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Chan: Overload
by Rae Lincoln
It is recommended that "Chan" is read first.
Its work complete, Chan had again been consigned to the antique market.
Here on a stall which included all sorts of bric-a-brac, it could be mistaken
for a piece of granite. Here it would wait until a new owner took it home.
How long would that be?
Margaret liked going to antique fairs, car boot sales, second hand furniture
shops. She had found a few bargains in her time, and made a bit of spare
cash on the way. She was moving from stall to stall at the antique market
looking for that eluding bargain. She moved to the stall where Chan was
situated. After looking at, and turning over a few pieces of pottery, she
noticed Chan.
"What on earth is that?" She thought. She picked it up and turned it over.
The faded inscription said "Chan". "Chan? - what on earth did that mean?"
The stone was well worn and smooth to the touch, warm to the touch,
pleasing to the touch. Just like others before her, she had to have the
stone. "How much?" she asked the stall holder. After some bargaining,
she settled for $40, placed it in her bag and went on to the next stall.
Later she moved to the beer tent for some refreshment. Sipping her gin
and tonic, she took Chan from her bag and looked at it. Just at that
moment she noticed someone enter the tent. Someone who had made a
grand entrance. Someone who immediately had a throng of people around
her. She had an amazing pair of breasts. They were firm and big, and
looked as if they were all real and were not supported. She thought of
how she would look with breasts like those, and immediately found she
could hardly breathe. Her small breasts were now huge, but still contained
in her 34B bra. It hurt. She thought of her own breasts, which
immediately returned, and the pain was gone.
At first she thought that she was having hallucinations. But at the time she
had been thinking of the other woman, Chan had buzzed ever so slightly.
Was this a secret that was hidden in the stone? Could she swap parts of
her body with others? If that was so, she could get the jugs she had
always longed for. She hated her small breasts, but not enough to have
surgery. It was worth another try, but she had to get her bra off first. She
quickly reached behind her and undid the clasp. Then she pulled the right
strap off her right shoulder down to her elbow, where she pulled her hand
through, and quickly tucked the strap back into the arm of her blouse. Her
breasts now hung quite limp. She pulled the strap down on her left
shoulder and quickly pulled the bra through the left sleeve of her blouse.
She had removed her bra without taking any other clothes off, and no-one
had realised what she was now doing.
She got up slowly and walked to the door of the tent. She held Chan in
her shaking fingers. Just before she left the tent, she thought of those big
breasts again, and Chan buzzed. She walked out quickly and mingled with
the crowds outside. She heard a scream from within the tent, a high
pitched shriek. She knew why, but - oh what the heck! Why shouldn't
someone else have to put up with what she had been born with.
Margaret got to her car quickly, and drove home. Her breath was panting
quickly as she ran up the steps to her flat. Inside she ripped off her blouse
and looked in the mirror. She had large DD breasts, firm, perky and with
huge nipples and aureoles. She played with the nipples. Held her breasts.
"This is magnificent" she thought. "Now with some careful planning, I
can get the figure I have always wanted. Now how do I go about getting
the other bits?"
She planned throughout the evening. She first tried looking at a magazine
picture, but nothing happened. So Chan wouldn't work that way. It
obviously had to be a person, not a picture. She wondered if there were a
distance limitation, so she thought about her sister's long hair. Her sister
lived some hundred miles away. Again nothing happened. So the person
had to be closer. She needed to experiment to see what distance and if
there were other limitations.
That would keep until the morning. She got her largest nightie, and
struggled to get it on. The price of those jugs would be a new wardrobe,
because few of her present clothes would fit. She slept fitfully, her
imagination running wild and her dreams getting ever more bizarre. She
woke early, perspiring freely.
She decided a shower might help, but rubbing the soap across her new
breasts made her feel so horny that it was all she could do to stop herself
masturbating in the shower. She found a blouse that was loose and put it
on. It was comfortable, and boy what it did to her figure, once she had
added a straight skirt.
She decided to go to the shops to get some new bras - whilst the breasts
did not need them, she felt that she would be more comfortable in herself
wearing one. She went to the local departmental store. She also bought
several blouses, sweaters, and a couple of new dresses.
It was whilst looking around the dresses that she noticed a woman come
out from the changing room in a pair of tight white trousers. There was
the firmest shapeliest set of buttocks she had ever seen, with broader hips
than Margaret had. She wanted those. Out of her bag came Chan, and she
thought of those hips, those buttocks. "Oh hell, not again!" She hadn't
thought it through just like yesterday. This time the skirt wouldn't contain
the new shape and split the back seam. She ran to the ladies wash room,
which was just a few yards away, and headed for the cubicle. Taking off
the split skirt, she put on one of the new dresses. Wow what a figure.
With the 38DD top, her own 24 waist and now a very decent 36 (she
guessed) she had the figure others would kill for.
Ignoring the fuss in the changing rooms, where the other woman had
fainted, she left the department and headed for the central mall. She had
always wanted better hair, fairer hair, longer hair. She decided that she
should do this in stages, so no-one else would get a shock. She saw a girl
with a style similar to her own but longer. Chan buzzed. She then saw a
woman with similar length hair, but fairer. Chan buzzed. The she saw a
head of curls, which was again longer. Chan buzzed again. During the
next half hour she changed at least eight or nine times, ending up with a
head of long blonde wavy hair. She looked in a shop window. She felt
great.
So what next? She had always wanted long elegant fingers. There was the
nail salon down the far end of the mall. She watched one of the assistants
affixing long acrylic nails to an executive type in a business suit and high
heeled shoes. Once fixed, they were shaped, buffed, and then painted in a
bright red. Margaret wanted those nails. She followed the woman when
she left the salon, and watched her go to the car park, where she got into
her Mercedes sports car. As she drove off, she took Chan from her bag,
and thought about those nails on those long slender fingers. Nothing
happened. She had already got too far away for Chan to be able to work.
Another try. This time the nails were a candy pink, but that didn't matter.
Margaret didn't wait so long, and this time there was the now familiar
buzz, and she had long fingernails. She didn't give a thought to the
woman driving her car who nearly had an accident when she saw her
fingers change to short stubby ones with almost bitten nails.
It might be thought that Margaret was being very selfish. The thought
crossed her mind, but she looked upon the situation as giving her, her just
deserts. She now had a new deck of cards and she was going to use all the
cards.
She decided enough was enough for one day and turned for home. There
she undressed and had another good look at her new shape. She could not
believe her good fortune, breasts, hips, buttocks, hair, hands. What
would Graham say when they dated that evening. She put on a house slip
and made herself lunch. During the afternoon, she would get herself
ready. They were going out to dinner at a local restaurant that evening.
Shower first, but this time she could not stop herself. After playing with
her breasts, running her hands around her butt, she started to play with
her clitoris. Coupled with her heavily charged thoughts at the pleasure of
having such a shape, she quickly came to orgasm. She dried herself off,
and laid on the bed, where she quickly fell asleep, the dreams becoming
ever more weird.
When she awoke, she realised that Graham would have to be changed as
well. He was an intelligent computer analyst, but dressed like a bit of a
nerd. He had no real figure to speak off, no rippling muscles, no
expansive chest, going slightly bald, and with a small dong at that. She
marvelled at what she could do. But then how could she change him? The
changes had only affected her.
The answer came after much challenging thinking. She would have to
think about Graham's body part, and she would get that, and he hers.
Then she would think of someone else's better body part and exchange
that. Then she would change with Graham again, and end up with her
own bits, whilst Graham and the other person would have exchanged their
bits. Perfect! It would just take a lot of planning. It would also have to be
done quickly and at a time when neither man would realise immediately
that they had women's parts.
With the solution within her grasp, she realised that time had passed and
Graham would be calling for her within the hour. She dressed in one of
the new dresses she had bought, which showed off her shape a little, but
not dramatically so. That could wait until another day. It would be enough
that Graham would see her new hair and nails, and just a hint of the new
figure.
When Graham arrived, he could not believe the new Margaret. He could
not take his eyes off her. During the meal at the restaurant, his eyes were
darting from her hair to her hands to her figure. But he did not say
anything. Margaret was thinking all the while how she could get rid of that
bald patch. Towards the end of the evening Graham had gone to the desk
to pay the bill. Here was her chance.
She saw a man about to leave who had similar colour hair to Graham, and
similar length but no bald patch. He was going to get the car whilst his
wife had gone to the ladies room. As he got outside, she decided to try.
Chan was taken from her bag, and she thought of that man's hair, then
she though of Graham, then she thought of her own hair, very quickly,
one after the other. Each time Chan buzzed. Now she had her own hair
back, whilst Graham now had no bald patch. She decided not to say
anything, but to wait to see if he noticed, and also to plan her next move.
She wanted Graham to be more of a hunk, with better tackle. Then she
would let him make love to her.
So the evening ended. Graham took her back home, and she went to bed.
Her dreams were getting wilder and wilder. She could not realise that she
was causing problems to Chan. The dreams were Chan's way of trying to
let her know that there might soon be a problem.
Chan had been designed to allow two people to swap body parts with each
other, and if they liked the results, to swap over entire bodies
permanently. This was easily recorded, and each body part was either
with the original owner or the partner. Chan was not designed to cope
with the late twentieth century and certainly not with multiple changes.
Many changes had certainly occurred that day.
She awoke in a great sweat. She hadn't slept at all well. But the message
was not getting through to her. She continued to plan her great design for
Graham. After a shower and breakfast, she took stock. She wanted to get
him a better physique, a firm little butt, a better piece of equipment. So
where could she go to find these and how was she going to do the swap?
The best place would be the local gymnasium. So she dressed down and
drove downtown. She waited in her car and watched as the many shapes
entered. There were some with muscles everywhere - probably
weightlifters she guessed. There were some that had great legs, possibly
athletes. What she couldn't ascertain in this way, were the important
dimensions. She had to get inside. But she wasn't going to get inside as
she was. A plan was again forming.
She went home and called Graham. "Could he get the afternoon off?"
With an affirmative answer, she invited him to her flat. She then planned
the cocktail of alcohol and sleeping tablets.
Later after he had arrived, she started becoming playful, beginning to
undress for him. She poured him a glass, then another. It was not long
before he was fast asleep. She grabbed Chan and thought of Graham's
entire body. Chan started to buzz, but the change did not start
immediately. When two complete bodies were swapped, it was time to
exchange consciousness, but this was not possible, because one of those
bodies was a mixture of other parts. Like a computer program that
discovers a program error, Chan could not complete its task. At least it
could not complete it properly. So the two bodies were exchanged
reluctantly.
Margaret looked down at Graham, now with her shape, the large breasts,
blonde hair, shapely butt and long fingernails, and then at herself, now in
Graham's puny body. She had never realised how small his parts were.
Quickly dressing in his clothes, she got in her car and drove to town.
There she quickly purchased a large track suit, which she put on. She then
drove to the gym. Entering, she made enquiries about joining, and asked
to see the various pieces of equipment. She was shown round the entire
premises.
On the way round she noted the bodies with the chest and arms she
wanted, the bum, the legs, and when she went into the changing rooms,
the tackle. He was just going into the shower so here was a great
opportunity. She put her hand in her pocket and held Chan and thought of
that wonderfully sized appendage. Buzz and it was hers. It felt heavy. She
left the changing rooms before the owner realised his loss. Walking
through the equipment rooms, she thought of the bottom she had seen
earlier. It was now hers. The same with the legs, and finally the chest and
arms. Just as well it was a large track suit. She left the gym and went
home.
There she held Chan and thought of the body laying on the bed before her,
still asleep. There was again a strange buzz. Chan was on overload. It
couldn't cope with all the changes, it lad lost track of whose part was
whose and where they came from. Changes started happening at speed,
Margaret watched in bewilderment as the large breasts became part of her
manly muscular frame. Then Graham's chest took on her old shape, but
not her breasts. On his chest were her buttocks, whilst his bum sported
two large nipples. On his chest formed a large penis, whilst her feet had
become hands with long fingernails. Graham's head became bald and her
hair reverted to her original style.
Chan was trying to correct the errors, buzzing all the while. Margaret's
bottom returned to her original shape, and her feet were again feet. She
still had massive shoulders with those DD breasts still in place. Her arms
and hands were again her own, whilst Graham now had long slender
hands with long fingernails. His body was reshaping and he now had his
old shape, but with her vagina still there. He looked just like Graham, but
with one difference.
Margaret however looked like a circus act. She had her old hair, hands,
legs, and bum. But she had a huge weightlifter's chest with those massive
breasts sticking out in front and a huge erection at least twelve inches
long. She desperately held Chan tight, rubbed it all the more. She wished
she had never seen the stone, wished she could be the way she was,
wished that Graham could be the way he was. This was so unfair.
"Please!", "Please!".
Chan had done all it could. It had lost track of what should be where. It
had lost track of some of the original body parts. Like a computer program
that has just come across a major programming error, it was desperately
trying to correct matters. It had done its best to restore what should be
where. Most of the innocent bystanders now had their original parts back.
Where the structures were lost, Chan had duplicated others, hence the
strange appearance of Graham and Margaret.
She rubbed Chan once more, thinking hard about her vagina which was
now on Graham's body. Chan, thinking that everything was now in order
went into mode two. The buzz was higher, changing consciousness.
Margaret fainted.
It was some hours later that they both awoke. To them their appearance
now seemed perfectly normal. Margaret kissed Graham, who became
moist just at the appearance of her. She became erect once again, and
before she knew what was happening, she was making love to Graham,
thrusting inside him deeper, and deeper. Graham was enjoying every
minute, every inch. Satisfied they relaxed and separated.
Margaret and Graham had yet to find out what problems would await them
with their new appearances, when they again met with old friends and
colleagues.
Chan now became quiescent. The tasks had been completed. It would
now await a new owner, when everything would be reset and it could do
someone's bidding once again.
Copyright Rae Lincoln.
The subject of the story - Chan - is not to be used by anyone else without
permission.
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