The Swap Meet: Underground - Part Two

Frantically wiggling I try to slosh myself up and out of the sides of the cup, the fight or flight response wracking my mind cover coming any rational thought of what I would do next.

However, before I can make any sort of progress I feel my world quickly lurch once more. Lacking any of the care or practice of the masked figure, I am suddenly heaved up as a warm breath rips down and into the cup. My view is quickly filled with a horrifying view, a wide and gaping maw that parts as it hungrily awaits for me to fall inside.

I scramble as best I can to hold on, my whole oozing body straining to cling to the smooth plastic. However, with only a slight shake I find myself hurtling down before my vision is swamped by darkness of the massive lips seal around me.

I frantically try to grip to anything, to the long slimy and trashing tongue or the broad and immense feeling teeth. However, it only takes a tilt of the head and one long hard swallow to send me cascading down further as I feel myself narrow out before losing consciousness once again.

The Swap Meet: Underground - Part One

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

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

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

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

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

Second Class Swaps - Part One

"So... How has the job search been going?" the woman across from me mutters, the bookish and dark-haired academic leaning in a little to sit at the steaming hot latte as she pulls a little at her navy blue scarf.

Despite having broken up over a year ago Fiona and I had still caught up regularly, our lives having been enmeshed for so long that it was hard at this point to simply not remain friends.

"Well... about the same as it has been..." I grumble back, having received a fresh batch of rejections this morning. I watch as my former girlfriend purses her lips a little, a slight bit of foam from the coffee clinging to them as she seems to ponder something.

"I think Latham is hiring again, you know... after all the lay-offs" she muses, raising one of her somewhat pudgy fingers to her chin in thought. It had been well over a year at this point, a year since myself and many of my colleagues had been forced out of academia due to 'over-hiring' during the pandemic.

I feel a pang of frustration at the news along with a slight elation, annoyance that they seemed to have let me go for nothing blending with a hope that I could just slip back given my prior experience.

"Really?" I cough, spluttering a little into my own coffee as I choke down a half-sip. "Maybe I should..."

"Yeah..." Fiona mutters as she cuts me off absentmindedly. "Mrs Mawab said we needed to bring in some more people for diversity. I mean you remember how much of a... sausage..." she giggles, her laughter turning to an awkward chuckle as she looks over my rapidly souring expression. "... sorry..." she mutters, turning to attention back to her coffee as she sips more in an effort to keep from speaking.

'Borrowed' Body - Part Five

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Borrowed' Body - Part Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Borrowed' Body - Part Two

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

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

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

'Borrowed' Body - Part One

Wringing my hands together in the cold night air I try to warm them up as best I can. Standing in the dark alley, the only light coming from a small dim bulb illuminating a nearby dumpster behind a Thai restaurant, I can't help but whip my head around anxiously.

Sliding my hands apart I knock at the door again, the low thud of the metal door reverberating throughout the alley as I hunch down again to keep from being seen.

For a moment I consider leaving. Maybe I had gotten the address wrong? Maybe I got which day the meeting was confused.

As I wrack my head, my mind looping over the possible problems over and over again, I hear a set of footsteps and hushed grumbling from beyond of steel door. As the door creaks open, the dull emergency lights inside barely illuminating the face of the young college aged girl leaning to look through the crack, I watch as a set of dark green eyes narrow through the shadows.

"Keep it down" she hisses, her voice hushed yet furious. "You Mr H?" she asks, inching the door open slightly more as she looks my far taller form up and down inquisitively and with an appraising eye.

"Uh..." I grunt dimly, my thoughts sending me reeling for a moment before I'm able to compose myself. "Yeah... yeah I'm Mr..." I begin to respond, the door parting the moment I say yes as the young woman ushers me inside.

"Then get in" she snaps, a slender tan arm lunging out to grab at my coat as I'm pulled inside. "I swear, if I lose my job because of you being all loud and stuff I'm going to..." she huffs, her words falling away as I stare at the poorly illuminated sign on the wall.

'Swap Clinic - Authorized Entry Only'

Early Reitrement - Part Three

Between glasses and a few minor cosmetic changes I quickly finish off, my eyes darting up to my cart as I add it to my calculator app. My lips quiver as I quickly begin to type away on the device, my pounding heart leaving my hands shaky as I try to avoid any sort of miscalculation.

"Five-forty-five... plus the three-hundred..." I huff, working out how much I would have left at the end of things and after buying my hypothetical house. "That between a high yield... and term deposits should equal...thirty-six thousand in income... so like... seven hundred a week..." I muse, slumping back in the seat as I stare at the cart in disbelief.

Biting my lower lip I reach up to the cart, slowly exhaling as I tap through to proceed wit the sales and purchases.

"I've lived off of less... and without rent... that's basically..." I ramble, trying to justify my decision only to be cut short the moment I tap 'Confirm'

"Mr Hughes!" shouts the woman from reception, the short middle-aged receptionist looking out around the room. "Mr Hughes, please come to the counter" 

Early Reitrement - Part Two

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the prices the Swap Clinic was offering without going into one of their branches. There was no way to tell just how much I would need to add to the rather ample sum I had been left as a part of my grandmother's inheritance. When she had passed, her large family home had been sold off as a part of the estate, the multi-story home having been bought for a reasonable sum in the 1940's now easily drawing in well over a million dollars.

For my part, my grandma had left me a sizeable chunk of the funds from that sale. The wayward grandson, the one seeming to flounder in his thirties apparently needing the leg up even more than her own daughters. 

I had left the lawyer's offices $750,000 dollars richer, and having drawn the ire and jealousy of many of my own family. Still, it was not enough to merely retire on, not without a home to call my own. However, a trip to Swap Clinic could easily solve that issue.

Early Retirement - Part One

Standing in the queue of the Swap Clinic waiting room I shuffle awkwardly, my hands wringing themselves before darting in and out of my pockets in search of something to distract me before repeating the process over and over again. The waiting room, while quiet, is certainly not empty. Nearly a dozen other patrons sit around the room, spaced out seemingly for privacy as they slowly tap away at a small tablet in Swap Clinic branded hard cases.

"Just like a catalogue" I think to myself, my eyes darting to a pimply and rather heavy-set young woman as she holds up the screen for an older woman to review.

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.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Three

I lean back in my seat, sipping between the two profiles as I look at their display pictures inquisitively. One sweet looking and cute with a simply unreal amount of hair and what seemed to be a troublesomely wide set of hips, the other a little more slender and manageable build though with more of a grungy or somewhat trashy looking background.

"They're not... too different in age at least..." muse, thankfully not having to make a choice as to which younger or older was really all that better in a new body and life. "And at least one of them lives out of home... can't say much about the other aside from... she's a baker? Maybe?" I mutter, returning to the image of the short and bottom heavy freckled brunette as she stands with who I could only assume was her new boss.

"Still... is that better that shelf staking?" I continue, sipping more of my coffee as I think about just what working at a bakery entails. The early mornings, waking up before dawn to start ovens and fill mixers with ingredients for mixing. "... I mean I guess overnight stocking isn't much better... Bi is an interesting selling point though" I chuckle, the mystery of just what Ms Gouelle was leaving me a little concerned.

Sipping down the last of my coffee with a heavy gulp I look back at the two messages, my lips pursing as I decide to wait a little longer as I wait for some more messages before reaching out.

Hopping up and out of my seat I give a little stretch, the early morning sun streaming in through the kitchen window invitingly. Snatching up the empty mug I shuffle lazily back towards the kitchen, the images of the two young women who had reached out to me swirling in my minds eyes as I begin to make myself another coffee and a bit of breakfast. 

Eggs sizzle in the pan and butter melts against toasted bread, the simple and humble breakfast being basically all I could afford at the moment. With a plume of steam I pull the lid of the fry pan, the golden yolks of the egg having cooked to a gelatinous goo while the bottom fried to a nice crisp. Tossing the eggs onto the toast I quickly finish making my second coffee of the morning before carefully carrying my haul back to the coffee table.

This time I place the items down before dropping into the seat, my body hunching over as I sit as to reach the food as I quickly begin to eat.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Two

Looking over the profile again I purse and pout my lips.

"Maybe I could get rid of some of those hyphens" I mutter to myself, wondering what else I could fit in if I did so. "Maybe tomorrow or something..." I sigh, sipping at my coffee as I place the mug down on the coffee table. "I'll tr and think of something tomorrow..."

Reading it one more time I close the app, opening the secure messaging app as I check for any responses to my profile. Raising my eyes brows in surprise I find myself actually looking at something more than a blank screen, the messaging app finally sporting two notifications for unread messages.

I tap at the first, the messaging app hanging for a moment before it suddenly fills the screen.

New Nuts November - Part One

The world around me feels off as I lay in my bed, a dull sense of grogginess gripping me as I find myself struggling to remember how I had gotten here. Looking around I try to make out the walls of the room, the blurring shadows failing to really form into anything cohesive before my mind is quickly taken elsewhere.

Something clutches at my bare thigh beneath the sheets, my head whipping back around as I spot a shifting shape beneath the sheets. Had that been there before? I could have sworn I would have seen something.

My questioning thoughts are cut short suddenly as a soft moaning giggle echos up from beneath the muffling sheets, the hand on my thigh suddenly being joined by another reaching up to grasp my already rock hard and throbbing cock.

"So fucking big..." moans a soft feminine voice, the mass shifting as I feel someone straddle my legs as the sheets rise up. Long hair softly traipses over my exposed skin, the thick silken locks soon massing around my groin as the woman adjusts herself to be inches away from my dick.

Her breath is intoxicating, the warm exhales leaving my body shuddering as it teases the yearning pre-cum slicked head of my cock. As she slowly lays down I feel a set of warm and perfectly soft tits come to rest against my thighs, my hand inching down under the blanket in search of the woman as I blindly flail about.

As I feel my fingers draw near the woman suddenly wraps her plush thick pillowy lips around my dick, her tongue snaking out and down the shaft as she begins to drool and sloppily coat the whole thing in a layer of warm spit.

I can't hold on, it had been so long since I had any chance for release. Grunting softly I feel my cock twitch and spasm, thick ropes of cum soon theoretically painting the woman's mouth. However, as soon as I cum I feel something splatter against my legs, the sheets around me growing warm and sticky as the feeling of the woman in my lap clashes with something far more real and present.

I wake with a start, inhaling sharply as I feel my cock twitching as it empties well over two weeks of stored up seed into the sheets beneath me.

"No... no no no..." I groggily wheeze, my head pounding a little from a slight hangover while the mounting anxiety at the sudden wet dream and its consequences force their way to the surface. "That... that doesn't count..." I groan, my eyes darting to my phone as I wait for the dreaded message to come through.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part One

My spoon clinks against the coffee mug as I stir in the milk, the dark instant coffee laden water swirling as it grows a creamy pale brown. My eyes glance over to the coffee machine in the corner of the bench, the rather nice appliance resting with a fine layer of dust after months without use.

Coffee, good coffee, was expensive and something I simply couldn't justify at the moment. Bringing the mug to my lips as take a sip, wincing a little at the bitter taste before adding another spoonful of sugar to try and cut the harshness.

Plodding along I wander over to the soft green sofa in my living room, my hand darting into my pocket before yanking out my phone with a little spin. I take a large gulp from my warm drink before dropping down into the seat, my eyes darting to the sloshing coffee as I try my best not to slip anything on the floor or myself.

Looking at my phone I quickly bring up the news, flicking through as I quickly read over various updates in the form of headlines without really delving to much deeper into anything as I swipe through.

Before long I close out of the app, bringing up another as I begin to play a video on my TV. As the room fills with the sounds of an overly exuberant let's player I slowly open up the Swap Clinic app, the lack of any notifications from it not really bothering me.

I hadn't set up any filters, no watch lists or favorites traits. Instead, rather than even looking for anything in the marketplace I simply navigated to my user profile to double check it as I had done for the past few weeks.

Swapping R&D: Barnyard Branch - Part One

I kick my legs beneath me as I wait in the all too familiar foyer, the slightly chipped dull yellow paint taking me back to my days of study and my former job teaching in the nearby buildings. The old teaching building, a central point on my old campus, was well overdue for a renovation and in fact one was planned so long as the right funding could be secured.

It was why I had been called in today, despite being made redundant several months ago, the college needed money and knew I needed it as well. The email had been bare to say the least, mostly just confirming the time to come and the forms to fill out if I was interested in earning some ongoing cash.

Looking around the foyer, not seeing a single soul aside from myself, I quickly fish my phone from my pocket. With an uneasy feeling I pull up the email, the fear I had come at the wrong time slowly sinking in. 

Swappy Seconds - Part Two

My brow furrows however as I spot an image, the extreme distance on the picture making it fairly hard to make out. Tapping at the option on screen I watch as the app freezes for a second, the trait loading on my phone as the first thing to load is the simple button reading

'Purchase - $N/A'

Section by section loads into the profile for the trait, each broken seemingly by design as garbled text rests next to each identifier. "Can't be..." I mutter as I stare at the image of Megan, the tiny and mousey blonde grad student in her mid-twenties that Fiona and I mentored. The image on screen shows the young woman held standing by a series of padded metal cuffs, the frame behind her adjusted for her tiny five foot one build.

Her delicate pale chin shines slightly in the camera flash, a rivulet of drool having been wiped away from her brainless body in order to get her ready for sale.

Wild and curly sandy blonde hair puffs out around her head and drapes down past her shoulders in a massive yellow mane, the thick curly locks framing the dainty and delicate features of her face. Pale green eyes stare ahead through a set of small half-moon reading glasses, the pupils differing in size as they fail to focus without a mind behind them. Her nose is tiny and delicate with a slight up turn, the narrow and slight feature working in concert with her delicate jawline and faint cheekbones to leave her looking down right sweet.

Her build can best be described as 'tiny', her arms and legs lacking much in the way of muscle and sporting just the barest amount of fat to leave her with a soft feminine plush. Her torso is clad in a plain white button-up business shirt and a tight cream-colored cable knit sweater, her narrow waist and modest perky chest on display beneath the warm clinging fabric. Her legs are shielded from view, a long ankle length black skirt hanging from her flared hips in an attempt at some kind of modest yet professional look.

Swappy Seconds - Part One

Sitting on the couch I kick up my feet, the coffee sloshing around in my mug as I'm forced to drop my phone and clutch at the warm ceramic to keep it from spilling. The warm sun stream in through the open kitchen window, the delightful late morning calling for me outside as I wriggle down into my cozy seat to start my day right.

It had been a bit of a habit recently, the morning task being something I had been doing since hearing about it on deep and long forgotten thread on the Swap Clinic forums. Grabbing my phone I pull open the app, the aging device struggling to play the various flashy animations of the Swap Clinic's application since the latest update.

Suggested swaps and featured traits slowly populate the screen, cropped images of hair or eyes popping up one by one along with either prices or what the person was looking for in exchange for the particular feature. I slowly scroll through them, my lips shifting from side to side in thought as I ponder each one though most are simply out of my price range.

Since losing my job I had been living off of savings, and those don't last forever. Despite this, I had been interested in visiting the Swap Clinic for quite some time. It had been what led me to search for 'Cheap Swap Clinic Tricks' online, the search eventually leading me to a thread from nearly a decade ago back when the Swap Clinic still used a website.

The thread had asked about deals at the Swap Clinic, whether the shop front ever ran sales or clearances and the like. While the thread had mostly responded no, the prices were set by the seller and the Swap Clinic had no say over that, there was one response that caught my eye.

"You could always check the Secret Section"