and pressing into the wiry brown pubes. My pussy is on fire from the oral abuse, the heat and wetness driving me crazy with need as I stare up at my former grinning face.

"Fuuuuuck" she moans, throwing her head back in pleasure. "That feels...I was really good at this wasn't I?" she continues, look down at me. She slowly reaches down with her spare hand, grabbing my top and pulling it down a little in an effort to free my large pale chest.

I huff and puff through my nose, my mouth filling with saliva as I struggle to lick at the shaft that completely fills my mouth.

With one last quick tug she pulls her former tits free from the tight top I was wearing, the pale flesh quickly spilling out as the tight spaghetti strap top is forced down over my stomach.

"There they are, the twins" she chuckles, pawing at my fatty lumps I was being forced to unwillingly use as cushions. A loan moan rumbles out of my throat, a shock of pleasure rocketing through my chest as she begins her attempts to get at the soft jiggly flesh on my chest.

"Damn, I have to..." she hisses, obviously growing frustrated as she finds toying with my assets just out of her reach.

I blubber around her cock, trying to say something but finding the words lost between my filled mouth and my plump lips sealed around Scarlett's girth.

"What?" She grumbles, tugging at the back of my head and slowly pulling me off her cock. The bulge visible in my throat quickly disappears as her cock begins to slide free from my mouth. With a loud slurping nose it finally pops free, long lines of drool connecting it to my pillowy lips.

"Please...I need..." I mewl pitifully, rocking my wide hips from side to side. I was desperate, like a cat in heat, I needed to be filled and satisfied in a way I never saw myself begging for.

A low laugh emanates from the body thief as she loosens her grip, her eyes moving down to her spit-coated cock.

"It's a shame to waste such...lubrication" she mutters, fumbling with the condom in her shaking hands.

I can't help but agree, my eyes locked onto the glistening shaft that was so close to me. I begin to absentmindedly grind myself against her thick firm leg, soft weak moan slipping free from my lips as I only manage to make myself even more and more sexually frustrated. My petite slender hands roam over my short curvaceous form, jiggling my breasts as I put on a show for Scarlett using her former body.

"You're going to do great on stream" she mutters, struggling to get the old rubber over her dick. "I was...you are a natural...just...let me..." she mumbles, sliding the condom down to the base of her cock with a wince. "Fuck it's tight, no wonder guys..." she begins to complain before I cut her short.

I lunge at her, pinning her against the table as smothering her with her old breasts. With deft hands and great haste I slide the pink panties, now drenched in my pussy juice, to the side and drop myself down on Scarlett's fat cock.

My face twists into all manner of lewd expressions, my eyes twitching and my lips curling into a wild grin. My tongue lolls out the side of my mouth as I begin to rock my hips back and forth, drool running down my chin as I become lost in feeling Scarlett's dick threaten to split me in half.

"Fuck, you're..." Scarlett groans, her own words becoming muffled by the massive tits against her face.

"You...had your fun..." I moan, practically howling in pleasure as my hips begin to buck wildly "Now...my turn".

It was almost bestial in a way, like some part of me just needed to fuck. I slowly begin to move lower down, freeing Scarlett from the boob prison I had created, before sitting up in her lap. My moans echo loudly throughout the room, a slight worry they may not be soundproofed enough creeping into my head before being forced out as I feel something building inside of me.

With my hands on Scarlett's waist I begin to bounce on her dick, the speed growing faster and faster as does the volume of my voice.

Finally it all comes crashing down, a white wave of pleasure blanking out my vision and my thoughts. My body tenses up, my whole form shivering in Scarlett's lap as my pussy begins to convulse around her dick. It was like my body was desperately trying to milk it for all it was worth. My jaw hangs open, my head tilted back as my eyes roll back in my skull.

At the sight of her old body losing itself to an overpowering orgasm Scarlett quickly follows suit. A low grunt emanates from her as she begins to buck her hips in kind, grabbing ahold of my hips as she buries her cock deep inside me and...

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Twelve

 

She slowly begins to grin, moving her hands to the table as she leans back. "Hey Scarlett, how's my fav streamer doin'?"

Seeing her grinning down at me, a smug look plastered across my old face, I can't help but ball up my hands into white-knuckled fists.

"You...You piece of..." I begin to hiss out, getting cut off as the door forcefully closes behind me and hits my plump backside. With a small yelp I stumble further into the room, my curvaceous form jiggling in my tight outfit as a blush forms on my cheeks.

A sigh escapes Scarlett's lips, her eyes fixated on her old assets as her face drops a little. "Seriously...nothing...This fuckin' sucks" she groans in my deep voice, moving a hand back to my former massive cock as she idly strokes it.

"St...stop that" I squeal, glancing up at the movement of her hand in my peripheral vision before quickly averting my eyes.

"No way, I paid good money for this monster" she chuckles, the smile returning to her lips as she looks down at her new appendage. "Don't worry, you'll see what I mean in a minute. And 'sides, I bet you're lovin' your new tits" she chides, taunting me as she looks over my new body in the tight outfit I had put together.

"No I...go to hell Scarlett" I shout, stamping my foot in frustration and causing my massive chest to heave in the spaghetti strap top as they threaten to break free.

"Oh come on" she says dismissively. "You're tellin' me that you didn't fuck yourself silly last night? With all your new toys? I was up all!..Night!..Long! My shitty apartment looks like a Jackson...what's his face" Scarlett gleefully declares, her voice quietening down as she struggles to remember the name she was looking for.

"Pollock" I grumble, sashaying awkwardly over to the other bed in the room. "You painted my apartment like a Jackson Pollo...Gross" I say in correction, cringing as I realize what I was saying and at the thought of her jizzing over all my old possessions.

"That's the dude" Scarlett says with a laugh, snapping fingers in recognition. "Hey, will I get that sort of shit with your work knowledge? Am I gonna know art and stuff now?" She asks excitedly, rocking her hips and biting her lower lip as she slows down her playing with the huge dick between her thighs.

"I hope not" I mutter under my breath, heaving my small frame up onto the table opposite Scarlet's. As I climb up I can feel my breasts swing heavily beneath me, my ass on full display as I practically go on all fours as I try to get into position on the small padded table.

"Thanks for the show babe" Scarlett chuckles, giving me a wink as she sticks out my old tongue. "Don't worry, you'll know how to properly show off in a few minutes"

As I roll over and lay down, wheezing as I feel the sudden weight pushing down on my chest before my breasts begin to slope off to the sides of my chest, I slowly begin to wriggle my body up towards the terrifying metal cage resting at the head of the bed.

"So...did they tell you how this thing works?" I ask meekly, hastily grabbing at my clothes to avoid giving the body thief across from me too much of a show.

"Nah, well not really" Scarlett says dismissively. "Though I wasn't really listening, I was...distracted" she continues, pulling her pants further down as she begins to more vigorously play with my former cock and balls. "Fuck these are..." she mutters, trailing off before side-eyeing me "Well you'll see."

"What are you..." I begin to ask, quickly getting cut off by Scarlett.

"But like...they said this would...Zap? Yeah zap out the parts we're givin' up and zap in the things we want" she explains, rolling her eyes from side to side as she nonchalantly bounces through her vague description. "Like I'll get the work shit I want from you, and you'll get the 'fucking yourself for cash' shit you want from me" she explains, using far too many air quotes as her taunting grin spreads across her face.

"I do not want your..." I angrily shout, reining myself in as I slump back on the table. "Go fuck yourself" I grunt, jostling myself into position and my head into the cage.

"I just might" Scarlett coos with a giggle, laying back and getting into position as well.

The moment I get into place, staring up at the interior of the wire-coated metal cage, I find myself locked in place. With a pained gasp I feel a sudden shock of electricity run from the top of my scalp down my spine, ripping my motor control away from me as I'm left staring straight ahead of me.

Slowly but surely the inside of the cage begins to light up, tiny dots of pulsing light twinkling on like stars on a clear night sky. In the relative quiet of the room I can hear my heart hammering in my chest, my own shaking breath, and the sudden hissing and groaning of Scarlett as something happen to her outside of view.

Soon the pained sounds coming from Scarlett die down, replaced with weak panting from the table opposite me. My heart races as the fear of what was about to happen grips me, my paralyzed form leaving me no outlet for my anxiety.

Suddenly I feel a painful shock pass through my head, the pain spreading out like a lightning bolt inside my skull. Letting out a pained gasp I feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, the spread-out pain quickly turning into a burning sensation as my own mind is copied and subsequently cleansed.

The pain disappears almost as soon as it began, leaving me panting and my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I try to move, to remove myself from this terrible device, however my body simply doesn't respond. Groaning to myself I try to collect my thoughts, my heart skipping a beat as I quickly find things missing.

"Who...am I?" I think to myself, my eyes darting around as if in search of an answer. "I mean my name is...shit. I worked as a...a lecturer, I remember that, okay. And I graduated in...in..." I continue, my heart pounding louder and louder in my ears as I search.

As I continue to frantically search for answers I hear Scarlett groan loudly in my voice, growing louder and louder as time goes on. Before she can go quiet I'm wracked with another burst of shocking pain, my own pained groans echoing along with her's in the small enclosed room. My head feels like it's going to explode, the same burnt-out areas in my head suddenly being hit with another round of terrible searing pain.

My vision goes white, my jaw clenching as I struggle to breathe through the pain. I can't even think as it feels like I'm being electrocuted, all I can do is simply ride it out as tears roll down my cheek and cold sweat builds up on my frozen body.

As the pain begins to recede my vision slowly returns, the twinkling lights above me turning off one by one. Suddenly a familiar shiver runs down my spine, the machine returning control of my body to me as I quickly clutch at my head.

"Fuckin' hell, fuck shit...ouch" I think to myself, cursing as a method to deal with the pain. "Alright, let's try this again. I'm Scar...I mean...no I should be Jordan...no that doesn't feel right" I continue, my stomach sinking as I find myself struggling with my own name.

"Are you okay Scarlett?" groans my old voice, the sound of shuffling clothes coming from the slow-moving person opposite me.

"Yeah, I'm...fuck" I hiss, angry at myself for my immediate response to my new name. "That sucked dick dude" I grumble, wriggling myself down the table as I try to get myself free from the terrible device.

As I move down, slowly sitting up using shakey arms, I begin to absentmindedly readjust my clothes. I tug at the neckline of the top, revealing far more of the jiggling shelf of milky flesh, and hike up my skirt a little to reveal more of my plump juicy thighs. As I catch a brief glimpse of my pink panties I quickly pull the skirt down a little, my jaw dropping as I realize what I was doing. "What the fuck was that? What am I doin'?" I squeak, staring down at my sexualized body.

"You're just being yourself Scarlett" chuckles the original Scarlett "Though I'm not complaining".

"Fuckin' hell..." I whimper, wriggling my hips a little as I adjust my skirt to be just shy of revealing my panties. "And fuck you, I'm not some...some..." I shout, turning around to glare at Scarlett but trailing off as I find myself staring at the delicious juicy cock between her legs.

I am transfixed by the sight of the massive throbbing rod of meat, my eyes following along and my pussy pulsing as I watch it bob with Scarlett's heartbeat. I begin to chew at my bottom lip, rubbing my thighs together as I lose my train of thought.

Scarlett lets out a low laugh, leaning back on the table as she swings her long legs over the edge. "See, I told you I would have been all over this thing if I had a chance" she chuckles, her own eyes roaming over my busty form as the throbbing of her cock grows more intense and it grows almost painfully hard. "And you seem to have really liked what you now have. You should have played with it while you had that fun voyeuristic chance, lusting after the body you were inside and all that" she continues, the diction of her words snapping me out of my mesmerized state.

"I...hey...why the hell are you talkin' like that?" I ask, realizing the shift in Scarlett's speech. "And why am I talkin' like this?"

"Well I can't teach class sounding like that can I?" she says with a huge grin, her breath growing heavy as her arousal builds. "I mean, my job is to speak. It would make sense that speech patterns would be a part of work skills...right?"

"You piece of..." I huff, trying to remain angry as my own arousal builds. I can feel my cute pink panties growing drenched, the sight of my nipples getting hard and poking through the flimsy material of my shirt filling the bottom of my vision.

"Hey now, you got something out of it too" she says defensively, a knowing look forming on her face. "Quick, favorite toy for streams?" she asks.

"The Hismith sex machine or the Hitachi" I immediately respond, my mouth practically moving on its own. A sudden heat pulses through me, vicarious arousal as I think about these devices even without the memories to back things up. Without thinking about it my right hand slips down to the hem of my skirt as I begin to gently rub the growing wet spot on my panties.

"See...a fair trade" Scarlett responds, her own eyes now locked onto me as I absentmindedly play with myself. "Is this...this is so..." she mutters, struggling to articulate the feeling she was experiencing.

After a few moments of silence I'm snapped back to the room by the sound of Scarlett clearing her throat, having found myself getting lost staring at her cock again.

"So...we have the room for a while" she says, leaving her suggestion unsaid as she strokes her dick.

My mouth practically waters as I watch her, my pussy twitching at the sight of her edging her new cock that was now responding to the sight of me.

"You...are you suggesting that..." I pant, trailing off as I writhe and shift in my seat.

"Come on, you can't say you aren't thinking about it" she says with a sly grin, slowing down her own playing to make it seem a little more stylized and dramatic. "I know your body inside and out, I can make you feel things you wouldn't believe. And...I mean...I can see what you've been staring at all this time. Don't think I haven't noticed those adjustments to your clothes, do you think I just did that all the time? That's how I used to dress around guys I wanted to...you know"

Without a word I slowly stand up, finding the shifting and jiggling of my curvy body far more normal and mundane than I had mere moments ago. Swallowing hard I press my plump thighs together, hoping to do something about the desperate arousal clawing at my body, while my eyes remain transfixed on my former cock.

"It'll be fun. The room's soundproofed, you can be as loud as you want and I can finally test this thing out. Don't you want to know what it feels like? What you are..." she states, continuing her pitch before I suddenly sharply cut her off...

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Eleven

 I'm roused from my sleep by a sudden vibration against my thigh, a soft moan escaping my pillowy lips as I shift uncomfortably on the couch. The vibration ceases for a moment before returning, jiggling my plush thighs and causing a subtle tingle in my groin.

Groaning I begin to open my eyes, still half asleep as I drag myself into a seated position. I tilt my head, trying to look past the wall of boob beneath me as I spy a light shining through my pocket as another round of vibrations begin. Reaching down with a petite hand I strain to pull the phone free from my pocket, bringing it to my ear as I brush my long dark hair aside.

"Hello?" I croak, my sweet sultry voice being diminished by the phlegm caught in my throat.

"Good morning Ms. Skye. This is an automated message reminding you of your appointment at the Swap Clinic at 12:30. Please ensure you come early so you can sign in. Best regards, the Swap Clinic" a recorded message blares at me, punctuated by a dull unenthusiastic voice reading out key elements.

Inhaling deeply I try to sit up, rubbing my eyes with my free hand as I try to clear my vision of sleep. I glance around, sighting the demolished feast that I had the night before as I gasp in disgust in astonishment. My free hand darts down to my stomach in search of the food baby, however instead all I find is the same slim taut belly I've had since the swap.

"No...no..." I mutter weakly, shifting in my seat as I begin to take in the sensations emanating from my plush form. Being unfamiliar with my new self I doubt I would have been able to notice any changes since yesterday, however my tight clothes tell a far different story. The 'Gamer' shirt, having already been tight around my chest, was now stretched with the lettering beginning to distort over my massive bust.

Reaching up reflexively I tug at the shirt, hoping to loosen it up. However, I only manage to confirm what I expected as I feel the heavy weight of the additional cup sizes D. Franks had promised now pushing the shirt to its limits.

As I shuffle in place I wince in pain, feeling my short beginning to ride up and pinch tightly into my hips. I slowly rise from my seat unsteadily, the subtle yet sudden shift in mass throwing off much of the work I had done the day before to get used to my new body.

I whimper loudly as I look behind me, my gaze meeting my slightly enlarged hips and ass. I can feel the plump flesh jiggle with each jittery motion, bouncing invitingly in the tight confines of my shorts. I try to take a few tentative steps, feeling the difference in the heft of the bounce in my chest and rear as I wince and whimper with each and every footfall.

"One step...forward...two steps back" I grumble, my lip quivering as I walk around the living room in an attempt to get used to the changes.

After several minutes, and a lot of readjusting my shorts, I finally stop as I look at my phone. My eyes go wide as I see the time, having less than an hour to get ready for the Swap Clinic. My heart stops for a moment, a cold chill running down my spine.

"Fuck...damn it...I...Fuck I need new clothes" I mutter, looking down at my stained and stretched shirt.

Shifting from one leg to another as I try to think I glance around the living room. There had to be something that, while discarded carelessly, I could still wear to the appointment. Scanning the room, making an effort to avoid the assorted dildos and the tail butt-plug, I begin to gather up the loose articles of clothing before dumping them onto the couch.

Sighing loudly I grab the bottom of my shirt, tugging it hard as I begin to pull the tight fabric up and over my head. My heavy breasts fall from the shirt as it passes over them, nearly toppling me over as I struggle to adapt to the surprise sensation tugging me towards the couch.

As the shirt slips over my head I go to throw it on the floor, grumbling under my breath as I realize I am repeating Scarlett's habits. However, I didn't have the time to find the hamper and to put things away properly. Dropping the shirt on the floor I begin to sort through the pile of clothes, bringing them to my face as I try to ascertain how clean each piece was. I gag constantly in the process, struggling to smell much beyond the scent of sweat, sex, and liquor clinging to the various pieces of fabric.

Eventually, I manage to find a selection of half-decent clothes. Hastily I begin to strip out of my shorts, straining and going red in the face as I struggle to pull them over my enlarged ass and thighs before kicking them over to the other side of the living room.

Trying to avoid looking at my body as much as possible I grab for the clothing, taking a black spaghetti strap top and pulling it over my head. My breasts press out against the tight airy fabric, my nipples showing through the material even while not being hard. I bounce a little on the spot, watching as my boobs threaten to escape the flimsy material. However, this was the only top I found that didn't reek.

Hissing in disapproval I move on, looking to the rest of the clothes and grimacing at what I had picked out from the slim selection.

Next I grab out a pair of pink panties, the picture of a cat face emojii over the crotch. It appeared to be unworn, having simply been discarded amongst the rest of the clothing and forgotten about. Pulling it up my legs I shiver slightly, unwillingly enjoying the sensation of the soft cotton against my smooth thighs as I tug the panties snugly over my ass and pussy.

Finally I take the last piece of clothing, a black leather skirt that ended a little too far up the thigh than I would have liked. I look at the pants in the pile again, gagging as I see what looks like stains from a mixture of liquor, food, and cum. I slowly pull the skirt up over my legs, furrowing my brow as I feel what little protection they provide compared to the jeans I was used to. As I get them over my hips I zip up the side, securing them in place.

Looking over to the far wall I stare into my reflection in the TV. I'm met with the sight of a curvy little short stack dressed to show off as much skin as possible. It was like my curves were threatening to burst out of my outfit at any moment, a sensation I'm sure Scarlett would have relished.

However, I had no time to languish in despair at my sexualized new form. I rush to the kitchen counter, my breasts threatening to knock me out as they bounce wildly with my hurried movements, before grabbing my keys.

With my hips swaying sensually I power walk out the door, my phone and keys in hand, trying to avoid any bouncy movements out of worry for my top and my modesty.

After locking up I rush towards the elevator, cursing under my breath as I slowly realize my mistake in not finding a good bra before getting dressed. As I wait for the elevator to reach my floor I look up where the Swap Clinic was. A grin grows on my plump lips as I see that it was only a few blocks away, the car having taken so long due to the sheer amount of one-way streets in the area.

I bounce lightly in place in the elevator, growing impatient as I keep an eye on the time. As the doors open I rush out, again trying to restrain my chest to little effect. Hitting the street I turn sharply, my eyes going wide as I realize how big everything feels now. I'm met with the sight of people passing high above me, my 4'10" frame making me feel like a child staring up at adults.

Blushing deeply I begin to hurry down the street, knowing it would take me longer than expected thanks to my now shortened stride. As I walk I can't help but notice people's eyes falling on me. Women glancing jealously or judgingly at my body, men leering at my chest and ass as they jiggle and wobble with each step. I'm forced to hold an arm over my chest in an effort to keep my breasts steady, accidentally making my nipples poke more through my top as they rub against my slender arm.

I want to cry, my emotions almost getting the better of me as I feel people's gaze burn into me. However, biting my lower lip I manage to work past it in an effort to not make a scene in public. My breath grows short and ragged as I feel my body begin to grow exhausted from my quickened pace, sweat building up on my forehead and under my heaving chest as I bound down the street.

Slowly coming to a stop I turn to face the building I had been looking for. I pant for breath, my chest heaving heavily with each deep breath. I feel disgusting, my body drenched in sweat, but I made it on time.

As I waddle in I close my eyes and tilt my head back in delight, the cool air-conditioned waiting room rejuvenating my tired body. Taking a moment to cool off I slowly begin to approach the front desk, the eyes of everyone in the waiting room slowly becoming drawn to the sweaty busy girl swaying her way up to the counter.

"Hi...I'm...I'm here for an appointment" I mutter meekly, looking up at the assistant behind the desk. She's an older woman, though by no means is she unattractive. Her tanned skin and dark hair scream MILF next door. As she leans towards me, her cleavage showing in her top, I begin to feel a telltale warmth in my panties.

"Well hello there, let me just check our system love" she chimes, her slight English accent driving me wild as the damp heat begins to get worse and worse. "What's your name?" she asks, tilting her head quizzically as she looks down at me.

"Jor...I mean...Skye...Scarlett Skye" I say, my voice rapidly shifting into a defeated tone as I'm forced to use the body thief's name.

"Let...me...just...Oh, there we are!" she chirps, her eyes darting back and forth over the small screen next to her.

"Please head back, hallway on the right and second door on the left" she explains, nodding in the direction I needed to go.

"I...uh...sure thing" I mutter, taken aback by the fact I wasn't being guided to the room like last time. However, as I step away I see why she wasn't coming along. Looking aback over my shoulder I see a small line had formed behind me, most likely people coming for their appointments much like me and needing to be signed in.

I sashay back to the hallway in question, shaking my hips as I head to the second door I can find on the left.

As I reach the second door I find it partially open. I knock gently on the door, inching my way inside. "Um...excuse me? I was told to..." I nervously ask aloud, freezing up as I enter the room.

The room itself was rather small, much like the chamber I had been trapped in during my previous experience at the Swap Clinic. In the center of the room sits two tables, lush black padding coating the surface with a large metal cage at one end. Each cage is connected to a series of wires, all coming together into a massive black cable that runs off into the wall. However, none of this was what stopped me in my tracks.

Sitting on one of the beds in my body, my slim 6'3" frame and pale complexion in all its glory. Its jeans are pulled down around its thighs, my large 10-inch cock at full attention and in one of its large hands.

"Fuck...I'm going to miss this" my body groans despondently, pumping my former cock in its hand. "Getting turned on by this thing and being able to play with it AND being able to feel it is the fuckin' best."

"What...what the fuck are you doing!" I squeal, stepping in and slamming the door shut behind me.

My body jumps with a start, looking up at me with a look of shock before slowly shifting into one of disappointment. "Oh...yeah still nothin'" Scarlett says, her eyes darting up and down my busty body. "But...maybe after..." she muses.

She slowly begins to grin, moving her hands to the table as she leans back. "Hey Scarlett, how's my fav streamer doin'?"

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Ten

 

Groaning and shivering thanks to my wet t-shirt I begin to shuffle past the kitchen island and into the filthy living room. I'm too exhausted to do much about the assortment of liquor bottles, clothing and sex toys as I march towards the couch. I weakly push the pile of leather and silicone to the floor, the varied kinky outfits and dildos hitting the hardwood floor with a distinct thud.

Looking at my phone I see the pizza is still a few minutes away, the thought of having to wait that long being almost enough to drive me insane. With a deep breath I collapse onto the luxurious leather sofa, my small yet curvaceous frame sinking into the plush surface deeper than I thought it would.

A gentle moan escapes my lips, the relaxing feel of being cradled by the expensive couch being almost too good to be true after the day I had experienced.

All I can hear is the low hum of the washing machine and the dishwasher, my focus slowly becoming drawn to the soft sweet sound of my deep breaths. My chest heaves with each deep inhale and exhale, the wet shirt clinging to me and rapidly cooling as I sit and wait.

Suddenly my phone chimes, the screen turning on in the pocket of my skin-tight pink shorts. With a deep sigh I fish the device from my pocket, whining and squeaking as I'm forced to struggle and fight against the tight clothing. As I look at the screen I see an email from the Swap Clinic, my lip quivering as I open it and read the message.

 

Dear Ms Scarlett Skye,

We are contacting you to inform you that one 'Mr Jordan Hughes' has requested a swap/swaps relating to your; 

Work Experience/Knowledge 

Sexuality 

Mental Identity 

In exchange, 'Mr Jordan Hughes' is will to make a single payment of; $3,600

Please log into your Swap Clinic account via the link bellow to accept or refuse this offer.

If you do not wish to receive further offers, please adjust your account settings accordingly.

Best regards, 

The Swap Clinic

With shaking hands I follow the link, finding myself brought to Scarlett's Swap Clinic account page. Furrowing my brow and chewing at my lower lip I read over the offer from Scarlett, pressing accept as my heart skips a beat and my stomach drops. It was over, by this time tomorrow I would be Scarlett Skye more completely than I had ever wanted to be.

"It's...it's the only way...I mean" I whimper, trying to justify the decision to myself again.

Before I can linger of the depressing thought for too long a loud knock echos from the front door. My nostrils flair as I snap to look over at the source of the sound, my long black hair whipping into my face.

"Pizza..." I mutter hungrily, already smelling the garlic bread from the couch thanks to my starving form.

Clambering from my seat I rush to the door, my breasts and ass bouncing heavily and painfully with each step. As I reach the door I quickly open it up, my jaw-dropping as I stare up at the delivery guy. Up until this point I had been surrounded by women post swap, but now I was able to see just ow much shorter I was. I swallow hard as I crane my head up, my gaze falling on the 5'11" man with tanned skin and 5 o'clock shadow standing in front of me with a pizza box and bag in hand. He was a few years younger than my old self, making him probably a year or so older than my current body, with his long black hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.

"Heeeeey Little Red" the young man says with a smile, his eyes quite obviously drifting down to my tits as they show through the clingy shirt. The cold water had made my nipples stand at attention, the thick sensitive nubs poking through the see-through fabric.

"Uh...Little...Red?" I mutter, not caring about the ogling as my eyes remain locked on the food in his hands.

"Yeah...Little Red Riding Hood...Scarlett...Red...Come on, you can't be drunk already" the man says with a chuckle, shuffling a little as he begins to pass me the food. "Family supreme" he states, repeating the order as I rest the hot box atop the shelf of flesh that was my chest.

"And in the bag three garlic breads, two cokes, and some gelato" the man explains, placing the bag into the doorway of the apartment.

"I...oh no...I ordered two garlic breads and..." I begin to correct him, nervously shuffling about as I wonder if I had made a mistake.

The man laughs, cutting me off as he raises his hands. "It's on us Little Red, the boys are big fans...I mean they like delivering here" he explains, quickly correcting himself in the hopes of covering up the fact he and his coworkers watch Scarlett's shows.

"I....oh...thank you" I coo, my voice sounding sultry no matter how I talked.

"My pleasure" the delivery man says, adjusting his stance a little to hide a growing erection. I have to force myself not to gag, my eyes briefly darting to the bulge forming in his jeans.

"Well...uh...see you later Little Red" the man says awkwardly, feeling the vibe of the situation as he begins to head down the hallway.

"I...uh...thanks" I call back, repeating my appreciation as I shut the door.

Turning to face the living room I barely manage to make it two steps towards the couch before I slump to the floor, enjoying the large cushion of an ass I had for the first time as I rest on the hardwood floor. I rapidly begin to dig through the bag, tearing out one of the garlic breads and shoveling the delicious buttery carbs into my mouth.

I devour the whole loaf in less than a minute, my hands moving on their own as I choke down the food. I quickly grab one of the coke bottles, popping it open and chugging half of its sugary sweet contents as I try to force down the garlic bread.

I can't help but moan in pleasure as I eat, my body reacting overly positively as I give it the building material it so desired.

On weak and shaky legs I crawl towards the couch, my massive breasts swinging side to side with each motion as my ass jiggles and hips pop along with me. I drag the food with me, eventually reaching the couch and pulling myself and my feast up onto the plush surface.

The next half an hour is a sickening blur, a frenzy of gorging myself on ice cream, garlic bread, and pizza. It is only as I approach the last few slices that I begin to return to my senses, finding myself leaning back into the cushions with an assortment of crumbs and dropped toppings resting atop the shelf of a chest I was now stuck with.

I groan painfully, my euphoria quickly giving way to nausea as the food settles. I reach down past my chest towards my flat stomach, gasping as my petite fingers come into contact with my taut belly. I run my hands over the new curve I had developed, my once flat and trim tummy bulging with a food baby after the overeating I had done.

My eyes slowly take in the scene, all three empty garlic bread wrappers laying next to me along with an empty bottle of coke. Half of the gelato lays uneaten in its container which sits on the side table next to the couch along with a partially drunk bottle of coke. Two massive slices of pizza sit in the box on my right, taunting me to finish them.

I'm forced to gasp and pant for breath, any deep breaths wracking me with pain and the feeling like I was going to throw up. As the nausea builds and builds I find my eyes beginning to flutter closed, the dull hum of the appliances around the apartment lulling me to sleep with white noise.

I try my best to stay awake, hoping to get more done, but it's a futile endeavor. Before long I pass out, leaving an overfed curvy short stack snoring on the couch.

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Nine

 

"I'll...I'll swap all three. Work knowledge, sexuality, and identity" I whimper, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was saying, what I was agreeing to, but she was right in that I had no clue how to live for life let alone enjoy it. Without these things I'd have no way of making money, and even if I could I'd hate every second of it.

Skye4Real: FUK YEAH
Skye4Real: COLLGE EDUCATION ERE I COME!!!
Skye4Real: Sorry
Skye4Real: I'm just real excited
Skye4Real: I'll organise the swap for tomorrow, just accept 

           the swap when...
Skye4Real: You get the email about it
Skye4Real: Fucken character limit!!!!!!

I sniffle in my seat as I read her victorious chatter, my unbearably cute face turning red and splotchy as I fight back the urge to weep.

Skye4Real: Awwwww babe
Skye4Real: Dont cry
Skye4Real: Trust me youll love being me
Skye4Real: You can take a break from streams if ya want
Skye4Real: Like I said Ill pay for the swaps
Skye4Real: Log off an have some food
Skye4Real: Once you clean the kitchen that is ;P
Skye4Real: sorry jk

She rapidly types, doing little to make me feel better. However, as she brings up food I feel my stomach groan. It's a pang of hunger that is almost painful, a desperate demand from my famished body for protein and fats to help build it up to Scarlett's former glory.

I look down at my chest, hissing as I wince at the thought of my chest getting larger than it already was. Shifting in my seat I'm reminded of just how curvy I am, and how I still had more curves to add to my tiny 4'10" frame.

I take a deep yet shaky breath, my bottom lip quivering as I'm on the verge of tears. "What...what do I like to eat now?" I squeak, my chest bouncing and jiggling with my warbling breathes.

Skye4Real: oh fam I looooooooove black bean noodles
Skye4Real: oh oh oh mongolian beef is the bomb
Skye4Real: Supreme pizzas as well
Skye4Real: Theyre healthy right?
Skye4Real: I mean they have veg on it

I sigh as I read her response, my mouth beginning to salivate at the thought of a big cheesy and meaty pizza. I run my long tongue along my lips, causing them to glisten and shimmer in the lighting by the streaming set up.

Skye4Real: Oooooooh thats a good move
Skye4Real: If i was into chicks bet Id be hard :P
Skye4Real: Go eat
Skye4Real: Have fun
Skye4Real: Well meet up 2morrow so you can make me 

           smaaaart
Skye4Real: byeeeeeeeeeeee

Skye4Real has left the private session

With Scarlett's sudden disappearance I quickly shut down the stream, the preview image of the over-sexualized girl barely fighting back tears only making things worse. I hastily close the windows, freeing myself from the sight of my new body even if I was left feeling every inch of it in my tight shorts and undersized shirt.

I slowly get up from my seat, stumbling less than earlier as I anticipate the dramatic shift in weight and the tugging from my chest. I waddle and sway over to where I had left Scarlett's phone, grabbing it and beginning my search for food.

I shuffle my way out of the messy room into the hallway, the low rumble of the washing machine putting me slightly at ease that as I imagine finally having something clean in this lavish apartment.

I walk past the large wall of windows, blushing deeply as I imagine what people could see if they were to look in through my windows. I pull at my shorts, trying my best to relieve the camel toe in the front and make them appear less skin tight around my huge perky ass. However, I quickly find that any relief I was going to get would be by completely removing the shorts which would leave me completely naked from the waist down.

Frustrated at the situation I head into the kitchen, huffing loudly as I see the pile of dishes stacked up in the sink. I walk over to the counter, leaning against it and wincing as I feel my massive bust rest and then press into the cold hard surface. There is a minor sense of relief to it as the weight eases from my back, but as I put more weight on it quickly begins to grow less and less of a good trade-off.

Groaning as I lean against the marble countertop, another reminder of how short I was now, I begin to fiddle with my phone. I again ignore the dozens of messages and notifications, most of which appearing to be from horny guys which make me gag at their crudeness.

The home screen is littered with food delivery apps, my lips curling into a slight grin as I get an idea. I open up the first one I recognize, switching to past orders as I try to find Scarlett's prefered pizza place. Immediately I'm met with a string of orders at multiple times each day, the girl apparently having been living off of takeout for a long time. Finding the first pizza place on the list of past orders I put in another, ordering a family supreme as I begin to drool a little onto my stretched out shirt. I quickly begin to add more to the order, two additional garlic breads and a large bottle of coke. I place the order before I can even have second thoughts, the cravings of my plush and petite body beating out any rational thought I had.

It takes me a moment to recover from the thought of the food. Wiping the slobber away from my mouth with my soft arm I begin to stand back up, whining a little as I feel the weight on my chest return.

Grumbling under my breath I turn to face the sink, my shoulders slumping as I realize what I needed to do. The pizza would be here in around an hour, giving me plenty of time to clean before it got here.

"Fucking Scarlett...Fucking Swap Clinic...I can't believe you can agree to swap while drunk" I mutter angrily, filling the sink with hot water and dumping in some detergent as I begin to wash up the dishes.

It is a painful process, my new body reacting far more to the steaming hot water than my old one. Eventually, after a plate or two, I'm forced to add more cold water to even be able to keep my hands under the bubbles.

As I clean I can't help but stand on my toes, finding the height of the counter and sink being far too close to my chest. Each inexperienced motion is a coin toss on whether or not I splash hot water onto my shirt, turning the white material more and more see-through with each and every plate and bowl.

Wincing as I look down, my pale skin showing more and more through the clinging top, I quicken my pace. More water splashes on me as I speed up, but before long the dishes are down. I let out a satisfied sigh, drooping a little as I find myself more tired and hungry than ever.

I begin to open the drawers around the kitchen island, looking for where I'd need to deposit the washing once it was dry. My eyes go wide as I tug at one of the cabinet doors around the kitchen island, my stomach sinking as it folds out to reveal a perfectly fine dishwasher filled with more dirty cookware and dishes.

With my heart pounding in my chest I add some detergent to the machine before closing it up, a low hum and the sound of rushing water emanating from the little cabinet.

"Fucking Scarlett" I whisper to myself, a mixture of anger and disappointment in my voice.

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Eight

My jaw drops as I read the messages, a small gasp of shock escaping my lips. Realizing I was being watched I begin to fiddle with my low cut shirt, straining with the plunging neckline as I try to hide the large mounds of milky flesh I had on display.

Skye4Real: Pfffffffft
Skye4Real: I've seen it b4 babe
Skye4Real: Fuck that shirt is just what i wanted
Skye4Real: Oh how r the shorts???

My cheeks grow red out of embarrassment, finding it impossible to hide my new assets from their old owners critical eyes. I twist my torso away from the camera, hiding some of my cleavage but instead showing how far my breasts stuck out now that they were supported in this curve hugging shirt.

Skye4Real: Yessssss
Skye4Real: Solid perkiness
Skye4Real: Though some fans like my hangers
Skye4Real: Sorry your hangers haha

I whimper as I see the comments, realizing my actions merely gave her more angles to view me from. I look at the 'End Session' button, my hand taking the mouse as I begin to move over to it.

"What...what do you want?! Why did you do this to me?!" I squeal in anger, again finding my new voice to appear more cute than threatening. As I continue to move the mouse closer to ending the session a flurry of messages begin to pour in.

Skye4Real: Because :P
Skye4Real: Hey!
Skye4Real: What r u doing?
Skye4Real: Wait!
Skye4Real: Waaait!!!
Skye4Real: Give me a sec
Skye4Real: My job became work
Skye4Real: I mean like it became work
Skye4Real: Planning shoots, ordering outfits, editing videos
Skye4Real: Wooooooooork
Skye4Real: When i saw your life Mr college lecturer I snapped 

           it up
Skye4Real: Its like what i do but without 

           taking off my clothes or fuckign myself

My eyes dart over the screen, growing wide as I see her reasoning. My stomach churns in horror as I see why she purchased my life, the flaws in her plan immediately overrunning my train of thought.

"I...you...you can't teach! Did you even finish college?" I ask, staring into the camera as if I were looking into her eyes. "And the kitchen...and the living room...the bathroom...why were they like...like that?!"

There is a pause in the chat, possibly due to Scarlett trying to think over her answers or possibly just her getting distracted by something in my old apartment.

Skye4Real: Srry
Skye4Real: Got hard thinking bout my old set up
Skye4Real: Did you see the set yet?
Skye4Real: Im gonna miss it
Skye4Real: Tho not as much as i bet you miss the 

           monster in your pants :P

My bottom lip trembles, my mind quickly casting itself to my missing ten inch cock now in the hands of the girl who had stolen my life.

Skye4Real: Like how come u dont have a girlfriend? 

Skye4Real: Hell i would hav been all over this thing lol

She continues in an almost taunting fashion, my blood boiling as I read the messages. "Answer....Answer my damn questions" I grumble, visibly shaking and causing my breasts to jiggle lightly in my top.

Skye4Real: Alrite 

Skye4Real: Dont get your panties in a twist 

Skye4Real: You r wearing some 

Skye4Real: Right? ;)

As the next set of messages come in I sigh, moving the mouse again. "Goodbye Scarlett" I groan, inches away from turning off the private stream.

Skye4Real: Wait! 

Skye4Real: Ill answer the questions! 

Skye4Real: I never even went to college! 

Skye4Real: I just wanted to live ya know? 

Skye4Real: Wait! Skye4Real: No i cant fucking teach!!! 

Skye4Real: I didn't clean cause its boooooring 

Skye4Real: Plz dont go!!!

I hover the mouse over the button, chewing at my lip nervously as I decide whether to shut her off or not. "You...you stole my life...without even being able to live it properly?" I huff, fuming with anger as I read her pleas.

Skye4Real: Your the 1 who sold it 

Skye4Real: And you dont seem able to handle your new job either 

Skye4Real: That apartment is prety expensive 

Skye4Real: Maybe we can help each other

My face twists into a look of confusion, wary of her suggestion of helping each other. "What...what are you talking about?" I ask, trying to folding my arms over my chest as I wind up placing them over my new bust.

Skye4Real: I need your work knowledge 

Skye4Real: Like a bit of your education 

Skye4Real: How you do public speaking 

Skye4Real: Writing nerd shit 

Skye4Real: You know professor stuff 

Skye4Real: You need to know how to edit 

Skye4Real: How to play for the camera 

Skye4Real: Milking fans for cash 

Skye4Real: The Swap Clinic can help us

As she explains herself my eyes go wide. "I...I know how to edit film...I mean I learnt it and..." I trail off, as another deluge of messages pour in

Skye4Real: Fine you can do that 

Skye4Real: But can you tie binding 2 yourself? 

Skye4Real: Use all my props? 

Skye4Real: We should trade this shit! 

Skye4Real: I get the minimum education and skills I need 

Skye4Real: And you get what you need to earn $$$

My mouth hangs open as I read the suggest, my heart racing at the thought of letting her strip away parts of my education to correct her stupid mistake.

Skye4Real: Ooooooor 

Skye4Real: Maybe we could swap sexu 

Skye4Real: Sorry sexuality 

Skye4Real: I promise it'll be more fun getting 

           fucked by rubber dick is you like... 

Skye4Real: Cock 

Skye4Real: Stupid character limit 

Skye4Real: Think about it, enjoying what you do 

Skye4Real: Liking the thought of the guys watching you 

           just have fun ;) 

Skye4Real: And that way I'd get to use this snake of 

           yours on hot chicks 

Skye4Real: Win fucking win

My mind can barely process what she was asking for as she types out her next suggestion. The memory of turning myself on in the shower creeps into my head as I look at my stacked yet petite body in the preview image, another pulse of warmth spreading up between my legs

Skye4Real: Oh oh 

Skye4Real: Oooooor we could trade names 

Skye4Real: Like identity sorta stuff 

Skye4Real: Do you really want to react to your old name 

Skye4Real: Your old age? 

Skye4Real: Address? 

Skye4Real: Wont it be easier to recognizze scarlett as your name? 

Skye4Real: Itd help me too 

Skye4Real: When i go do your job 

Skye4Real: My job i mean

A sharp squeak escapes my lips at her next suggestion, my heart skipping a bit out of terror at the types of changes she thought would help me and more importantly help herself. "You...you can't be serious...you just want my...my..." I stammer, trying to find the words.

Skye4Real: Yeh it helps me more 

Skye4Real: Its wat you get for swapping into a girl 

           who never did much 

Skye4Real: Education wise i mean 

Skye4Real: But you know itll make your new life easier 

Skye4Real: So come on 

Skye4Real: Help me help you help me :P 

Skye4Real: Ill even pay you 

Skye4Real: You paid $20,000 to buy Mr Hughes life 

Skye4Real: Ill give you a months rent if you help

I whimper as I read the offer, having yet to check her finances beyond the notifications of purchases and donations I had seen on her phone. A months rent would help give me time to settle in, to get used to how things were without having to push myself.

She was also right though. While it would help her far more, stripping away a lot of hard earned knowledge from me in the process, it would also make living this new life easier. I let out a sigh, hanging my head as I look down past my massive chest to the visible camel toe in the front of my shorts as a shiver of arousal runs down my spine.

"I'll...I'll swap..."

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Seven

... a low cut "Gamer" shirt and tight short shorts. I hiss in disgust as I see the clothing inside the torn package, unfolding the tightly packaged items on the bed as I look at them in disdain.

The shirt was in a feminine cut, cinching in tight at the waist and fanning out around the hips and chest with additional material. The neckline of the pure white cotton top plunged in a deep V shape, obviously designed to accentuate Scarlett's assets. The word 'GAMER' is printed in bold black letters over the chest of the shirt, a tongue in cheek joke about her status as a streamer.

However, as bad as the shirt was the shorts were far worse. Reaching down to the tiny pink pair of shorts I wince as I rub the material between my fingers, finding it to be some sort of tight yet elastic blend of fabrics. They look quite a few sizes too small for my thick lower half, but as I stretch the material between my fingers I realize that they will one way or another.

I glance down at the clothing on the floor and at the forgotten dregs in the wardrobe, contemplating wearing uncomfortable clothes over this nonsense. However, with a deep sense of disgust I begin to try my best to get dressed in these newly purchased clean clothes.

I begin with the shirt, finding myself struggling to get it on for much the same reason I struggled with removing my shirt from the Swap Clinic. I jiggle in place as I fight to get my arms and head through the holes, murmuring in distress as I bounce on the spot in the hopes it would help pull the shirt on. Eventually, taking the whole process more slowly, I manage to get my arms and head in the shirt before tugging the tight material over my breasts and tight stomach. I gasp in shock as I feel the snugly fitted shirt hug against my new curves, the waist squeezing in around my stomach while the additional fabric around my chest assisted in holding my sagging breasts more firmly than anything else I had worn. I glance down breathlessly, finding the tight shirt lifting my immense rack a little and pulling them together to create a generous valley of cleavage for the world to see.

Whimpering as the sight I grab the small pair of short, straining to stretch them out a bit as I step into the and begin to blindly pull them up my legs. The shorts easily make their way up my shins, but once they reach my meaty thighs I begin to have problems. While I can't easily see what is going on beneath the bench of fat on my chest I can feel my plump thighs resisting as I try to squeeze them into the skin tight material. Whining and whimpering the whole time I begin to wriggle and jump, feeling my whole body shaking with each jerking motion as I pull the shorts slowly but surely up my legs. As they reach my large backside I wince, feeling the waist band slide up and press into the soft squishy flesh that now sat jiggling behind me. As I finally manage to tug the waistband of the shorts over my hips I'm practically out of breath, a fine sweat building up on my forehead and under my hairless arms. I absentmindedly release my grip on the waistband, painfully snapping it against my sensitive skin before attending to smooth out the short to make them more comfortable.

With my heart racing in my chest I turn to the mirror, gritting my teeth as I see my reflection now fully clothed. The curvaceous young woman I had been looking at all day now stared back at me with a deep crimson blush forming on her face. The 'GAMER' lettering on her shirt distorting as it stretched over her prodigious rack, not that anyone would be reading those words with the valley of cleavage above it drawing people's attention. The shorts look as tight as they feel, the girl's plump thighs looking far larger and juicer now that they were being squeezed into and out of the tiny pair of shorts. Her ass stretched the material to it's limit, the shorts providing a certain sense of tightness and perkiness to her otherwise jiggly and fatty behind. Worst of all I find my eyes locking onto the girl in the mirror's camel toe, the tight shorts leaving little to the imagination with regards to my new privates. I struggle in place for a moment, trying to make the shorts less tight around my pussy, but all I manage to do is rub the material again my sensitive new nether as a small wet patch begins to form as the bright pink material begins to darken.

Standing back up straight, biting nervously at my bottom lip, I look away from my reflection. Slowly but surely I collect up Scarlett's phone from where I had left it, feeling the shorts riding up my ass and digging into my pussy with each uncomfortable set.

Knowing I needed to limit my movements I sway over to the computer set up, my hips rocking and making the new shorts shift and rising up my thighs as the material bunches up.

Reaching the desk I drop my short new form into the racing chair at the desk, feeling my new ass acting like the largest cushion I had ever felt in the life. With a disconcerted look on my face I wriggle in place, hoping to get comfortable but finding no respite from the tight clothing and strange proportions I new have to deal with.

I begin to collect the scraps of paper Scarlet had left for me on the desk, recognizing them as a list of poorly written instruction. As I grab one of the sheets of paper my slender hand bumps the mouse, causing the whole set up to light up in a burst of rainbow LEDs. The hum of the fans kicking into gear is quickly followed by the screen turning on, a series of editing and recording programs already open on the screen with a desktop filled with game shortcuts.

My pillowy lips part as I glance between the screen and the notes, my face taking on a cute yet bewildered expression as I try to follow the first set of instructions.

 

First, you goin 2 need to learn how to stream

Its how you make money now $$$

The program will be open when the comp starts up (The 1 with the black logo)

Start private session (Not when actually doing it though but for practice)

Check 2nd screen. If the green light is on your streaming, yellow means private, red means your not you know what red means

Chat is on the secodn screen (remeber to react to chat for the donations)

You sign on with "Hey lovlies, how are you today?" (Be bubbly, tey eat it up)

Try to

You need to

Be cute, show skin (Not too much tho, thats the other stream)

When you need to sign off press the "End Session" button

Easy money 4 you ;)

 

I read the note, seeing the one behind it for a moment and noticing it was instructions for her more personal streams and videos. Swallowing hard I decide to focus on the first first set of instructions, hoping to be able to do the less lewd and sexual streams rather than having to go back to the porn set in the other room.

Slowly but surely I begin to follow the instructions, starting up the private stream as I look at my image in the preview screen. While I lacked any makeup and my hair was a frizzy mess the rest of me screamed lewd gaming streamer, my breasts taking up the lower half of the screen as the light above the screen illuminated my jiggly pale shelf of flesh.

I look at the camera, smiling weakly as I see the girl in the preview window acting equally as shyly.

"H...Hey lovelies, how...how are you today?" I squeak nervously, my soft sensual voice appearing meek and mousey with me behind it.

As I go to open a game, deciding to do a full fake run through I see something in the corner of my eye. The chat window was no longer empty, someone having joined the chat when I started the private stream before beginning to fill the window with messages.

 

Skye4Real has joined the private session

Skye4Real: Heey babe!
Skye4Real: Oh fuck you call that an intro?
Skye4Real: I never sound so shy!
Skye4Real: ...
Skye4Real: Actually
Skye4Real: Mayb the sad nerd boys would like a soft little waifu lol
Skye4Real: Hey
Skye4Real: Heeeeeeeeey
Skye4Real: I told you to react to chat!

As I read the chat my jaw drops, my eyes darting between the chat and the camera.

"Sc...Scarlett?" I ask, my voice trembling along with my bottom lip.

 

Skye4Real: Not anymore babe
Skye4Real: But yeah its me :P

Swap Clinic In The New Year - Part Six

 

I let out a long drawn out sigh of relief as I step into the shower, the powerful jets of hot water pounding my soft as though to massage away the pain. My posture begins to collapse under the relaxing sensations hammering my back, my shoulders slumping forwards as the heavy tear drops on my chest weigh me down.

My long hair quickly begins to matte against my soft and sensitive skin, clinging to me in a strange and uncomfortable manner. As I step further into the shower the cascading water begins to trace searing hot lines over my plump form, as though to show me each and every curve in my minds eye. I shudder as I feel the water run over my immense backside and down my large chest, the feelings making me decide to get this over sooner rather than later.

With hazy vision I begin to look around the grime coated shower, spying a quite a few small bottles lining the floor. Leaning down to investigate the bottles I let out another pained grunt, my breasts hanging down beneath me and straining my aching muscles. Most of the bottles on the shower floor are empty, rubbish that Scarlett had refused to throw out. However, I manage to find one half empty bottle of lavender scented body wash which I quickly retrieve.

I pump some of the purple soap into my petite pale hands before tentatively lathing my self up. I wince as my soapy hand begin to rub my generous chest, trying my best not to arouse myself as I avoid my new enlarged nipples and focus on what had been the shelf of flesh which I spilled the milk on. Slowly but surely I begin to clean further down, nibbling at my bottom lip as I run my hands over my new curves and flat stomach.

As I reach my supple thighs I let out a yelp and a gasp, finding that whole area more sensitive than it had been in my old body. Endeavoring to clean the cum, the last reminder of my manhood, off of me I begin to hastily scrub around my nethers.

Suddenly my eyes go wide, a shock running up my spine as I touch my new clitoris by accident. A squeak escapes my lips as I feel a dull throb of heat radiate out for a moment. With a whimper I slow my cleaning down, taking far more care to avoid another accident. However, the damage is already done. I watch in horror as my nipples begin to grow firmer by the second, my heart racing as I stare down at the fleshy erasers on my chest signifying my arousal.

"Shit...come on...I...I'm getting aroused by...myself" I hiss, finding the heat in my groin returning as I stare down at my huge breasts.

Thinking quickly I reach for the cold tap, close my eyes, and quickly twist the tap as a torrent of icy water hits me. I squeal in shock, my mind reeling as I find myself struggling to take a steady breath while under the constant frigid stream.

Shivering and with ragged breath I find my arousal rapidly abating, the discomfort coursing through me easily getting me out of that particular mood. Deciding I couldn't take any more I turn the cold tap lower and lower as the water returns to its toasty warm perfection. I quickly try to wash out the remaining suds and lather, getting my body clean at the very least.

With a pained expression I grab a handful of my long dark brown hair, holding the thick locks in my hand and in front of my face.

"I can...I can not wash this today" I mumble softly, already mentally exhausted from having to clean this strangers body.

I try to enjoy the warm water for another few minutes, standing still in the shower in the hopes it would help ease my aches and pains. However, the longer I stand under the water the more I'm made aware of ever single inch of my new flesh.

With a huff of frustration I turn off the water, angered that I couldn't even enjoy the shower without being reminded of what had been taken from me.

Dripping wet with my long mane of hair sticking to my face, neck and shoulders I begin to step out of the shower. I hold onto the grime covered walls to help keep me steady as I carefully climb out into the bathroom proper.

I clench my jaw is anger as I see the piles of wet and moldy towels that had been discarded, leaving me with one option. Waddling across the cold tiles I grab the hand towel off the warmer, hanging my head a little as I begin to dab at my drench skin. The coarse material feels surprisingly good as it rubs against me, leaving a pleasant tingles with every swipe.

The hand towel does good work, easily drying off my arms and legs in no time. Biting at my lip I gently dab around my groin, trying my best not to start myself down a path that would require another ice cold shower. Satisfied with my progress I begin to move onto my ass, my eyes going wide as I finally get a good feeling for how big it was. My hands couldn't cover even a single cheek, even if I splayed my fingers out. With each motion of the towel I feel the mass of fat jiggle and bounce, sending chills down my spine.

Deciding that it was dry enough I move onto my chest. I slowly dab the towel over my tear drop shaped sacks hanging from me, purposely avoiding my areolas and nipples out of fear of stimulating them. As I finish I pause, still feeling wet. My face drops as I realize I missed a spot, my eyes darting to the bathroom mirror as I look at the horrified girl staring back at me.

With a low whimper I reach for one of my massive breasts, lifting it as I feel it's full weight in my weak slender hand. I begin to dry myself underneath the fatty lump as quickly as I can, hastily doing the same thing for the other side. I pause before finishing up, gently squeezing the breast in my hand as I absentmindedly take my first step into intentional exploration.

As I look in the mirror I see my mess of wet hair clinging to me, my eyes dropping to the already soaked hand towel as I try to think of a solution. With another grunt I bend down, looking through the cabinet beneath the sink. I gasp as I see what I was looking for, my first stroke of luck all day. I pull out a hair dryer and quickly plug it in.

"Even if I can just get it...not dripping" I grumble, fanning and flaring my hair out as I begin to slow process of drying it. After several minutes I find myself making process, the searing hot air easily drying my hair in small bathes. However, the contained repetitive motions quickly begin to wear against my sore body and I'm force to stop with my hair still not quite dry and fairly frizzy.

I sigh at the sight of the sexy yet disheveled girl in the mirror, quickly looking away as I fetch my glasses. As I place the frames on the bridge of my nose I begin to leave the room, pausing as I kick one of the old towels.

"God fucking...okay...okay..." I angrily fume, reaching down and unfurling the towel. I race around the steamy room, repeating the process as I collect up all the towels without signs of mold and piling up those that were too far gone in the corner for later.

With towels in hand I waddle out of the room, a pile of terrible smelling towels in my arms and partially obscuring my vision. To anyone looking into my apartment window they would see the curvy young woman walking completely naked through her apartment, her hips swaying dramatically with each step. I myself hardly even notice, no longer fighting the natural stride of my body as I am too focused on cleaning up and on my anger at the woman who had caused this mess. My breasts press into the soggy pile of towels, leaving only my ass the bounce and shake with each hurried step.

Remembering to stretch over the pile of toy in the hallways I race down to the laundry room, dumping the whole pile of towels into the machine. It was marvelously modern, the washing machine appearing practically unused and quite expensive. I easily start a load of washing, the whole machine running in a whisper quiet fashion as I close the door to the room.

Still fuming I storm into Scarlett's bedroom, turning on the light as I begin to look for a clean set of clothes. Sadly the wardrobe is practically empty, its contents having been disgorged across most surfaces around the apartment. I frantically begin to pick through the discarded items, grabbing shirts and pants as I try to find something to wear. Each time I grab an item I bring it to my face and take a sniff, some mixture of sweat, alcohol, and sexual fluid assaulting my nostrils each and every time.

With tears beginning to well up in my eyes I manage to find to items still in the wardrobe, making them clean by comparison to the rest of the room. A pair of cutesy pink panties and an old shirt that appears a size or two too small. Glancing around the room one last time I see something sitting besides the bed, a package for Ms Skye.

Walking over I pick it up, finding the whole thing bending and flexing in my grasp. My heart soars as I feel the flexibility and weight in my hands, a sense of hope that it could be some clean clothes. I begin to tear at the packaging in a frenzy, finding that Scarlett had ordered...