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Trudy realised it was finally time to do something. She'd been through her whole wardrobe, and none of her shirts fitted anymore. She'd tried time and again to commit to a diet, but it wasn't working. She sat, chewing on a left over McDonalds burger, and realised it was time to take the plunge

She'd looked into the swap clinic before, but it was rare for people to want to take on her kind of weight without giving something back, or demanding money she didn't have. Which is why she was on one of the dodgy illegal sites - no returns, what you see if what you get, and the tech they used would lock you out of using official swap clinics in future.

She posted her pics, and was surprised to get a response within the hour. "xxRosexx" had sent her a message, and attached pictures

Trudy loved how in shape the body looked, but wasn't sure about losing all her curves... but to be that thin... she asked if they could talk. She received a videocall, and a shy, cute voice said

"Um, yes, this is Rose."

Trudy was relieved, she just wanted to check she wasn't being cat fished, but seeing her slim arms and adorable face on vid, she was convinced fully

"Hey Rose, this is Trudy, I just... needed to be sure, you know?"

She was met with an adorable giggle in response 

"Yeah I get it, so you ready to swap?" 

Trudy gulped, nodded, and hung up the call. She entered all the details on the site, she took a moment to say goodbye to her tits and ass, even her belly, and prepared for the swap. The idea of going from being so large to so petite was getting her hot and bothered. 

That feeling continued as her vision blurred, and suddenly she was in a different room. She felt so light, but was a bit confused. This girl must have a massive clit cos her arousal was causing a feeling of friction against her shorts. She finally got more orientated, and the feeling got more defined. She realised that wasn't a clit at all

But... but this didn't make any sense. Her crotch was flat in the pictures... wasn't it? And... and the voice. 

"What the fuck" She said, and gasped, clutching at her throat. Not the cute, shy voice she'd heard on video, but a deep bassy male tone. She felt tears forming, looked down at her new phone. The icon for the app that had been used for a video call, and right next to it, "Voice Changer App"

She was struggling to come to terms with her mistake when she received a message

"Thanks for the pussy you dumb bitch", and then notification she'd been blocked

Trudy couldn't believe it, she should've known something was off, but she was so desperate to get out of her old body. She tentatively touched her new member, it seemed so large compared to the rest of her effeminate, slim body.

She tried to ignore it, hope she'd wake up from this nightmare, but as she shifted on her new bed, she felt it grind against her shorts. She knew the best way to get rid of it, she'd had boyfriends before she'd started piling on the weight. 

She cringed as she involuntarily grunted, she hated the feeling of this cock being attached to her, she hated the pleasure her slow clumsy masturbation with unfamiliar hands was giving her. She finally climaxed, not remembering to grab any clean up tools, instead just shooting thick ropes of jizz over her new bed. And then washed over with a new feeling, one men had described but she'd never felt, the post masturbation shame and malaise. 

She was too overwhelmed to do anything, she simply laid down for a while. Eventually she decided to check her new life. The collection of wigs and clothes should've told her the answer, but she did present fully female on social media at least. But it didn't help her. She didn't want to deal with hard ons, or where to put her new cock. She decided to shower and freshen up. She did her best to ignore her crotch, tried to pretend her slim, pale limbs were actually female. 

But when she got out of the shower and tried on new clothes, there was no denying it again. She grabbed the only underwear she could find on short notice, but the feeling of it's light cloth against her crotch sent new, unpleasant arousal rippling through her

Trudy refused to address it. Refused to believe it was real. She crawled into bed, exhausted from the day, and fell asleep.

The next day, she decided to simply go on the illegal site again, to swap out. Someone must want a body like this, she reasoned. To her horror, the site was gone. In it's place, a notification from the authorities

"NON-AUTHORISED SWAPPING ACTIVITY DETECTED

WEBSITE REMOVED AS ALLOWED UNDER SWAPPING ACT OF 2021"

She was stuck.

After the initial shock wore off, she realised she had to deal with it. This was her now. She had to get used to it.

She would try to find new ways of dressing herself up, of ignoring the foreign object in her crotch, with some higher successes than other. For some reason the combination of shame and completely new sensory input was making it... react

She soon realised skirts were completely out for her for now

And settled eventually on holding it back as much as she could with help of fishnets

She was relieved to find she worked from home, and wasn't required to use a webcam or come into the office. She was still struggling to dress herself.

But as the days went on, and the... thing... in between her legs demanded more and more attention, she realised self pleasure wasn't enough. She needed to... put it places... The thought made her flush with shame, and excitement. 

And so now she was doing her best to angle herself, to look as cute as possible, and find someone willing to help her out, hoping that as much as she looked like a bottom, they'd let her top

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Haley was happy. She was cute blonde in her mid-twenties, and everything was going well for her. Solid job, had a good time after college after a rough start with some low self esteem, and was happy with her body.

She noticed a woman staring at her phone, walking absent mindedly, and realised she was about to walk straight into traffic. She ran over and pulled the woman back just as a truck whizzed by the both of them.

Once the stranger had snapped out of her immediate shock, she stared at Haley with relief and gratitude

"I... I can't believe I nearly did that. You're a hero. Oh my god."

"It's not problem" Haley said, trying not to admonish the woman for her lack of care "Are you okay?"

"I'M ALIVE! I'm so much better than okay. Give me your number. I'm going to go home and find just the perfect reward for you"

Haley was shocked by her forwardness, and simply complied. The woman skipped away, and Haley wondered if that'd really just happened. She went back to her errands, and the incident was beginning to slip from her mind by the time she got home.

She changed into a comfortable oversized blue top and pyjama pants when her phone buzzed

"I knew it!" The text message said "I have some connections in the magic world, and I found an old wish of yours that never got granted. So, it's now gonna be granted as your reward"

Haley smirked at the message, the woman was obviously insane. And then she felt a warmth flow over her. Her head felt fuzzy for a moment, and then the heat concentrated into her bosom. She rubbed her chest, a pair of B cups she was comfortable with, and froze when she pressed into far more breast than she expected. As her hands lay on her tits, the heat remained and they began pressing against her hands, growing more and more by the second. She tried to hold them back, but there was no way to hold back her expanding chest

Her top went from loose, to resting against them, to clinging to them, and finally straining to contain an absurdly large pair of tits. Each was bigger than her head.

She cupped them, assuming it must be a dream. She was struggling to breath as her top struggled to contain her massive melons. She struggled out of it, and found another shirt which used to extremely loose on her. This too now barely fit, but at least she could breath

"WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF WISH IS THIS?!" Haley text back to the woman

"The one you wished for? You wished for it a bunch, I thought you'd be happy"

"I'd never wish for this!" Haley responded and sent a picture

"Yes, you would. I quote, "I wish I had boobs. I want big tits, big as my head, and a tight body, I want to show it off to everyone"."

Haley froze as she read the words, and a memory surfaced. Her second year at college, insecure in her body, angry at the girls in her classes with their low cut v-necks showing off masses of cleavage. How much she hated her B cups, how much she wanted the biggest tits in class.

"But that was years ago! I love my body now!" She responded, tears forming

"Oh. Oh no. Well. You look really, really hot? And I can't undo it so..." 

Haley sent back a furious text, but it was undeliverable. "THIS BITCH FUCKING BLOCKED ME?!" She yelled to herself, stomping her feet, and groaning as the action sent her huge boobs bouncing and strained her back and shoulders.

She spent a restless night finding a way to sleep comfortable. On her back, they slipped into her armpits. On her front, they pushed into her ribs and she struggled to breath. On her side, she could feel them rubbing against each other. 

The next day, she realised she'd need a new wardrobe. She ended up going to the mall in the same clothes she wore the night before, it was the only thing that could begin to fit over her humongous chest. The lack of bra was felt every step of the walk, she tried to ignore the stares of onlookers. Tried to ignore the part of her brain that liked it.

She found a clothes store that advertised having sizes big enough to fit her. She picked out basic plain outfits. Baggy and loose.  

However when she tried on the first one, she realised the whole wish was granted. She pulled on a baggy grey top, it sat awkwardly on her tits, but didn't cling anywhere. She watched in awe as the material shifted, changed and shrank. It sucked in her around her waist to outline her tight tummy, and pulled in to her tits as close as possible, the least material possible. 

She would be forced to show off her tight body

She held back tears again in the changing room, paid for her purchases, and walked home. More stares, more bouncing. As more guys ogled her, slack jawed, she wondered why she didn't think to try and find any bras. 

She got home and tried on the rest of her purchases, each one reacting to the wish in some way. Shrinking, clinging, shifting so she'd be showing off her body in a different way.  As she watched what was meant to be a loose white bed shirt unravel from the bottom to show off her midriff, she had to admit she looked kinda good

She shook the thought from her head. Where did that come from?

The next day, she had to get ready for work. She put on what was a professional blue dress, and sighed as material seeped away from the neckline, and a belt appeared to cinch in around her waist.

She made her way to work, she felt like she could fall out of her dress as any point. She tried to ignore how hot that felt. That all the guys could just be seeing her big boobies flopping free. She shivered and shook her head again. What a weird idea. 

She got to work, and her bosses eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

Haley explained the situation, she noticed his stare moving from her eyes, flickering down to her chest. He had to accept it, there was no other explanation for his worker suddenly coming in bursting out of tops that would've been 5 times too big the day before. 

Haley didn't even notice that as she explained, she massaged and subtly bounced her tremendous bosom.

She barely noticed as her work wear got less appropriate each day, how she seemed to encourage the stares from customers, how her speech got more and more flirtacious. 

It culminated a week later, where she said to a guy with his wife "Don't they look so much sweeter than her udders?" and nodded to the wife. She'd immediately apologised, she wasn't sure what had come over her. But the damage was done, and she was fired.

She decided to vent on tiktok, and was surprised when it quickly went viral. She wondered why so many people were interested in her work drama. But soon realised why, when the comments were filled with lecherous, perverted comments about her body. She bit her lip and clenched her thighs. So many dirty, dirty men looking at her hot body. Disgusting, right?

But... maybe being an influencer could pay the bills, she thought. 

Which is why she was in her car, awkwardly miming to songs

She didn't need to do it well, or do much at all. Simply putting on any outfit and looking into the camera was enough to bring in views in droves.

She found herself making more and more vids, ignoring the fact she'd now spend her nights masturbating as the comments poured in, as the views ticked up, as more and more people saw her.

And, obviously, it wasn't because of that, that she finally accepted some of the commenters suggestions and started an onlyfans.

She needed the money, right? 

It wasn't because she needed to show as many people her big, bouncing, beautiful tits as possible? 

"Yeah, it's just the money" She said to herself. She ignored the voice in the back of head. The voice that screamed this wasn't her. That this was the wish. The voice had been getting quieter and quieter anyway. Soon it'd be gone.

She simply leaned forward to the camera, hit record, and said hello to all her subscribers

Taylor Swift was enjoying a short break from touring, she'd spent the day relaxing, and was now ready for a nice dinner with a friend. She was putting on final touches in the bathroom when she felt a shiver run across her body, and suddenly, her life was turned upside down. 

She watched as her svelte figure widened in an instant, her arms becoming thick and jiggly, her dress clinging to a belly she didn't have seconds ago, and her dress completely unprepared to handle her new saggy tits which quickly outgrew and snapped off her bra, then sat on top of the dresses low neckline.

She could simply stare in horror for a while. This must be a dream, a nightmare. She pinched herself, wincing as she felt the extra skin and fat under it. She struggled to get her dress off, but it was clinging tightly to every one of her new curves. 

After a good 10 minutes panicking and hyperventilating, she finally calmed down. There must be a reason for this. Maybe it was an allergic reaction... or... psychosis. It had to make sense somehow. 

She searched her wardrobe, and found a bra left by one of her back up dancers, just big enough to contain and support her new tits that were already straining her back and shoulders. 

She sat down on her bed, exhausted. It was so much harder to carry around this kind of flab. She had to call someone... but who. A witch doctor? A therapist?

As she was trying to gather her thoughts, she froze as the same feeling that she'd felt across her body, now crept across her face. 

"Oh god no" She said, and covered her mouth. Instead of her normal dulcet tones, what came out of was nasally and high pitched. She gulped as she looked at the mirror across from her bed. 

Her face had changed as much as her body. Gone was her elegant bone structure, her beguiling eyes, her perfect face. Now she looked more like any girl working at a supermarket.

As she tried to comprehend what was happening, her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. It said

"Um, I have answers to any questions you have right now" and attached a selfie... OF HER

Taylor immediately dialled the number

"What the fuck is happening!" She yelled down the phone, once again cringing at the sound of her voice

"Yeah, this is kind of my bad." 

Taylor froze as she heard her own voice replying. Or... what used to be her voice a minute or two ago

"I'm Kelsey... well... um... you are, now, I guess" The woman on the other end replied. It was so unsettling to hear her own voice but in the completely wrong cadence, and with such little confidence "So, I found a genie"

"A fucking genie?!" Taylor screeched

"Yeeeah. And he was super nice, and gave me 5 wishes. And I think you're just the hottest. So I wished I had a body like yours. And... the genie twisted it so you had a body like mine. Sorry. And then I wished to have a body like yours before the first wish, and I got it, I look soooo good now. And then I thought, it's weird having my old face, right? So I wished I looked like you as well. And he granted it perfect!" Kelsey rambled, obviously nervous about talking to a celebrity

Taylor sat in stunned silence 

"And then I realised, like, you're probably super confused. So I wished for your number to explain things" Kelsey continued

Taylor was angry she'd been the target of such magical mishap, but let out a calming breath as she remembered that Kelsey had said she'd gotten 5 wishes.

"So, that's 4" Taylor said "So... you can use the final wish to wish me back to normal. I don't mind having a doppelganger out there. I'm flattered you thought I was hot enough to use all those wishes on" Taylor lied. She was so angry, but she needed to keep the girl on side

"Oh..." Kelsey replied "Erm... sorry... I already used that 5th wish."

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah. I was like, if I look like her. Well. I wished that everyone thought I was you, and vice versa. Check your ID"

Taylor scrambled and found her normal purse. She pulled out an ID. It wasn't hers... it couldn't be. "Kelsey Smith. 35 years old" she read to herself. 

"Yeah, so, I'm you now! As far as everyone else is concerned. So I figure you got 2 options" Kelsey continued "Either, you get out of that house, which is legally mine now, and you come live my life. It's not great. I'm single, and I work at a Walmart or..."

Taylor felt tears welling up and managed to choke out "Or what?"

"Or, I'm not used to living in such a fancy big house. So. You become my personal maid. I won't pay you, but you'll get to keep living in your house, but you need to stay in your room if I have anyone over. So, what do you want? 10 hour shifts at the register, or working for a beautiful, rich celebrity like I am?" Kelsey said, a hint of glee and malice. Taylor realised the woman was loving the power she had now. She spent half a second on the decision, it was awful, but it was an easy one to make

"I'll... I'll be your maid" She said as tears rolled down her face

"Great!" Kelsey said with excitement down the phone "Okay, I'm gonna order your uniform to the house, I want you wearing it and working by the time I get there. I'll see you soon!" and hung up

Taylor sat on her bed, she couldn't believe it. Everything she'd worked for down the drain. A strange woman stealing her life. And absolutely no way to fix it. When the shock of the situation wore off, she then had to deal with the shock of her new body. She'd never weighed this much before. She felt like she was moving through mud. Her belly jiggled with each step, her breasts bounced relentlessly. Later, she tried to sleep in the guest room (Kelsey had sent instructions on where she'd be sleeping from now on) and couldn't get comfortable. Every position meant skin rubbing against skin, fat folds caught underneath herself. 

The next day, a delivery man arrived with her "uniform". It must be a joke. But she knew it wasn't. An hour later, a text from Kelsey "Be home soon, hope you're working :)"

She wriggled into the absurd thing she'd been sent, and began working. She'd never done too much cleaning herself. How did maids do it? It was such hard work. She jumped when she heard the front door unlock and, unused to her new centre of gravity, fell over.

She looked up, and finally accepted her reality when her old body was in the doorway

"Wow" Kelsey said "Wow, I really didn't know how fat I looked until I got to be so skinny" and let out a cruel laugh. 

Taylor found herself frozen, admiring her old form, wishing and praying to everything in the universe something would happen and switch them back. But it didn't. She was just a fat, dull looking girl. Lucky to be working for such a massive celebrity

Kelsey seemed to take such glee in pushing Taylor around. She had all the power, and used it to humiliate her at random. Her favourite became sending her to work out. She'd hand over clothes far too tight, with no bra, and tell her to jog around town or she was fired. She went as long as she could, but had to stop regularly, sitting on park benches, sweating and panting, trying to ignore everyone's judgemental stares

Taylor had to do it. She had nowhere else to go. This is the best she could get, living in her old house, watching her old body go out and live a beautiful, exciting life. And, when Kelsey was home from touring, she'd bring home the most beautiful boy toys. Men Taylor would never be able to get in her current body. She'd come in unannounced, show them off, and then dismiss Taylor to her room. Kelsey knew what she was doing. She knew Taylor could hear everything. She knew Taylor would sit there, hearing her old voice squealing in pleasure. She knew Taylor would eventually give into her urges. Imagining she was back in her old life, that she was the one getting pleasured by men now way out of her league. And so it became a regular routine, Kelsey next door getting laid, and Taylor in her room, hiking up her uniform, and thinking about a life she'd never have again

Jodie was excited. 

She was a nobody in college. Plain to look at, no real interests, never excelled in her classes. And every day she took classes with Casey. Tall, blonde, curvy, cheerleader. She hated her. Some blonde bimbo who represented everything she wanted. She got good grades, but Jodie knew she must be blowing the professors, it's the only explanation. She made sure to make disparaging remarks where she could in class, she knew everyone else must hate her too.

But now in an antique shop, she'd found exactly what she needed. She invited Casey to her dorm room, and set the down the artefact. 

"It's a wish off!" Jodie explained to a bemused Casey, looking at a strange, glowing orb "But with special rules. One of us gets 4 wishes, then the other gets 1. And you've only got 30 seconds to make each wish"

Casey continued to examine the orb with a scrunched up face. The stupid bitch must be confused by the idea, Jodie thought to herself, but she knew what would happen. Casey would make a bunch of wishes to make Jodie's body and life worse, and then Jodie could simply use her wish to swap their bodies and lives. It was genius. 

Casey finally let out a slow breath and said "Okay" in her chipper high pitched cheery tone "Who gets the 4 wishes?"

Jodie smiled "You can have the first 4, and I'll have the last"

Casey wrinkled her brow again, and then said

"I wish you were fat, with a big belly and small saggy tits"

Jodie smiled as the wish kicked in. She felt her body flood with warmth, and then groaned as she began packing on the pounds. It focuses mainly on her stomach, going from a slight paunch, to a flabby belly, to full on beer gut. Her arms began chubby, brushing against her side. Her perky B cup tits sagged without much growth, sloping either side of her stomach. Her thighs exploded in size, rubbing against each other, and finally her ass widened and widened. Gaining a near endless jiggle, pitted with cellulite. She was huge, and her  previously very loose clothes barely covered any of her now.

"Wow, it... it actually worked" Casey said, a little surprised "Okay. I wish you had a serious gas problem" 

Jodie grimaced, not in fear or annoyance, but in pain as her protruding gut suddenly churned and tensed. Bizarre noises escaped it as her stomach churned and rumbled. She opened her mouth to respond but simply let out a BURRRRRP as loudly as possible. She covered it shocked, and as she did, her ass clapped together as BRRRRRT a massive, wet fart blew past her ass cheeks. Wow, thought Jodie, Casey's really doing a number on me... and soon herself, she smiled

She fanned herself, the feeling in her stomach and her new weight were making her very warm. 

"Go on" Casey said kindly "Feel free to strip off and get comfortable"

Jodie hated that she was being nice, but didn't mind doing it. She took off her shorts, and rested on her bed, trying to massage her belly into the mattress and relieve some of the pressure. More gas leaked out, leaving her huge ass jiggling with each release.

"Now... I wish you had to consume 3ml of cum every 24 hours, or you'll gain 10lbs" Casey said

"WHAT?!" Jodie yelled involuntarily. She was going to switch their bodies, but was surprised by how inventive and mean Casey was being. But that stupid bitch was digging her own grave, so she quickly stopped herself saying anything else

"C'mon, that's not too bad" Casey said with a smile "That's like one blowjob a day" She took a deep breath, and continued

"And finally... I know why you invited me round Jodie. It's obvious you hate me. Everyone knows, but no one knows why. But I do. It's simply jealously. You think I've got an easy life. But I don't. I work hard to keep looking this good, I worked hard to get into the cheerleader squad. And I work super fucking hard on my studies, which is why I'm top of the class. And I know why you did this little trick, because you didn't know that. You just assumed I'm blowing the professors, and skating by, so you didn't think a dumb blonde like me would figure out your super obvious plan here"

Jodie froze, she'd never actually spoken to Casey for this long before... if she had... maybe she wouldn't have underestimated her this much

"So for my final wish... I wish you'd forget every wish you had planned"

Jodie froze. Her mind was wiped of all potential schemes. As the day had gone on, she'd thought about all her other options, how she'd swap bodies, or ruin Casey's body, or turn herself into a celebrity, or make herself rich. Endless choices, but with that final wish, they were gone. Her mind was blank.

"You've only got 30 seconds remember" Casey said with a smile

Jodie panicked, she'd thought of every possible way of ruining her life, and now completely unable to access those memories, she was stuck. She flicked her eyes desperately around Casey

"5 seconds" She said

"I... I WISH YOU HAD SHORT HAIR" Jodie screamed, and then broke down in tears when she saw the result

Casey looked in the mirror and smiled

"Wow, I actually look super cute, I never would've tried this on my own. Well, this was fun. Enjoy your new body too babes, but remember that 24 hours starts ticking now" and she left.

Jodie spent the next few hours simply crying and farting on her bed.

And then she finally got up the courage to text one of the guys she knew from class. An absolutely desperate virgin. And as much as her new body shocked and disgusted him, the offer a free blowjob was too good to turn down.

Jodie gagged and gassed her way through it, he came within a couple of minutes and she greedily swallowed all of it. She realised this would only work for another 24 hours and asked nervously

"Do... do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

He looked down at her disgusted

"No" He said "I can definitely do way better than you... besides this place smells fucking terrible"

And Jodie found herself in what would become an all too familiar position. Face down, expelling gas, crying into her bedsheets. Just because she was a little jealous