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"Seriously? A swing? Do I really want to swing on a swing right now?!" Jason thought sadly as he walked, feeling every step exaggerated by the way his heavy chest bounced and his round, jiggling ass swayed with each movement. It was bizarre, impossible, but undeniable—this was his body now.

"Ugh... shit, okay... I can't resist. This is what I need right now," he muttered, quickly heading toward the swings, the weight of his new curves pulling him into an unfamiliar rhythm.

Settling into the seat, Jasmina—yes, that was her name now—felt the odd comfort of the swing's motion, but the sensation of her large breasts swaying and her hips shifting with every push was too strange and uncomfortable. It was strange, embarrassing and seemed alien. How could she—who was once Jason, a powerful CEO who always solved such difficult problems—now feel calm just from swinging on a swing like some little girl?

She really did calm down while swinging on a swing in the back-and- forthcoming motion, but the constant reminder of her new form was too much. The tight jeans clung to her, exaggerating every movement, every jiggle of her hips and ass, every sway of her breasts. It was impossible to ignore

"Jasmina!" The child's her voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned quickly, her chest swaying heavily with the motion, her ass jiggling as she pivoted in the swing. There stood the child she was supposed to be watching, looking at her with innocent curiosity.

Her heart sank - this was the boy she was supposed to babysit. And how did she know that?! But this was her life now. No longer Jason, the CEO. She was Jasmina, a babysitter, with a body that embarrassed and confused her at every turn. But there was no going back.

She stood up, brushing off her jeans, trying to ignore the awkwardness of her swaying hips and bouncing chest. "Let's go," she said softly, giving him her hand.