Changing Clothes - Part Five

With another yank I'm tugged forward, the goth girl quickly nudging the now oversized shoes towards me as I stumble into them. Clothes from the pile scatter across my floor as I'm pulled and yanked towards the door and the corridor beyond.

"Come on..." Gracie huffs, her hand release my arm before grabbing my own sweaty palm. "I am not starting my shift late again..."

As I'm dragged out the door I manage to grab A handful of the strange sealed clothing, my fingers finding purchase on various bulging packages. My fingers dig into several of the pink plastic bags, the fabric inside each yielding as I tighten my grip around them.

One after another tumble from my grasp, my stomach sinking as the sight of the packages bouncing off the hardwood floor before I quickly bring the remaining three packages to my heavily sagging chest as I clutch the packages as tightly as I can.

The sound of jingling keys ring in my ear as Gracie snatches my apartment keys from a small hook by the door, the goth pausing for a moment as she glances down at the shoes on the floor.

"Come on!" she snaps, kicking one of the sneakers as it bounces off my foot. "Do I have to do everything for you?"

Changing Clothes - Part Four

"Oh my..." I wheeze, my voice coming out in a sweet yet husky croak as I feel my chin wiggle slightly. With each wheezing breath I feel my chest rise and fall, the mammoth weights rubbing uncomfortably inside the woolen sweater with each clawing gasp. My belly and waist fare little better, the deep inhalations causing me to feel the pile of flab stretching the skin around my abdomen and hips.

Fidgeting with the sweater I soon find the hem hanging around my mid-thigh, the oversized sweater seemingly acting as a sort of cozy 'while-at-home' dress. Titling my head slightly, a cascade of light brown extremely blurry strands falling into my field of view, I spot the glasses on the sofa and worse yet the large and wide panties resting on the floor.

My head spins, my heart racing at an uncomfortable rate as I part my plump lips. My soft rounded cheeks burn hot with a sense of embarrassment as I lay splayed on the floor, the sensation only growing worse as I feel my thick thighs press against each other with the usual obstruction between my legs failing to make any sort of appearance.

Flailing slightly in the clothing pile I try to get a grip on this new body, my mind racing with dozens of trains of thought all at once as I try to work out what I should do. 

Suddenly, I am broken from my desperate and panicked thoughts as Gracie barges her way into the room with a frustrated scowl across her face.

Game of Lives - Part Four

"Welcome back class" she coos in a prim and proper manner, her tone clashing with the mischievous and delighted look on her face. "Did we enjoy our play time?" she asks, biting her bottom lip hard as she stares at my chest in a knowing manner. "I certainly enjoyed my meal, very... satisfying" she states, licking her lips as they are suddenly coated in a deep red gloss. "Unlike some of us."

"What did..." I pant, my hand shooting up to my mouth as the soft and delicate voice rings out in the now truly empty room. Glancing down at myself I let out a low whimper, my other hand reaching down to touch my aching chest before its suddenly yanked down to the arm rest.

"No playing with yourself in class young lady" Mori snaps, her stern character returning before she begins to chuckle once again. "And as for what I did... I did nothing aside from bringing your choices to life" she explains, waving her hand as the sound of shuffling cardboard fills the room. I watch as my tableau slowly spread out in front of me, my eyes going wide as it all begins to sink in.

"I... what did..." I gasp, squeezing my legs together with a wince as I feel the dripping drool from my pussy soak through the cheap material of my pants and coat my slender thighs. "Turn me..."

"Back?" Mori muses, looking down at the tiny red young woman staggering about in her palm. "But we still have so much more to play" she states, throwing the miniature me into the air as it suddenly appears along with the board on the desk. I feel the clattering of plastic dice fill my palm as my mouth hangs open in shock.

"Now..." Mori coos, taking a deep breath as her eyes narrow in on me. "Let's start the next round."

Changing Clothes - Part Three

As I begin to turn the package over I find the salmon pink continuing to the sealed lip of the envelope, the only pop of color in the plastic as the rest shifts to acting like a clear window to the clothing and accessories inside.

The same cursive writing as the logo sits at the top, this time hand written in sharpie. I cock my eyebrow, glancing between the title and the clothing as I take in the large folded graphic sweater and the carefully packed set of horn-rimmed glasses. My gaze shifts to the cursive script, my gaze quickly falling on the singular word.

 Melody

I slowly turn the package over and over, my mind abuzz with thoughts of just what it could all mean. On each turn I glance at the sweater, the black fabric adorned with a heavily worn and peeling printing of the symbol of the 'Village Hidden in the Leaves' from Naruto.

"Melody?" I mutter, pouting slightly as I move to open the package. "Like... a song?..." my musings continue, unsure as to what the title was actually referring to. Was it a name? A skill? A hobby or just a vibe?

Even as I open the package and gently pull the glasses free none of my questions are answered. I watch as the thick and heavy sweater tumbles to the floor, the folded bundle of mass produced clothing doing little to illuminate the person behind the outfit. Reaching down I slowly grab the sweater by the collar, lifting it as it unfurls into a rather large item of clothing. I'm so taken aback by the size of the sweater, easily being into the range of needing multiple X's ahead of the L on its label, that I don't even notice the pair of large plain beige 'granny panties' that tumble out from within the folds of the sweater.

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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Identity Injector - Part Two

"It... it worked?" mutters the voice of my guest, the shock of the situation having overshadowed their sudden visit. "Oh my... it worked!" They coo excitedly, reaching over and pulling the glass needle free without any apparent harm to the shirt.

My mouth hangs agape, my thin pale lips quivering as I stare up from the floor at my upstairs neighbor, a young alternative woman working as a barista.

Identity Injector - Part One

Pacing around the kitchen I listen to the soft whirring of my microwave, my gazes turning to the small spinning bowl in the little window. Rain pitters and patters against the tiny nearby window, the gloomy clouds outside blotting out the early afternoon sun.

It had been a lazy Tuesday so far, mostly spent binging watching the same tv show I had been for months and going some small amount of job searching. This had become all to a familiar routine since I had been made redundant, my motivation shrinking by the day as the lethargy of not having anything to do slowly set in.

As my microwave beeps I jump with a start, the rapping soon following from my front door.

I cock my eyebrow as I look to the scuffed wooden door, waiting for a moment as I try to work out whether or not I was hearing things. After a short wait another sudden burst of knocks erupt from the other side of the door, each one sounding more desperate by the second.

"Who..." I begin to ask, another series of knocks soon cutting me off.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part Three

My mouth hangs open for a moment in a stupefied fashion, a low gurgle rising from my throat as I struggle to string even two thoughts together. Staring down at the tiled floor I watch as the dark lines between blur and fade together, my vision waning by the second. Coughing to clear my throat and focusing my sleepy mind, I finally manage to croak out "Tr...Tracy... I'll..."

"Fan-tastic" the technician muses in a chipper manner, her fingernails clicking against the plastic keyboard as she makes some new notes.

It was a tough choice, the idea of becoming far younger than my current body was all too enticing. However, each left me worried from the keywords mentioned.

'Easy' was hard to interpret, the fear of becoming some office slut overwhelming the idea that her life was simply easy.

Living with someone's parents was a no after over a decade of enjoying my independence. I cringed at the thought of asking for some allowance, living under the rules of another person, and playing by their rules.

Finally, the word 'Taken' sent chills down my spine. The other women had more neutral and less possessive terms, leaving me fearful of what being 'Taken' might entail.

With those worries in mind, the only option left was Tracy. Her job meant she had her own money, and living in a larger home meant she was hopefully somewhat well off. The 'Kinky' tag worried me, but certainly not as much as the rest or as much as having to deal with her fiancee.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part Two

"Don't worry love, I managed to track down some available folks that meet at least some of what you asked for" she explains, the sound of her heels clicking growing further away as she speaks. "I'm just going to step out for a smoke, I'll be back in a minute. Just give those a chance love, give a look at those five."

My gaze turns down towards the sheet of paper in my hand, my head banging lightly against the large device still covering me from the temples up. The text on the page is relatively small, a cost-cutting measure to save ink, and the descriptors are rather sparse.

When I had heard there would be five to choose from I had figured there would be more to go off of than this, a few little words designed to give just a brief glimpse into the lives of these people.

"I guess..." I mumble to myself, bringing the page closer to my face so I'd have even the slightest chance to read it. "I guess they don't want to be giving out too much information."

My eyes scan the page taking in what little I had been provided.

Equivalent* Exchange - Part One

"Alright" chirps the gravelly and tired voice behind me, likely a once bright and luscious tone slowly brought down by years of smoking and exhaustion. "Let's start with something easy, how about education"

I listen for a moment, the quiet room filling with the sound of typing at a keyboard. Nothing changes for me however, my gaze still largely filled with the sight of a large flat screen showing what I could only assume was brain activity. Blobs of color ebb and flow on the television, a reflection of what was occurring inside my skull as I sat inside the odd-looking device.

It looked more like one of those old-style salon hairdryers than anything else, a chair with a towering column of plastic in which I was to place my head. The whirring as it started had been distracting to say the least, but as the image had started to come through the device had grown whisper quiet.

The Black Box - Part Three

With my tiredness mounting and my need to know peaked I flick open one of the boxes, watching as the lid flies off and the label tumbles to the floor reading...

Natural

Before I can even think about what I've done I feel an all too familiar static buzz begin to creep in beneath my skull. While for most it would likely feel horrifying and strange to me it was simply a reminder of life since I had the faulty implant installed.

The app plays a short video as the camera zooms closer to the black gift in the screen before hurtling inside, an endless shifting dark tunnel filling the screen as white text slowly begins to fade in.

     Please Find A Safe Location

1 Minute 59 Seconds Until Transference

The Black Box - Part Two

 

I quickly snatch up my phone, looking down to the thing that had seemed to fix my implant as I see the front page of the Black Box - Receiver app. A send large button sits at the center of the screen, a large bubble-like transparent object reading:

"Release Your Wishes"

Behind it, shrouded in shadows I can see what almost looks like balloons, the rounded jostling objects appearing to be trying to fly away while being held in place by the phone screen itself.

As I strain my eyes to read the text within I find it swirling and forming on each of the round colorful objects, as if they were reading and writing the sentences from somewhere.

The Black Box - Part One

Walking around my kitchen, watching the rain pelt down outside the window, I slowly make myself a pot of herbal tea. My phone rests on the nearby counter, a long line slowly filling as my internet chugs to download the large file to my freshly cleaned-out device. The kettle whines, plumes of steam erupting from the dinged red appliance as I quickly race to shut it off.

My head feels a little fuzzy as I hear the squealing of the whistle, a slight side effect of the poorly implemented implant at the base of my skull. The visual snow builds as I shut off the kettle, my vision rapidly returning as the noise subsides.

"Fucking..." I hiss, reaching up to the back of my head and running my hands through my short hair. "Hope this works" I huff, shaking my head, grabbing the kettle and pouring its contents into the teapot and over the various leaves and flowers I had placed within.

It had been months since I had this thing installed, months of subtle buzzing and the occasional headrush as it tested itself and the gray matter it monitored.

"Shouldn't have bothered getting an archive" I grumble, taking my teapot to the sofa to pour myself a cup. "My memory was fine, and now I can't even drink coffee without feeling weird."

Alternate Lives - Part Five

 As I come to the landing I slow down, glancing around to make sure no one will notice me slipping back into my apartment. As I peer down from the stairwell I find my door slightly ajar, the sound of creaking floorboards coming from within. My blood runs cold as I hear the thumping footsteps echo from inside, the thought of just who could be in my apartment sending shivers down my spine.

"Burglar?" I whisper under my breath, creeping closer and closer to the door. It was hard to be subtle in this body, the massive assets doing little to assist in my sneaking.

I couldn't stop a burglar, not looking like this. This body was better built for being gawked at in the street than fighting off a home intruder. Still, I had to know just what was going on in my apartment. If they found the device in my closet, my resting brainless body, then who knows what might happen.

Leaning towards the gap in the door I creak it open just a little bit, shuffling as quietly as I can to get a better view. Peering inside with my pale green eyes I watch in horror as a man paces around my apartment buck naked, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other rubbing his stubble-covered face.

My own stubble-covered face.

Alternate Lives - Part Four

Opening the door I check the coast is clear before slipping out, sneaking down the hall and to the stairs as I begin to make the trek to my favorite little cafe as this mysterious young woman Imogen Hall.

Thankfully, the normally quiet hallway outside is empty as per usual. While my neighbors would come and go, sometimes stopping to chat and gossip, they wouldn't stick around for long. I'm forced to fight back a squeal as I race to the stairs, my overwhelming chest threatening to drag me to the ground as the heaving of the massive mounds of saggy fat become too intense.

I'm forced to slow as I take my first unsteady steps down the stairs, my tiny pudgy hand gripping the railing as I try to watch where exactly I'm standing. The wall of flesh and flab beneath me stymies my efforts however, the heavy sloshing milk bags blocking practically any view of my body beneath me.

"For...fucks sake..." I pant, feeling my body already growing out of breath as I'm forced to carry myself down multiple flights of stairs. "I know Imogen would have been called all sorts of names for these" I mutter, pushing my arms slightly forward as they soon bump into the sides of my overflowing chest.

Alternate Lives - Part Three

With a deep breath I pull myself to my feet, reaching down for the clothing and placing it on my bed. Rolling my neck, longing for maybe one last coffee or maybe so lunch, I decide to change into my new body so I can go out and get some food.

As much as sticking around the apartment to read up on this new life sounded lovely, giving me time to acclimate myself to my new secondary form, the thought of diving into the deep end had some perverse thrill to it.

Looking over at the quick-start guide I snatch it up, wandering over to the machinery in my wardrobe as I look between the two. With no buttons, no clear surface to interact with the device, I'd be lost without some sort of instruction. Opening up the guide I marvel at how simple the whole procedure appears to be, the steps I had to perform being downright minuscule

1. Press firmly against the empty chamber
2. Wait for glass to retract
3. Step into chamber (Remove clothes first)
4. Place mask over face and secure it
5. Count backwards from ten

To reverse procedure simply repeat steps

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