“I…I don’t” I admitted. “I was never like that…”

“Get used to it” she nearly spat at me in disgust. “And you’re still getting bigger”

I let out a sigh and grit my teeth. My stomach did a lurching roll and slipped forward and down as it grew larger. Rolls were forming on my sides and a hole ripped through on the left side of my shirt to match the one on the right.

My ass and hips continued sliding outward, expanding freely. I looked down and saw my claves were huge. Double the size they were; thick and full.

I turned around chasing my own tail as it were. My hands moved about touching all these foreign soft parts on me. I forced myself to stop and compose myself “Don’t panic…calm down” my mind screamed at me while another part of it told me to cry.

I was honestly still in too much shock to cry. I promised myself I’d give whatever it took to get through this. I had to be strong.

I focused on her; Anastasia. Her body was shrinking gradually down, tightening up as it went and changed into my body, the body I had worked on and for my whole life while now realizing that genetics had a big role to play in how I looked too. I had been lucky. I was born with a code that made me into what was considered pretty by consensus in the general population but no more. That notion, that idea had to change for me in conjunction with my body changing.

Annie was holding up her shorts now as she wasted away beneath them. With a smile, she let them drop to the floor. She kicked them my direction “Cover yourself up fatty. Nobody wants to see that” she giggled.

“Oh God…everything is so much smaller. I’m getting so thin…it’s all going to you” she added. She pressed on her hips which I could see were pulling inward, the skin on them pulling taut as the excess fat beneath pressed away into nothing.

Anastasia craned her head and neck back to see her ass “Ah!” she squealed in joy and grabbed it in both hands, squeezing it hard “It’s feels so good and it’s so small and tight! It’s muscular and round and…AH!” She bounced up and down and drummed her feet in joy “God I’ve never had an ass that looks anything like this…stupid fat doughy mass weighing me down…but now…Oh my God this is so amazing!”

I could still see the dimples in the undersides of her cheeks and the dimples and cellulite she still carried on the backs of her thighs but it just made me think about how much of that I was going to get and how much I already had.

Anastasia’s hair was growing. It was longer and it looked thicker and fuller as well as showing lighter streaks beginning to intertwine. “Why would they not put a mirror in here?!” she asked and I couldn’t tell if the slight rage in her voice was real or a joke.

“Note for the future: Put up full length mirrors as well as have hand held mirrors available” she said into one of the cameras along the wall.

Something in my brain told me I was over 200 pounds now. I could see my body still plumping but a thought came into my head and I couldn’t dismiss it “You’re over 200 now”

I felt my chest begin to push out and I shuddered “My boobs are growing” I said.

“Oh really!” Anastasia spun my way “Let’s see those puppies rise!”

She made a grab for the bottom of my shirt and I felt her hand brush against my big belly. It tickled but I also felt the fat give way and press down “I feel so big” I said as I lifted the tank top off myself.

“Avalanche of flab…flabalanche!” Anastasia said “You should tell us how that felt”

“What the insult or the fact that everything on my chest and back just surged forward. It kept moving after I thought it should stop” I said.

“That is the avalanche” Anastasia said succinctly. “You’ll feel it every night when you take your top and bra off. It’s a kind of freedom from prison”

“Oh shit…my boobs are itchy and burning. It feels like a sunburn…kind of prickly” My nipples popped out wider as my areolas darkened and flattened growing from the size of a quarter to a half dollar.

“Oh that’s weird…that sensation…it feels like Play-doh being squished” I said. My chin was straight down and touching my chest as the pert and perkiness of my breasts was squeezed out with weight, flesh and flab. The additional inches on my chest had spread them wider and flatter but going up 2 cup sizes also did nothing for their dimensions. I could slip my hands underneath them and lift them and push them together but without assistance, they simply hung down against my chest.

I ran my fingers on the slick skin of the underside. Sweat had begun to break out there. “They look and feel totally different. Gravity. I could hold them out without a bra before, they just stayed up and out…”

“Not anymore” Anastasia now said shaking her head looking directly at my breasts “Now they look sad”

I lifted up just my right breast. I moved it to the right and scissored it with my middle and ring finger feeling it’s flatness between. “It’s just there” was all I could say about it. I shrugged as I dropped my hand “There’s nothing sexy about it…” I poked at it still looking straight down on them.

I looked further down and noticed other small things changing. Positions and amount of birth marks and a mole that had appeared.

Anastasia took off her top. She looked sexy and seductive as she did it with a slight smile on her lips. Her hips swayed and her developing and emerging curves were evident. A clear swell of hip and an hourglass inward pull of her stomach were in plain sight for me to see.

She still carried a pouch in the front but it would occasionally hiccup and grow smaller with each ripple; like a contraction that smoothed as it went.

“This feels so good” she said as her breasts jerked up. They popped up and backwards, lifting up, shrinking down, and firming.

“Oh!” she let out a bit too loud as they did it again “Oh!” and again. Then they did a more sustained pull up and in, defying gravity as they reversed in size. Her nipples shrank down and her areolas slid inward and lightened to a brighter pink. Goosebumps broke out down the middle of them.

“Natural cleavage! They sit right up like they’re all happy and eager to be out and about” Anastasia aid poking her right boob in the side “God that’s firm!”

She shook her chest back and forth and while the wiggled just a bit, they mostly stayed at attention and snapped back into place. She bounced and grabbed them “WHOA! This has never felt like this before. Before they were all waggy and flying all over the place trying to give me a black eye. Now…right back into place so small and sassy” she laughed.

“They feel more sensitive” she said looking around. I saw her hair was getting lighter. True blonde streaks had made their way through. She reset her feet and ran her hands up the insides of her thighs “Talk about firmer…they don’t even come together as much now and where they do; they feel different. Stronger and firmer. Tight”

She bent down further and her little pooch drooped. It sat like a little round ball as she ran her hand over her calf. She slapped at it and watched it spring back. She lifted her heel up and with her weight on the ball of her right foot saw the defined curve of her lower leg “Goodbye ham hock” she said. “I’ve actually got legs. Real curve to them…I can wear dresses and skirts and short shorts and swimsuits…and God…anything I want to!”

I looked down at my body. Our weight had to be about fully swapped. I could still see a few soft spots on her that were dwindling down; her sides were smooth with only a roll if she leaned far to the side.

I looked down and all I saw was rolls. My belly stretched out to my hips. My sides were non-existent and my saggy breasts hung down. My ass dragged just as low. I could feel its presence with every movement. My legs were soft and large. I ran my hands over the backs and felt the dimples. I ran my hands over the insides and felt the loose skin bounce in my hands.

As the final pounds shifted from her to me, I noticed other changes taking shape. “The weight was first and that shifted other things but now it’s details of everything else” I said.

“What are you talking about?” Anastasia asked.

“Look at your hands” I informed her.

“Oh…nice!” she said as she brought her hands up in time to see her hands shimmer as they shrank down. Her palms got smaller, thinner and the skin softened on the backs just before her fingers slimmed. Her nails thinned and rounded off growing larger and taking up more of the tops of her fingers.

She played out her slender fingers “Oh my…there was a little tickle there, a little electricity like static across my fingers just beneath the skin as they changed.

Anastasia brought them up close “I have different fingerprints now. I have your fingerprints since I have your fingers”

“Yeah…fingerprints and once our teeth change you’ll have my dental records too so…in the eyes of the law you’re me”

“Better learn my new social security number” she replied.

My hands tingled and itched. I scratched at the back of my left hand as my nails thickened but also shrank down. My fingers got thick and inflated. They were always touching each other. My palms thickened and the skin felt rougher on the backs of my hands as well.

I took my left upper arm in a tight grip with my right hand. It was so full “My arms feel huge and while they’re not loose, they just feel heavy”

I could see the white marks made by my strong grip as I dropped my arms to my sides. My hands I realized came outward as they rested on my wide hips. My arms couldn’t even go straight down with my new physique.

Anastasia sucked in her stomach. It was flat but I still saw her constrict her abdominal muscles to test it out. A really satisfied smile spread across her lips reaching her squinty eyes and nearly closing them in her joy. She had my body. Not all the details yet but the specifications were hers now. My weight, my height, my build, my metabolism…all hers.

I heard the door click and open just a crack. A hand reached in and placed something on the floor before it retreated and the door shut tight once again.

Anastasia walked over and laughed “They heard me” she said as she bent down.

I watched how light she looked walking across the room to the door. She was effortless with a sway to her hips and ass and bending down revealed that she had a natural grace to her.

“Mirrors!” she announced holding up two hand held mirrors; one pink and one purple. “And can I just say that God this feels good when I walk! I feel light and airy and have a spring to me that I’ve never had! I have to try to plod around heavy footed like before and bending down has never been easier! Like boom! I’m down and I’m back up and nothing got in my way like a fat stomach or rolls on my sides or my ass weighing down and trying to keep me on the ground! Wow!” She sauntered back and handed me the pink mirror.

Her skin tone seemed to be changing so I looked down and saw my own changing as well. Darker and lighter we went, some spots bright white and other spots showing tan lines.

Anastasia started to laugh uncontrollably as obvious bikini tan lines formed on her skin. Twin triangles over her small breasts and a line around the middle. Her hips tanned while her ass stayed a shade lighter as bikini bottom patterns affixed to her skin. “Nice outfit…” she said “But this formula really knows no bounds”

I fiddled with the mirror in my hands before I put around my back and got a glimpse of my wide ass. “It looks like the fucking moon back there”

“Big and white and bright and full of craters and dimples” Anastasia shot back at me.

I shot her a look.

She turned her own mirror to her own ass “I like the view I’m getting. Damn…could actually be a bit too small and skinny. I might have to pump it up a bit to get a real round booty”

“Yeah…you can already complain about being too skinny?! After giving me a body like this…sorry it wasn’t completely perfect for you” I said sarcastically.

“Calm your tits” Anastasia told me “Calamity your mammaries…in your case, cause those things are a disaster” she added as she swung a hip in my direction in a sassy display of confidence.

I felt that deep seated itch in the bottom of my right foot. I lifted it and tried to scratch the bottom of my foot across my left toenails but then the other foot started to itch as well and I knew what that meant.

I leaned forward, having to lean out and balance more than ever before to see my feet.

“You can use that mirror if you need to get a better angle on them honey” Anastasia said.

“No…I can see just fine” I said.

“Well then you’re doing better than me because I never could in that body” Anastasia said.

“You’re joking…I can see my damn feet!” I shot back.

“Yeah, maybe…just seeing how you’d react. Seeing how comfortable you’re getting at my old size” she said to me raising her eyebrows; eyebrows that looked thicker and fuller than before. “And I might add a size I’ll never be again”

I looked at her angry.

“And this being a size you’ll never be again” she continued.

We had removed all polish and makeup and jewelry before we had started so both sets of our feet were au natural.

My feet seemed to bubble up as they thickened on the tops and on the soles. My heels dug in as they changed and the skin roughened up, obviously due to the heavier load placed on them.

 They spread out next, widening out as they also grew bigger “Everything on me is bigger; even my feet” I said watching them change.

My own feet were very petite “These feel huge too” I said. “It takes and effort to lift them…they’re heavy”

My toes were getting thicker; they looked like little sausages. My nails changed shape and texture much like my fingernails had. I lifted my toes up and tried to spread them apart only to find that I couldn’t. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anastasia’s toes pull apart and spread out and wiggle all as she giggled.

Her feet had shrunk down obviously. They were small and narrow with my perfectly shaped toes and round smooth heels. The nails were still shifting and she was testing how dexterous they were and they spread further apart.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but even my feet are cute” she said “I think some black polish and some open toed heels are in my immediate future”

I shuffled my feet feeling how they felt against the floor.

“I hope you have a bunch of cute clothes…I really want to explore and show off this body” Anastasia admitted.

“I do…I think you’ll find it more than sufficient for your needs. A lot of variety; dress and casual and yes, a lot of shoes” I said reluctantly.

“Do you still have your old cheerleading outfit?” she asked.

“Yes”

“Good” she replied. “I can have some fun with that”

A few small details were still changing on my legs and arms. I could feel a tickle run through here or there, little pinpricks on my skin.

“Oh…what is that?!” I said feeling a shiver run up my spine and an intense feeling of arousal between my legs. It was an unmistakable feeling “Oh my God…” I whispered and closed my legs tight while my hand went and pressed down “It feels like someone is…” I blushed hard and bit my lip.

“Oh…OH!” Anastasia cried out but she spread her knees and bent forward looking down clearly. She shuddered and let out a small moan as her shoulders wracked forward. She stood back up, her lip quivered and her eyes rolled “Oh God…”

Her right hand went down and her left arm clutched up against her small chest “I think I’m going to orgasm…I can feel everything…it feels so good but so weird”

“I’m tingling all over” I said “I feel like I’m being pleasured…my body is on fire…” my knees buckled and I dropped but caught myself “Mmm” my hand came up and I rolled my thumb over my fingers “I’m wet”

“Me too” Anastasia said “I can feel my skin shifting.

I grabbed my mirror and when she saw me do it, she picked up her own.

“Ah!” I screamed a bit watching my vulva slide. I worked two fingers in and spread the outer lips. My clit puffed and sent another wave through me as my pubic area lifted out and up.

As the initial waves passed a secondary feeling shifted to my abdomen and I pressed down.

Anastasia had also been exploring but then our eyes locked. I nodded and then so did she. I knew and so did she that something truly fundamental had just swapped between us.

“I think we just swapped like, our wombs and eggs and all that” I said.

“I think so too. I don’t know why but I just feel different there”

“So I’m carrying your DNA…your ability to reproduce” I said.

“Yes…and I’m carrying yours” Anastasia replied.

“So I’m really you now” I said.

“I think so” she added “We’re fundamentally the other now”

“Fuck” I said.

She smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

“You look so little to me” I told her “My whole perspective has changed already”

“Yeah…mine too” she looked me up and down “Did I really look like that?”

“Yeah, like 5 minutes ago and for the first 26 years of your life you looked like this” I reminded her. “And I looked like…”

“Me” she cut me off. “You used to look like me”

“You’re not me yet entirely” I reminded her “You still have your face…your cheeks are slimmer and your hair’s been growing out”

She spun and grabbed the mirror again and brought it up to her face while fluffing out her longer hair.

“Kind of strange seeing your face on my body” I said.

“Likewise” she agreed.

I brought my mirror up and closed my eyes as I did. I didn’t have much left of myself and I was reluctant to watch the remaining changes occur “Might as well watch my face blow up” I said to her laughter.

“This is amazing. My own face changing…God this is so crazy” Anastasia said moving her face back and forth for different angles in the mirror. She looked over at my face “Your cheeks are already bigger”

“I know that” I replied.

I couldn’t deny it. My neck was thicker, my chin weaker and yes, my cheeks had puffed up but I thought they were still getting rounder.

Anastasia’s cheeks were slimming down. Cheekbones were now visible and getting prominent and it was changing the whole look of her face taking it from round and chubby to more angular and bringing out her features.

We both had blue eyes but mine were a bit darker than hers. She did have a pretty sky blue color to her eyes, it was that they crinkled up so much, it was hard to see them in full. Whereas mine were big and round and full.

We stood by each other so we could see each other’s faces as well as the images on our own mirrors “I’m getting a double chin” I said “My face is getting so round” Deeper creases ran down past my nose and mouth as my cheeks got even bigger.

“My chin has never been so defined” Anastasia said as her chin came down to more of a point “And I’m getting dimples! The kind I actually want! Not the ones on my ass!” she laughed as her cheeks maintained a high roundness but a sleeker lower part.

Anastasia’s lips began to fill out and shift. The plumped and popped, especially her upper lip as it changed into mine. Her lips gently parted and she took in a deep breath. “My teeth!” she exclaimed as she pulled her fuller lips back “Agh…” she made a strangled gurgling noise as her teeth shifted inside her mouth and on full view for her. They straightened and whitened as they turned into mine.

I watched in my own mirror as my lips both thinned and widened out as my mouth grew larger. “My mouth!” I shouted. I bared my teeth as they shifted “They weren’t horrible but they weren’t as nice as before “That felt really weird. It felt like when I was little and I had a loose tooth and could move it all around. It’s just that all my teeth felt like that all at once”

I stuck my tongue out and even it looked different. Thicker and shorter. I examined my teeth. My two front ones didn’t line up exactly at the bottom, the one on the left was slightly longer and the canine on the right side stuck out some.

“My teeth are perfect” Anastasia said.

“The braces worked” I told her. “Oh…” I added seeing the space between my upper lip and nose was widening as my nose shrank up shorter on my face. I had a long straight and narrow bridge to my nose but now, that bridge was really short and wider and my nose was round and sat higher.

I crinkled up my nose and ran the first two fingers of my right hand over it, smooshing it down some before I snorted out through it.

“Oh…that tickles!” Anastasia said as her nostrils flared and her nose began to lengthen. “It itches” she scratched and I even saw her thumb go up her right nostril as the bridge of her nose narrowed and lengthened and the end of her nose came in straighter and closer “Oh…oh that looks very nice” she posed a bit turning right and then left and pulling her lips down “Damn”

I rolled my eyes.

The eyes were what really changed our looks. Mine being so big and hers being so small and narrow.

Her eyebrows had already thickened earlier. They were already mine. They were much more expressive but now mine began to change into her and it really made me look more like her. I ran a finger over them as they thinned and faded in color. A few flaws and blemishes popped out along with a mole at the bottom right corner of my mouth.

My eyelashes thinned and shrank down and I looked over to see Anastasia trying to open her eyes as wide as possible “We’re almost there” she said taking in her face. “My eyes feel dry and I’m trying to watch as they get big”

She even went so far as to put a finger above her left eye and pull back. I saw the smile start as the color of her eye darkened. I could see them begin to widen out.

Her sockets spread and the skin shifted back to accommodate her growing eyes. The lashes popped out longer and more prominent and she began to blink “It feels like I’ve got something in my eyes” With each blink, they grew and changed “Oh…it’s gone” she said. Then her jaw dropped.

“God my eyes are gorgeous” she said batting them and putting on a flirty smile “I’m gorgeous!”

Her forehead shifted wider and her hairline shifted. Her blemishes vanished.

My eyes began to squint. I tried to hold them open wider but the skin and sockets were pressing down and making that impossible. My bone structure wasn’t what it used to be. My eyes lightened in shade and I too began to blink rapidly “Yeah…they get really dry” I said blinking and watching it like a strobe light in the mirror as they shrank down into Anastasia’s small eyes.

As my forehead shrank down, a few more blemishes appeared. My ears got hot. I had tried to ignore my hair as it changed but now I flicked it back to see my ears growing longer. A single piercing hole sat at the bottom now instead of my multiple ones and the ones at the top had closed up as well.

My hair was limp and short and a basic plain brown. It felt thin and I swooped it over and off my forehead taking the natural part that had formed.

My mane of hair was now residing on her. Her hair was thick and full. Her part had shifted and she was piling her blonde highlighted hair up on top of her head.

Anastasia began to laugh. She took a cursory glance at her ears and noticed the extra holes in the smaller lobes, but it seemed a minor final detail to her. “I just got paid 10 million dollars to look like this…that was the rip off of the century…I would have paid that much for this”

She looked at me, I detected a touch of pity in her eyes but more than that, I saw revenge and a smugness there “I hope it was worth it to you”

“I had to do this…I needed the money” I confessed. “This saved my brother’s life. The money saved him so it was worth it”

She looked away for a moment as I swallowed hard. It was done. We had just swapped bodies and lives.

“Well that’s noble of you. I thank you too for volunteering. I love how I look. This is amazing that I look like this now and you look like that. Never in a million years did I think this would actually work like this. This well”

She squeezed her small pert breasts as the door opened behind us. I turned to see Dr. Jacobson stride in “Perfect! It worked perfectly! The results are amazing” he walked up to me and touched my upper arm while looking closely as my chin and the side of my face.

“Thanks!” Hollie said “I think it worked great!” she had a wide smile on her face and a bounce to her showing her exuberance.

“And how are you feeling Annie?” Dr. Jacobson said turning to me and looking me in the eye.

“Fat” I replied.

“Oh No…No…you are gorgeous and worthwhile and so much! You help so many people in your therapy work…I realize that this may be different for you. There’s still shock running through you that this is even possible but we want you to relax and unwind now. We’ll examine you again and let you get something to eat or drink. We’ll talk and get you two all set up and all this will start to settle”

Two nurses walked in and walked up to both of us. The one in front of me took me by the arm and began to lead me away. I shuffled and wanted to say something but instead, I let her lead me out and into a room across the hall.

“So Anastasia: Are you feeling dizzy?”

“No”

“Nauseous?”

“No”

“Any lingering headaches or sharp pains?”

“No”

“And numbness especially in your fingers or toes or joints?”

“No”

“Let’s get your vitals then…if you would please step on the scale”

I stepped up and saw the gray box slightly higher than me jump over 200 immediately, then tick up even higher until it stopped at 236.1

“Very good now step over against the wall; feet together, chin up…Good 64 and a half inches”

5’4 and ½ I realized was my new height.

She checked my blood pressure, which was higher than my old number but registering the same as earlier as well as my heartrate and temperature.

“Go ahead and get dressed and then come on out once you’re ready” the nurse told me as she stepped out and pulled the door closed behind her. A bag sat on the chair and I opened it finding my clothes.

I sighed taking out the large panties and 44D bra but I stepped into them. There was no mirror in this room so I had nothing to dwell on besides my own feelings.

A pair of size 18 denim shorts waited for me along with a simple white cotton top, size 2XL. I sighed as I put them on, my thunder thighs on display for the world. A pair of brown sandals waited for me in the bottom of the bag. I dropped them on the floor and slipped my wide feet into them.

My toes lined up perfectly with the worn down spots in the sandals. My workouts now would be yoga and basic treadmill and biking. Maybe I could lose at least a few pounds; for my health if nothing else.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. The nurse smiled and motioned for me to follow her.

Walking into the room and seeing her was a bit of a shock.

Hollie sat with her petite legs cross at the knee. Her right foot dangling off the floor in its black lace up sandal. She wore my tight and short black shorts, my white tank top and the red and white button up over top.

She smiled upon seeing me enter and she must have loved my reaction: I know I looked down at the ground and rolled my shoulders forward hanging my head.

I recovered quickly though and took my seat next to her. I couldn’t cross my legs like that anymore so I crossed my ankles and felt how much more of the chair I took up.

Dr. Jacobson entered with his trademark smile and exuberance. He asked a million questions of us, always calling us by our names. Each time, it reinforced the idea more. As I talked I realized my vocabulary was expanding; my way of thinking and looking at what had happened was emerging and evolving.

Hollie’s responses were diminishing even though I know she didn’t recognize it. Her responses were simplistic while mine were becoming much more nuanced. Anastasia’s advanced education had transferred to me. Meanwhile, she was now reduced to a High School graduate who had a C average.

I started to sense a bit of frustration when she did realize that she could no longer access knowledge that should be hers. A stammer or foot bounce as she searched for the correct word and tried to make herself sound more intelligent than she was.

We exchanged information politely for several hours. Log ins, passwords, diagrams, maps, pictures and names shared; everything we could think of and a place in each other’s phones for questions that would come up. We exchanged purses, all proper identification and access to all other means. We exchanged keys and security codes as we took on the other’s home and car and in my case, a black Labrador named Max. Her apartment didn’t allow pets.

Hollie rushed out signing off on all the waivers for the office while I took my time. I turned to Dr. Jacobson “If you’re interested in testing the effects of someone swapping a second time; just know that I’d be interested”

He gave me a knowing wink.