The Inheritance - Part Five

Reaching the edge I look over at Jane, watching as she snaps the metal casing at the end of the last cable free from the socket with a triumphant grunt. Holding the metal device up high I give her a mortified look, my vision of the object blurring as she holds it high above her own towering head.

As if noticing my dismay she gives me a weak grin. "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll get you a nice pair of glasses soon enough. But first...Let's get you cleaned up in the showers" she coos, wincing a little as she looks at my curvy cum-covered body.

For a moment I feel a twinge of sadness, the thought of washing the devilishly delicious substance drying against my soft supple skin feeling like a waste of tragic proportions. However, I soon catch myself as I pull away from that line of thought as I focus on the disgusting sheen of sweat and old fallen-out body hair that clung to me.

"Sounds...good..." I manage to whimper out, the fact I still couldn't reach the floor from the high seated chair even as I sit at the edge sending chills down my spine.

The Inheritance - Part Four

"That's right!" Jane chirps excitedly, glad to hear me speak in English as a sign the swaps worked.

"And the...accent?" I whimper, wincing as I listen to it escape my lips with each and every utterance.

"Well you wouldn't be much of a French farm girl without it would you Madeliene?" Jane responds, throwing me a little wink as she refers to the idea behind my new body.

The Inheritance - Part Three

"...I mean..." Jane continues from earlier, done with her hemming and hawing. "Soften you up."

As if reacting to her words the vibrations surrounding me begin to build in intensity. Despite my numbed body I can feel that something was wrong as my vision becomes more and more distorted and shaky by the second. My ears ring and my head aches, my mind struggling to form even a single thought under the rattling passing through my skull.

In the few brief moments I can make out anything through my hazy vision I notice my arms and chest rapidly losing definition. What little lean muscles I had in my chest seemed to melt away, my pectorals sagging into some gelatinous form beneath me. My arms sadly follow suit, the softening insides warping as the cushioned armrests begin to squeeze against them. I can only assume the same is occurring to the remainder of my body, my listing head unable to inspect much as it rests on my shoulder limply.

The Inheritance - Part Two

 Clearing my throat, I look down at the suited man from over the copy of the contract

"Um...how much was this deposit?" I ask nervously, passing the sheet of paper back to Simon.

"Oh, of course. Due to the extensive nature of the services Mrs. Davies required, we needed to secure five million dollars in order to ensure all the swaps could be saved and held for her until we had collected all the...um...clients" Simon explains, stumbling over his words not at the reference to the immense sum of money but rather at the reference to other people.

The Inheritance - Part One

With a firm series of pats I flatten the shimmering length of tape over the top of the last of my moving boxes, a faint imprint lingering on the cardboard from my sweat-covered palm. It had been a long few days, slowly working to sell off whatever I could while struggling to fit the last of my meager possessions into the limited number of boxes I could cram into my car.

I needed to be out of my apartment by the end of the workday, having agreed to drop my keys off at the real estate agent's office before they closed up. With that act I'd be living in my car, the final low of an already terrible week I'd been forced to endure.