I imagine this one won't be for everyone 😅 I'll try to make a more sensible one tomorrow.

1,100 Units of Breast and Buttock - $1,000,000

3,000 Units of Fertility - $2,000,000

Financial Security in an Volatile Market - Priceless.

As the markets closed on one of the most intensive trading days in history, John allowed himself a moment of relief. Yes, he'd taken a risk, liquidating all of his corporate stocks to convert into bodily Assets - it had been a seller's market and he'd paid over the odds for everything he could get - but he was certain they'd be paying twice what he was worth tomorrow.

Workmen were called to clear to market floor of the day traders, levering their asset-bloated bodies from the chairs. The poorer traders, with barely a few million to rub together, could still stand upright. But the wealthier balls of masculine muscle or quivering breastflesh were being rolled down the street by teams. The press had lined up to capture their farcical departure, photographing them as they were wedged one by one into Rolls Royces.

John almost regretted the excellent deal he'd made on a bulk order of Sensitivity, his toes curling in pleasure as the rough hands of the workmen sank into his gooey flesh. He moaned and jiggled towards the trailer.

A thumb slipped too low, brushing perilously close to his brand-new, juicy womanhood.

“Hey! Watch your damn hands, idiot!” he barked. “You so much as sneeze on me the wrong way and I could get pregnant! Do you know how much Fertility I’m holding?”

"A lot?" the workman smirked sarcastically at the sack of ovaries and attitude.

"More than your house is worth, that's for sure."

"Well the bank foreclosed on my house, so that's probably true. Can't believe I'm getting hassled by a talking tit," the worker muttered under his breath. With no great urgency, he rolled the trader through a puddle.

"Laugh it up. When the markets reopen tomorrow, I'll be worth my weight in gold," the trader retorted.

A couple of the workmen gave low, appreciative whistles.

“Assuming they don’t cancel the tariffs,” he added.

Huffing and wheezing, the workmen heaved him into the trailer. His breasts and ass sloshed and flowed to fill it.

“Bit crowded in here today,” one of the workers said. “You’re gonna have to double up.”

The trader's eyes widened as a hairy male spheroid was rolled up the ramp towards him. "Wait, no, I'm extremely ferteuaughhh!" John groaned, as the dense ball of muscle rolled over him, his supple flesh conforming around it.