The Swap Meet - Part Fifteen

"Okay..." I coos, nibbling at my lip as I watch the cute sweaty brunette in the mirror writhe in her seat not from arousal but from the cloying heat around her. "Home first" I mutter, throwing the gear into reverse as I begin to pull out.

"Where ever that is now..."

Slowly pulling out of the parking space I can't help but feel some pang of disappointment, the subtle rumbling of Sandra's even relatively modern sedan paling in comparison to the monster I had driven over here while I was Lillian. As I carefully get a feel for the vehicle I pick at my remaining buttons with my right hand, blinking behind my glasses a bit as I find myself favoring my left for steering.

"Don't tell me..." I hiss, soon fumbling to release the last button of my egg-shell white blouse as it fall open either side of me. My confusion at the difference in dominant hand fades away as the air conditioner pelts my tight belly and slender waist with cold air, the currents painting a mental image as they circulate in the pockets created by my tucked in top.

As I pass out the driveways and onto the street I spy an overly nervous Sandra, the now tiny Chinese girl pacing back and forth and muttering to herself as she tries to calm down. Despite her anxiety her body flounces around almost joyfully as she paces, the swapped manner in which she carries herself seeming to prevent her from simply curling up into a ball of a nervous wreck.

The Swap Meet - Part Fourteen

I barely listen to the end of her sentence, my blistering headache and distracting form taking my mind away from her words. I'd already swapped so many times today, the idea of doing one more and what it could do to my mind sent chills down my spine. Besides, I'd be giving up close to a decade of age, though it would make me closer to my original age again.

The thought of talking like this, of being some tiny and overly sexualized bartender was off-putting. However, was being some cute and social awkward woman in her late twenties any better in the grand scheme of things.

I reach up to rub my eyes, groaning in frustration as I accept her offer.

"Fine..." I find myself whining, rubbing my eyes as they begin to water under the barrage of pain filling my head. The aching gears grind inside my head as I fight back the urge to smirk at the offer, the demure nerdy-looking woman having served me up the perfect out.

The Swap Meet - Part Thirteen

The shouting and bargaining continues back and forth as agreements quickly narrow further and further. Each time people pair off someone else quickly breaks it, bringing up reasons why they would make the better partner or why a shorter or longer swap would actually be better.

"Last Call!" cries one of the techs from the stage, the last of the tables being carried out of the room.

Swallowing hard it all seems to crystalize around us, our makeshift huddle quickly trying our best to make our final pairings even if some missed out.

I open my mouth to say something, only to be cut off as I feel someone latch to my arm before tugging it towards the stage. Gazing down I find myself staring at the silky and shiny black hair of Jennifer as she seems to try and make good of Lillian's earlier offer.

"Come on" she chirps excitedly, spinning to look up at me with a hefty bounce of her chest. "We need to go now."

The Swap Meet - Part Twelve

I pant heavily as I try to dull my fury, the heaving weight on my chest only working to bolster my anger as I feel it shift with every deep breath.

"She... she can't just... I... Fuck... Fuck!" I scream, raising my hand to my mouth as I try to stifle my howls of frustration as the sound of the body thief's voice slipping from my lips does little to calm me down.

"I... Shit she... I can't believe that... I... I need to..."  I wheeze, heaving my bloated chest from the pool water as I stumble to my feet. "I need to get out of... of... this" I hiss, glancing down at the middle-aged body Lillian had tricked me into.

In a sluggish and somewhat intoxicated malaise I clamber up and out of the pool, kicking and the water and grunting as I press my prodigious chest into the decking as I whine and groan at the weight dragging me down.

"Stupid..." I whimper, getting a doughy thigh up over the edge of the pool. My thick ass jiggles and the flab ripples with the sudden movements, a string of pained and frustrated whines slipping past my plump painted lips. "Can't believe... she fucking stole... that... that..." I continue, panting heavily as I pull my curvaceous form to the deck with one final heave. "Bitch..."

The Swap Meet - Part Eleven

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Re: The Swap Meet - Part Four

The world around me slowly bleeds back into my consciousness, the whirring and rumbling of the large device surrounding me being the first thing to force itself way into bombarding my senses. My mind reels, thoughts and feelings roiling and churning inside my skull as the mess slowly begins to settle.

My body feels numb, the vibrations running through the metal walls of the machine causing my arm and the side of my face to jostle and shake. As my eyes slowly open the vibrations leave my vision faltering, the dim steel room blurring severely as my eyes rattle inside my skull.

Bright red strands of hair soon begin to fall into view, the constant shaking of the machine shifting the heavily dyed strands out of their messy yet well-parted bob as my eye line is quickly filled with shades of bright neon red.

Re: The Swap Meet - Part Three

"Next!" calls a man from the stage, his gaze falling to the small set of steps leading up to the raised wooden platform. The queue stands empty, the lab coat-adorned man soon looking around at those standing around the stage in an effort to find the next set of swappers. Our eyes meet for a moment, the man in his early thirties nodding towards myself and Monica as she hangs from my arm to talk down to Sally beside us.

I nod to the attendant, turning around to face Monica reaffirming my original choice to take over her life whatever that may be.

I watch as the pale and curvy young woman with bright and undoubtedly artificially red hair talks down to the natural and diminutive redhead beside us. A subtle tinge of jealousy creeps across my mind, a mixture of long held anxieties of rejection blending with a want to be desired. The look in Sally's eyes as Monica questions her, entertaining the idea of a swap, awakens a desire to be looked at in the same way.

Re: The Swap Meet - Part Two

With a deep breath I look over at Monica, my gaze darting between her cute lightly freckled face and her large prominently displayed chest. The gears in my head spin and turn as I try to piece together what to do. I had only come here to check out the Swap Meet, maybe to do a temporary swap, but here I was considering giving up being me permanently.

A slight hiss escapes my lips, the subtle noise failing to get any of the girl's attention as they bicker and fight over who would be swapping with who. Before I can get out a word I watch as the very tired and increasingly frustrated Mckenzie throws up her hands in a weak surrender.

"Know what? I'm just gonna let you all work this out" she grumbles, shuffling away towards the crowd around the center in search for some people experiencing less drama.

Taking my chance I clear my throat, struggling to look at the pierced young woman in her bottle-green eyes.

"Uh, so Monica... were you still..." I croak out, my blood running cold as I realize just what I was suggesting.

Re: The Swap Meet - Part One

"Just this once" I mutter under my breath, steeling my nerves as I pull the doors open. "What's the chances of anyone wanting to be me and me wanting to be...well them" I chuckle softly, ducking a little and slouching my shoulders nervously as I slip into the entryway.

​As I walk into the modest community center I find myself in the threshold of a short hallway, a shiny polished concrete floor reflecting the harsh florescent lights which flicker above me. The walls are relatively far apart, leaving for a large enough space for multiple to wander the hallway, with multiple doors leading off into smaller breakout rooms. Small sheets of paper hang on the stark white walls nearby every doorway, each containing a series of names on the simple but effective signup sheets.

"Just this once" I mutter to myself once again, my heart pounding in my chest and ringing in my ears. "I'll just some lunch and I'll be out of here before..." I continue to rationalize, pausing as I pull one of the large doors open.

The Swap Meet - Part Ten

I look down at the dress on the floor for a moment, wincing at the thought of adding to the mess around the room. The pool was practically calling to me, the sun high in the sky and perfect for a dip on a warm day such as this.

At the same time, was it really going to make a good impression if I just...left it there? If I could quickly find the laundry I'm sure I could just dump it in before heading down to the pool.

With a long drawn-out sigh I simply stare at the clothing spread across the floor, throwing my head back a little before jumping in shock as I feel my overwhelming bust jostle worryingly inside the extremely tight straps of the swimwear.

"Fuck it..." I hiss, reaching up to support the massive restrained mounds on my chest. "I can clean later, I'm using my pool."

The Swap Meet - Part Nine

Eventually, I begin to formulate my plan of attack, wriggling up with no small amount of effort into a seated position and picking at my blue airy dress. I needed to get out of this thing and find the laundry, wherever that is, and afterward, I could get some swimwear and use the pool while the sun is good.

I can't help but groan as I dredge myself up from the soft inviting mattress, my joints aching as I try to sit upright and my chest attempts to pin me in place. With a solid heave of my tired body I lurch forwards, bracing myself as I place my delicate hands on my dress-covered knees.

"Alright" I huff, taking off my designer sunglasses as I go to stand up. "First, swimwear. Second..." I mutter, clambering to my feet as I begin to waddle my way over to the large and expansive wardrobe. My cheeks begin to glow a deep red as I glance at myself in the mirror, the stacked Italian woman blushing meekly back at me as I wander up to it.

The Swap Meet - Part Eight

The man looks at me rather awkwardly, his expression becoming unreadable as it twists and turns through a myriad of emotions. Finally he opens his mouth, muttering "She did say she was looking for a smaller chest, guess she got one." Jacob quickly follows his statement with a nervous chuckle, glancing down at my chest momentarily before immediately look away.

"I...yeah she did...um..." I stammer in response, unsure as to how to answer as the air hangs think around us. You could cut the awkward tension with a knife as both Jacob and I simply shuffle nervously in silence as it grows more and more oppressive.

The Swap Meet - Part Seven

With a sigh he squeezes me closer, eliciting a yelp as he pulls me into a weak one-armed hug before letting go a few feet from the cafe. "Alright" he mutters, having come up with his plan of action. "How about we head home, it'll mean we can talk in private about...this whole thing" he says, his kind voice containing a slight amount of hurt in his words.

I look up at him with big doe eyes, my discomfort being out in public looking like some forty-year-old woman easing as he holds onto me. "Okay" I manage to mutter out, looking down at the ground for a moment as I collect my thoughts. "Where did you...um...park?" I ask, thinking that we would take his car back to the distant house.

The Swap Meet - Part Six

 

The drive out of the outer suburbs in which the community center sat is only a short one. With every set of traffic lights and turn I feel the anticipation build in the luxury car, the hum of the engine begging me to let loose on the open road. Thankfully I don't have to wait long as I reach the long stretch of road leading out to the distant countryside.

Howling with delight in my new sensual voice I floor it, quickly hitting the speed limit as the wind whips about my head and sends my short hair fluttering wildly. Not wanting to be as irresponsible about the law as Lillian I quickly slow my acceleration, simply enjoying the feeling of control and power I feel behind the wheel of the fine vehicle.

The cool air and the bright sun feel downright heavenly on my tanned skin, my plush lips curving into a delighted smile as I enjoy the feeling of my temporary body for the first time since I had landed in it. My light dress adheres tightly to my curves as I'm hammered by the wind rushing by me, the flimsy material leaving nothing to the imagination as I barrel down the highway.

The Swap Meet - Part Five

Seemingly as soon as my vision grows dark I feel my sensations rapidly returning. The hum of the pod around me slowly dies down to the low rumbling hum at which it had started, the pained reverberations ceasing almost immediately as I come to my senses.

My head feels like it's been through a tumble drier, all manner of varied and disparate thoughts bounce around in my mind as they fight for a place inside my skull. Dates, addresses, names, and faces, all manner of ephemera that I have never seen or heard of before flashes past my mind's eye. My head begins to throb painfully for a moment, the tension building around my forehead and temples reaching an unbearable point before vanishing entirely as my mind begins to clear.

The faint scent of perfume begins to reach my nostrils as I take a deep heaving breath, my mind struggling to identify the smell. It was fresh and bright, like wild berries, before trailing off in a mellow and subdued Jasmine scent.

The Swap Meet - Part Four

Hemming and hawing I glance between the three women around me, my gaze darting over each of them in turn. Lily and Lillian follow suit, weighing up their own choices in the group while Angela and Henry merely wait with bated breath.

"Uh...Mrs. Portsmith?" I ask, finally breaking our relative silence. "It would only be until the next Swap Meet...right?"

The older woman grins from ear to ear, her contemplative expression falling away to reveal a look of utter glee. She cocks her hip slightly, again showing off her overwhelming curves beneath her light and airy sundress, before placing a perfectly manicured hand on it.

The Swap Meet - Part Three

Clicking my tongue a little I try to find the right words to express my feelings on this whole thing. It was all happening so quickly, how could I justify agreeing to swap with the first people I met here even if it was only temporary?

"Sorry, but I think I'm going to hold off on making any final..." I begin to explain, pausing as I watch Sally's shoulders slump in disappointment.

"It's okay..." she mumbles, her voice giving away her dejected state. "Maybe we could swap Zel..." she begins to state, her suggestion begin cut off by an enthusiastic Maggie.

The Swap Meet - Part Two

As I walk into the modest community center I find myself in the threshold of a short hallway, a shiny polished concrete floor reflecting the harsh florescent lights which flicker above me. The walls are relatively far apart, leaving for a large enough space for multiple to wander the hallway, with multiple doors leading off into smaller breakout rooms. Small sheets of paper hang on the stark white walls nearby every doorway, each containing a series of names on the simple but effective signup sheets.

However, my eyes are drawn down to the end of the hall and a large set of double doors. Loud yet muffled noises emanate from beyond the dark wooden doors, light music and voices carrying out to reach me as I slowly pace my way ever closer. Clearing my throat, I begin to fidget with my clothing and roll my shoulders back in an effort to show myself in a slightly better light.

"Just this once" I mutter to myself once again, my heart pounding in my chest and ringing in my ears. "I'll just some lunch and I'll be out of here before..." I continue to rationalize, pausing as I pull one of the large doors open.

The Swap Meet - Part One

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, stemming cup of rich dark coffee in hand, I slowly trudge up the stairs to the large double doors of the old community center. The old brick building, now coated with a rough albeit fresh coat of white paint, sat so far into the outer suburbs of the city I called home it was practically rural, acting as an anchor for the local community.

In the large spacious rooms within all sorts of activities were run over the years from cooking classes to educational workshops. However, over the past few months, it had played host to a brand new community activity...

The Swap Meet