George Isolde etc Ch VII
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I wanted to post this story quite awhile ago, but have had no luck
finding an editor. Please forgive any grammatical errors. The only
advantage of this was it gave me time to add more detail to the story.
Especially the ending, by adding Rosco.
Kiss Your Old Life Goodbye
Tammy's story
When I used to look in the mirror, I used to be so happy. Just before I
started eighth grade my figure developed, into some shapely womanly
curves. I had to borrow my Mom's top and bra for the first day of
school, as I was spilling out of my training bra, and none of the shirts
I had gotten 2 weeks ago would fit. Overnight I had gone from a girl to
a goddess.
I walked into class proudly showing my new figure, to green eyed girls,
built like ironing boards. I swear even the teacher was checking me out.
Sure a couple of the dewbs made rude comments during lunch, but all the
jocks finally noticed me, as I jiggled my butt, going to my table. Team
captain Brad Thomas, begged me to go out with him Friday night, while he
checked out the new me.
We went for pizza and the latest "Star Wars" movie. Half way through he
put his arm around me. A few minutes later, his hand started moving a
bit lower. I debated what to do as Brad touched the side of my boob. It
felt so dangerous,,,,,,,,,,,but good as the hand inched towards my
nipple. I felt my beaver get warm, and moist. I hoped I wouldn't stain
my dress, as he kissed me, with tongue. I had heard about kissing like
that as camp, at the time it seemed disgusting, but in the moment I was
more alive then I had ever been. I wished the moment would never end. I
stared to pull his hand down to my crotch. Unfortunately a flashlight
beamed in our faces, as an usher told us to stop, or leave. I thought I
would die of embarrassment, as we slinked out.
I found Brad was bragging about what happened on our date. I thought it
would be the end of my love life. To my relief 3 different boys asked me
out before the week was out. I settled on Tom who promised to take me
out to Applebee's after the movie on Friday night, and Jerry Stone was
taking me to his brothers beer party on the beach on Saturday. Hey you
got to get the best deal you can get, right?
More boys fell under my spell, as my figure improved. By 15 I was a
cheerleader, with a full D cup. The other girls hated me as I would
steal their boyfriends, then dump them when someone was willing to spend
more on me. I'd even steal another girl's squeeze just for kicks. If a
guy wanted to take me out, it was a lot more then just pizza and a
movie. Candy, flowers, booze, doobees, jewelery, life was good. If they
spent enough on me, I was more then willing to put out. Little did they
know I was so horny, I'd do a guy for a tic tac, but hey,you got to get
the best deal you can, right?
It all came crashing down in December when I had missed my period, and
felt sick every morning. Mom took me to the Dr. The news wasn't good, I
couldn't tell her who the father was, as it could have been almost
anyone on the football team, or the vice principal. My bitch of a
Mother, tried to keep me from dating. It sucks crawling out the bathroom
window when you're five months pregnant. By the time I started to show,
my life was down the shitter. At first the girls teased me for getting
fat. I got kicked off the cheer leading squad. By the end of the school
year, everyone knew the ugly truth. Narly red marks appeared on my
belly, and my tits doubled in size. It was miserable for me in the
summer heat, no friends, no dates, and my Mom calling me a slut every
day. The best I could do was get a six pack for a blow job, from the old
guy across the street. I just wanted it to be over. In August I gave
birth to an 11 lb. 12 oz. baby boy.
Mom decided I should stay home from school and take care of the baby.
None of the boys in school wanted to date me now that I was a Mother. My
breasts were now a G cup, but my days in a bikini were over, thanks to
all those stretchmarks. Mom tried to make me wear loose baggy
sweatshirts, but I would hide low cut tops under my shirt, and escape to
the mall. Mom hardly every watched her grandson, expecting me to do it.
I got to the point I was sneaking out at night, finding guys to buy me
drinks. Even though I was only 16, I never got carded. After all a woman
with figure couldn't be underage. It took Mom 3 weeks before she came
down hard on my ass. Seems she found out, I was giving out blow-job to
her boss's husband. I told her it wasn't my fault, after all ya gotta
get the best deal you can. Men were willing to give anything, to be with
me. I was hot, while I told her, she was a dried up old 45 year old
cunt. The bitch slapped me in the face, and told me I was grounded till
Thanksgiving.
The next night when I slipped out, after stealing her credit card and
the rent money, and headed to L.A. I left her to raise the brat, while I
started my way to the easy life. My tits would get me everything I
wanted. I didn't realize that once I stopped breast feeding my son, my
breasts would deflate. My perky Gs were now saggy DDs. In a bra I looked
great, naked I was a mess. I looked like a stretch marked monster out of
national Geographic, after my boobs deflated. I ran out of money in 2
weeks and had to live in a homeless shelter. I turned a few tricks,
caught the crabs, but the worst was getting pregnant again.
The free clinic I went to told me I should give the child up for
adoption. I didn't need another parasite suckin' on my tit, but it was
too late to get an abortion. I thought things were as bad as could be,
as I waddled, out of the clinic, 6 months pregnant. Then I saw her, she
was in her 50's, tall, thin, well dressed, with a cruel angular face,
framed by graying hair. Her steel eyes looked though me, as she asked in
a cold voice, "Your not planning on keeping that baby are you?"
"How can you say that to a soon to be mother?"
"Could you be talked into giving it up for say.........$10,000? Tax free
of course."
I told her she could have the brat for $15,000. We finally agreed on
$11,500. Hey you got to get the best deal you can, right?
Her name was Connie Screwu. This was the beginning, of a long and
profitable partnership. She arranged adoptions for people that needed to
avoid red tape. Being pregnant is no joy, but my long messy periods, and
working were two things I couldn't stand. I gave birth to twins getting
me a $12,000 bonus. Over the years I found out about fertility drugs,
allowing me 7 sets of twins and 4 sets of triplets. Making me her top
earner.
I'd hang out at the bars, let some dipshit buy me dinner and a few
drinks, and make sure he didn't wear a condom. If the stud did insist on
wearing one, I'd give him one of my pin pricked specails. 9 months later
another sack of cash. Add that to the money I got turning tricks, and I
was on easy street. Connie's secretary Jenn set me up in an apartment,
and enough money to keep up my standard of living. After 15 years I had
to go to darker and crummier bars. each kid added a couple more pounds.
By 25, I had to wax my upper lip . I needed a girdle and long line bra
to give me anything close to a desirable figure. By 35, few guys were
willing to pay for my services anymore. But with an extra horny cunt I
took what I could. I learned to take off as little as possible. If my
donor would see my flabby belly or saggy, uneven breasts, I might not
get laid. Seems having 21 kids takes a toll on a gal's body.
After I had given birth to my last set of twins at 47, I took a good
long look at my body in the mirror after a scumbag waitress had offered
me a senor discount. Where was that beautiful 15 year old? Menopause was
around the corner, I might have only two or 3 more pregnancies, then
what? I hadn't saved anything. I had no marketable skills. Working or
going back to school was out of the question. Tanning, smoking and
drinking had aged me prematurely. I had to dye my gray hair, my butt was
covered in cellulite, worst of all after all those kids my belly sagged
over my stretched out pussy. Three of my teeth were missing the others
yellow from cigarette smoke. And those were just the problems the mirror
showed, I had bunions and back pain, hemorrhoids, and all the dieting in
the world couldn't get me under 240 lbs, before I'd yoyo back up to 280.
My life was in the shitter.
My first son looked me up when he was 25, but the cheap little prick,
only wanted a relationship. He wouldn't give me any money to help me
out. After all he cost me my perky boobs, my smooth firm belly, and
tight pussy. He just wanted to know about me and his Father. I wasn't
interested in all that touchy feely stuff, so I kicked the ungrateful
bastard out, after lifting his wallet.
It was then I realized, Connie was not the type to have a pension plan.
For the first time in my life I knew something had to change. I had to
make a big score and leave this life behind.
It took almost 3 months to get pregnant again.I was now having to buy
the guys drinks. Most told me I was too fat or old to fuck. One guy just
about ran away, when he saw the size of my pussy. I finally got pregnant
with triplets. Unfortunately from all my encounters I also got herpes.
Connie told me she need healthy white babies, and mine would not do. It
seems that the DNA tests showed the father was part black, and that cut
the value down by more then half. She just wasn't interested in them. My
bank account was at an all time low. I was desperate, and started to
cry.
That night I got a call from Jenn, about a client that might want my
children, if I was interested. The next day Jenn drove me to the estate
of Eve O'Distruction.
It was a large gloomy house. I would stay at until the children were
born and weened. Eve looked to be at least 90, short fat, white straggly
hair, lines all over her face, her remaining teeth were yellow, cloudy
gray eyes, and a crooked nose. She looked like someone undertakers would
follow. Her voice was old and gravely as she claimed to me, she needed
my children to rejuvenate herself. She was the body of the seventh
daughter of the seventh daughter of Merlin. I laughed, at the kook and
started to walk out, when she pointed her finger at me. a strange pain
came from my uterus. My belly expanded ripping my shirt. "I have brought
you into your 8th month, now do you believe my powers?"
I shook while she told me, "I need to renew my body, I will take the
youth of the babies. As each die of old age I shall receive a dozen
years for each life. In return I will give you this..........." As she
held a large sparkling blue jewel.
"What good is a stupid bobble?" I asked. As I went to take it from her
hand.
"STOP FOOL! This is the Jewel of Fubar. It has the power to allow its
owner to trade bodies with anyone you touch. It must only be held by one
person at a time, until one finds the person they want to exchange
bodies with. When you have used it, the stone will come back to me."
"Then why don't you use it to get a younger body? I asked.
"Most of my magic is stored in this body, with it go most of my magic.
That is why when Merlin's granddaughter used it on me 800 years ago she
got my youth, but I got her powers. She underestamated the jewel's
powers."
After she gave Jenn $10,000, Eve explained how the stone worked. I
agreed to the deal. After all you got to get the best deal you can,
right? She then pointed her finger at me again, the pain came back, as
my belly grew. Within the hour I was in labor.
A MONTH LATER
"Tonight's the night," I thought as I put my bra and girdle on for the
last time. This time I would do everything right. No more periods, no
shave my legs and arm pits, no waxing, no pregnancies, no back pains, no
diets, no more uncomfortable bra straps digging into my shoulders. I was
going to steal the body of a man. They have life soooo easy. I would
never need to go through all the hell of hot flashes. Screw 'um and
leave 'um.
I had seen the guy I wanted to be, a black man named Sam Iam. Tall,
muscular, handsome, with a rich head of hair hair , rich deep voice, and
soulful eyes, in his mid twenties, I was sure he had to have a huge
dick. After all you got to get the best deal you can, right? He was the
manager of a restaurant I regularly attended. He was kind, and polite. I
was amazed to watch how much he could eat and not gain a pound. Everyone
seemed to love and respect him. Always a kind word, down to earth, a
regular good Samaritan. And that would be his downfall.
I went to the restaurant and ordered the clams. Halfway through the meal
I pretended to get sick. He of course insisted on bring me home in his
BMW, on his way to deposit the resturant's reciets for the night. That
was better then I could have hoped for. He helped me into my apartment.
I asked him to bring some paper towels while I went to the bathroom to
puke. When he left me alone I pulled the jewel and a belt out from
behind some towels. I then took the belt and wrapped it tightly around
my legs, to slow Sam down once I made the swap.When he came back I
touched him with the blue stone. The jewel turned blood red and we both
fell to the floor.
It felt like I was removing the worlds largest stickiest band aid, as my
soul was getting ripped out of my body.
"What's happening to me?" Sam cried out.
"I'm stealing your body, in 2 minutes your soul, will be trapped in my
fat old body forever."
"Please you can't! You don't understand! Please don't do it." he begged
"Sorry Sam, but you just got the worst deal of your life," I laughed.
In a flash of red light and a loud bang, it was all over. The stone
disappeared. It was disoreanting being a full foot taller, and running
with a cock between my legs. I quickly ran out of the bathroom and
locked the door. I heard my voice on the other side of the door, begging
me to switch us back. I felt a bit shaky and drained as I stumbled out
my front door, while Sam pounded on the bathroom door struggling to get
out. I got in his car and drove it to a chop shop. Tomorrow I would be
in Mexico living the good life, young and attractive again. I had gotten
the best deal of my life.
SAM'S STORY
My head was spinning as I tried to get up. I ended up falling down
hitting my head on the toilet. A strange voice was coming out of me as I
begged, to change back. She had tied my ankles together, and I was in 6
inch high heels, making it imposable to stand up. I tried to undo my
bindings, but her nails were so long, making my small white hands were
next to useless. I broke a nail down to the quick, the pain was intense.
I begged her to change us back, as I heard here laughing as she slammed
the front door, leaving me trapped and on my own. I had to get out, but
how. I couldn't get the belt off as I crawled across the room. I
searched for some means to get out. I ripped out everything from the
closet. When I opened her medicine cabinet, I found a small scissors and
hacked off the other 9 nails.
I untied myself, and pulled off the shoes, but I couldn't get past the
locked bathroom door .I tried breaking down the door, but it wouldn't
budge. I sat down on the toilet to try to collect my thoughts.
Everything felt strange and out of balance. Everything seemed way too
tall, and confining as my hips kept crashing into things. I felt like I
had two large sugar bags tied to my chest and ropes digging down on my
shoulders. No wonder my back hurt so much. My belly and rear felt hot
and sweaty, from the girdle, I was now wearing. I put my hand to my
crotch, finding that my underwear contained a string and large sore lips
instead of my manhood. I felt robbed, more emotional then I ever felt in
my life, sobbing into my small withered hands. What was to become of me?
I had a good cry and looked at my hands, seeing they were covered in
mascara, make up, and nails just hacked off. I worked up the energy to
get up and look in the mirror. I nearly fell when my large rear end
knocked over a towel rack, from the shock. I saw blood dripping from
above my eye, the beginnings of a turkey neck, wrinkles exposed from the
wet makeup. My eyes looked like a demented clown, from the running
mascara. I took a washcloth and washed off all the blood and makeup. I
had seen this woman in my restaurant before, but as I looked at my new
body close up, I shuttered as I gave myself the once over. A fat middle
aged redhead, that needed a major breast reduction, and a membership at
Jenny Craig, stared back at me from the mirror. I had to clear my head
and get out of the bathroom. I tried ramming the door again without
luck, After my 5th attempt, I noticed the hinges were on my side of the
door. I managed to pull the hinge pins, and the door fell off. Now what,
I couldn't call the police, I'd get locked up in a nut house. If I went
home what would my wife do? My friends would think it was some doofus
pulling a joke. I laid down on her bed to try to think. I prayed that I
would wake up in bed next to my wife, that this was only a nightmare.
The sun was shinning in the window and I still had no idea what to do.
There was a red stain on my skirt coming from my vagina, that had soaked
all the way to the bed. I could feel the urge to pee, but couldn't bring
myself into going back into that bathroom. I tried to hold it off as
long as I could, but I didn't realize that women use different muscles
then men, and I wet myself. My sense of smell was stronger. Finally I
got to the point I couldn't stand the odor of blood and pee. I would
have to take a shower. I reentered the bathroom and took off my dress.
Gawd the woman hadn't even bothered to shave her arm pits. I pulled down
my girdle and panties. My belly completely covered my pussy, covered in
stretchmarks with a big outie belly button. I lifted my belly up to get
a better look. I had never seen a pussy that hairy before. The string
from the tampon was covered in blood. My hand shook as I pulled the
saturated tampon out, a large clot of blood fell on my feet. My thighs
were covered in cellulite and blood, jiggling as I walked. Finally I
tried to unhook the tight bra, but I could only get about half the hooks
off. The only way to get it off was over my head. As it released my
breasts, I felt them slap across my belly. The huge dark brown nipples
pointed down to my feet. Love pillow was tattoed on the right breast and
fun bags on the left. The left one was 2 inches lower then the right
one, covered in valleys of stretchmarks and several stray hairs. Deep
groves were in my shoulders from years of bra straps holding up the
biggest udders I had ever seen. I looked at the bra it easily has a
dozen hooks on it. 48 H cup my God, I was a cow. As my breasts swayed
too and fro, I slipped to the floor, not able to maintain my balance. I
crawled into the shower and pulled myself back up. As I cleaned every
inch of my new body, my stomach rumbled. I was a hideous cow, my life
was over. I puked, wondering, how could I live like this the rest of my
life? I debated if I should just slit my wrists and get it over with,
but people that commit suiside never get into heaven.
I got out dried myself, thinking of what to do next. My mind tryng to
make sense of my future, as I felt more blood running down my thigh. I
cleaned it off, then wegded a washcloth between my legs to catch any
more dropings. I searched the bathroom for a kotex, but all I could find
was a half empty box of tampons. I had no idea how to put one in, and I
realy didn't want to put my fingers in that slimy pussy. I grabbed a few
more washclothes and headed to the bedroom looking for something to
wear.
Most of her clothes were to tight and or fit only for a slut. The last
thing I wanted to do was draw attention to my cow sized udders. I might
be able to go without the girdle but the bra was a must. I spent 10
minutes fitting myself into the bra, tring to figure out how to clasp
all those tiny hooks. The straps dug into my shoulderers, and my breasts
were tring to pop out, but at least I wasn't swaying all over the place.
I place a fresh washcloth in a pair of panties, it was uncomfortamble,
but would stop the flow of blood. I had a little trouble finding a pair
of pants, infact a lot of them were too big, it was finding a modest top
that was most of the trouble. I finnaly found a baggy lime green
swearshirt that made me look a fatter, but at least it wasn't
slutty.There was no way I was wearing a pair of her her heals, she
didn't own any flats, so I settled on a worn pair of brown sandles,
showing my painted toenails. I did my best to fix my hair, but there was
no way I was putting on makeup.
I had no money, no car, no life. But I had to let my wife know what
happened. It was only fair. She needed to know. Even if I could get her
to believe me, why would she stay with me? Would she take my children?
So many questions filled my head as I walked the 2 miles to my house. It
took more then 6 blocks before I was able to counterbalance all the
jiggles of this new body, as I aproached home. The underware was
uncomfortable, as my bra strap dug deeper into my shoulders, but at
least everything was sort of staying in place. The pain in my back, and
shoulders was worse, even though I had taken some Advil. I just felt
bloated from cramps. I felt like I had a swamp for underware. Now I
understood why my wife got so cranky, every month. I felt dizzy and
light headed. I had to stop and rest 3 or 4 times, from my tired feet. I
felt people staring at the ugly fat cow, yet with every store I passed I
craved a snack. The hunger was driving me crazy. I tried to hold back
the tears. This body was totally out of shape. It would take years of
diet and excerise to live a normal life, normal who was I kidding.
I wondered If I was doing the right thing as I knocked on my door. What
to say? Should I leave? Even if she excepted this, what would I do?
I must have stood there 2 or 3 minutes, before I had the curage to
knock. The dog barked at the sound, time froze, it seemed like 10
minutes before my wife opened the door. I've never seen anything as
beautiful as my wife's face when she steped outside the door.
"Mary Iam?" I asked.
"Yes what can I do for you?"
"It's about your husband Sam"
"Have you found him,is he alright?"
"Sam has been through a rather unusually experience.........He wants you
to know he loves you, but he doesn't want you to see him."
"Tell me where he is, I have to know."
"He's been robbed, the theif took everything. I dout he will ever be the
same."
"That's horrible, where is he."
"I don't think you want to see him right now, it would be too shocking."
"Is he hurt? Have the police caught the robber?"
I could see I was only making Mary more upset, I tried to rethink how to
tell her what happened. The more upset she got the louder our dog Rosco
barked.
"His body was stolen."
She was cring now, "SSSomeone took his orgains?"
"No the theif took everything. You are going to have trouble believing
me, somehow my body was stolen. Don't ask me how. You see I am Sam."
She squinted at me, "What kind of a stupid joke is that!"
"Mary, honest it's me Sam, I'm trapped it here."
"That's the most cockamammy story I've ever heard! Go away you fat
cracker, I'm not playing along with you, GET OFF MY PROPERTY!"
As she screamed our boxer started running toward the screen door.
"Please listen, I can answer any question that only your husband would
know, like you lost your big toe in a water skiing accident in the
Bahamas on our honeymoon."
As she asked, "How did you know that? What do you really want?" Rosco
jumped through the glass of the screen door. The glass exploded, as the
dog ran towards me. Rosco was normaly a sweet dog, but he was very
protective of my wife and children.
I saw all his teeth as he lept at me, at the top of my voice I yelled,
"Down Rosco its me Daddy!"
The dog was still in flight, knocking me down. I tried to cover my face,
as the dog stood on my chest. Then to my amazement he started licking
me. Mary's jaw dropped, as the large dog kept licking me. "What's going
on? I'm suprised you don't need stiches. Who are you? Really?
"I told you, I'm Sam. We have been married 4 years, and we met at Hersey
Park," as I struggled to my feet.
"That dog should have torn you to pieces, how can this be?
"Somehow Rosco must know it's me in here."
If you are Sam what were we going to name our youngest son if he would
have been a girl?"
"Kate after your grandmother."
She looked puzzeled and asked, "What did you have for breakfest
yesterday?"
"I hate to admit this but Capt'n Crunch with crunchberries."
She just stared at me, trying to pull her thoughts togeather. This shit
could never happens in the real world, could it? Then I saw her face
soften. With that Mary threw her arms around me and hugged me sobbing,
as I told her what had happened.
"And now this is your body, and you don't know how to change back?"
"I begged the woman not to take my body but she wouldn't listen to me. I
have no idea where to find her."
"So you will never have your old body back?"
"No I'm stuck as a woman, in this body."
"And the ALS?"
"I have no symptoms of it in this body, no shakes, no feeling tired.
That poor women she is now stuck with Lou Gehrig's disease no one
deserves that fate."
"I don't care. It sounds like she got what she deserved. Now you will
live to see our children grow up and be married. And I won't lose you,
my love."
She took my hand and lead me inside.
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