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Ninety-Six Percent By Miriam Grey A warning first: This is not a sweet and sentimental story although it does have a happy ending. Mind-transference: It sounds like science fiction, right? I thought the same thing up until a few years ago when the first experiments were done on rats. It made a couple of articles in the science press and everybody thought it was an interesting curio. When they did it with monkeys it made the newspapers and that was when the the public started to think about the consequences of human mind-swaps. For the first time ever the government actually paid attention and, with a little work, by the time the first human trials had taken place there was a rigid set of laws in place that kept the whole thing under control. Of course, it wasn't like you could just point a ray-gun at some poor schmuck and steal their body. It turned out the equipment required was about the same size as a pair of MRI machines glued together which, unsurprisingly, was very close to the truth. And, as it turned out, you couldn't just swap any two people, they had to be a close match. Now I'm not talking about a close physical match, although that is a good part of it, I'm talking about a mental match. You know that mental image you have of yourself? Well, yours needs to have a greater than eighty-five percent overlap with the other guy's to allow a swap otherwise it just doesn't stick, the computers can't match up the code in your head with the code in the other guy's or something like that. And why would you swap bodies with someone who was pretty much the same as yourself? Once the limitations were worked out then everyone calmed down and the technology carried on being developed. Nobody worried that their wife might come home one day with their neighbour's personality and the police stopped worrying about mind-swapped cashiers emptying the vaults in the bank. So after a brief flurry of interest the technology became no more than a curiosity; enormously expensive to run and extremely difficult to find test subjects for. A few universities kept their studies on primates active but that was about it. Until last year... Some enterprising grad student had been reading about transgender issues and asked the question: What if the mental image you have of yourself doesn't match your physical body? And if you don't match your own body, what if there's someone out there who does? After that it was just a case of getting licensing and funding before the first trials could be carried out: And it worked. All you had to do was get a referral from your doctor and see a psychologist who would then refer you to a specialist who would pass you to someone who knew the lead analyst at The Institute. Once you were in you got to go and get your head scanned and your vital statistics put on file, then you just had to wait for a suitable donor to turn up. For some people it was just like magic, they went in wearing the wrong body and came out with the right one. Or at least one that was about eighty-five percent right. Still, that was better than 100% wrong. And that's how I had ended up lying on the cold plastic bench as I was drawn into the machine. It had been less dramatic than I expected, the clicking and banging noises as sections of the machine realigned themselves out of my line of sight were a little disconcerting. The view wasn't exactly spectacular though, I was just told to stare at the centre of a black cross set into the off-white plastic of the machine. I was about to ask if they were planning to start when there was a jolt through the bench and I was ejected from the machine. "Was there a problem?" The technician behind the tinted glass of the control booth didn't even bother to look up at me as she spoke into the microphone. "No problem, you're done. Head back along the corridor to collect your things and speak to the receptionist on the way out. We'll contact you if we get a donor." I have to admit I was a little disappointed, I had expected a little more drama but this had been closer to a dental check-up than a life- changing decision. I hesitated, trying to hold the paper gown closed behind me. "Can I see what you did? I mean, the measurements... ?" "It's just a screen of numbers Mr Johnson. Head back along the corridor to collect your things and then speak to the receptionist on the way out. We'll be in touch." I stood for a moment, thinking of something else to say, then closed my mouth and walked out of the door, heading back to the changing room. I shrugged off the gown, crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the waste bin. My clothes were where I had dumped them and as I reached out to take my shirt I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. I sighed, staring at myself; this was the body I'd grown up in and it had never felt comfortable. I was tall, broad and, well, masculine. Big hands, big feet and a square jaw. Before the swapping technology had come around I was resigned to living the rest of my life like this. I could have gone for hormones and surgery but with my frame I'd never fool anyone, let alone myself. I smiled a little at the thought of myself wearing a dress with this body. It would be ridiculous, I couldn't look less feminine if I grew a beard and smoked a pipe. Now I had a chance though. As long as there was some girl out there with the same problem as me it was going to turn out okay for both of us. I wondered who she was; if she was anything like me then she'd probably be a little shy, kind of geeky. As I dressed I imagined my new body and I kept coming back to thoughts of slim, pale redheads. Willowy with almost a boyish figure. I laughed when I realised that willowy was exactly the right word. I'd been thinking of Willow or, more accurately the actress who played her in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, I could see myself in a body like that, I just hoped that my Willow was out there and dreaming of a body like mine. I made my way to the reception desk and hung back a little until the receptionist noticed me. She looked up and fixed me with a well- practiced smile. "Mr Johnson?" I nodded and she reached for a package. "This is all the legal stuff, you need to get a lawyer to check that for you then mail it back to us with a signature, okay?" "Uh, okay. Thanks..." I hesitated. "You have my contact details if, you know, if a match turns up, right?" I could feel myself blushing as I spoke to her. I wondered what she was thinking: Did she think I wanted to be her? I found myself considering the possibility, she was definitely younger than me. Quite a bit younger. Maybe she was outside the five-year error bars? If we were more than five years adrift in age then I wouldn't legally be swapping with her no matter how closely our profiles matched. "We have all your details on file, remember that if you move house or change your mobile service provider you need to get in contact with us. If we can't contact you it may delay your procedure." She must have said that part a hundred times already judging by her expressionless delivery. I smiled back at her, taking the offered package. "Thanks, I'll let you know if anything changes. See you soon, I hope!" She nodded, her smile looking a little more natural this time. "I hope so too Mr Johnson, good luck!" I hummed to myself as I drove back to my apartment, it felt good to be in motion. I'd been treading water for so long that I'd forgotten what it was like to be able to plan for the future. I was very close to having a future now and I wondered if I would get married, maybe even have kids? I worried at my lip thinking about that, I'd never found men attractive before but maybe that just meant I wasn't gay. Is gayness a part of your body or a part of your mind? It could make your head hurt thinking about the implications of it all. Back in my rented apartment I collapsed onto the couch. I'd really done it, I was going to be a girl! I took out the package the receptionist had handed me and tore it open. There were legal contracts, a couple of scientific papers for further reading and a badly photocopied FAQ. I skimmed through them all, putting the contracts to one side and making a mental note to find a lawyer who specialised in this sort of thing if there even were any. The scientific papers were mostly nonsense to me but they had pretty graphs and they certainly sounded like they knew what they were talking about. The FAQ was interesting though, there were a few things in there that gave me pause for thought: The first one was something I hadn't considered, the clinic offered a service whereby they would hold your assets in escrow for the first six months while the follow-up tests confirmed the transfer had taken. It made sense, I guess. If they had to do an emergency reversal then there was a possibility that one of the patients could vanish with the assets of the other. They also recommended having a valuation done on my physical assets and negotiating a swap with the other party. I didn't see a problem with that, what was I going to do with wardrobes full of male clothing and all the other paraphernalia of my male life? No, better to hand the lot over to the new me and immerse myself in her life. The last part of the FAQ was quite odd. It turns out I wasn't going to be allowed to see my new body until I was in it. Apparently if I met my new self then it made the swap more likely to fail. My brain would see the new body as being 'someone else' because it had already met it. It wasn't a major factor but the literature said it could affect the matching process by up to three percent and it was a risk they weren't willing to take with such a novel therapy. This was it then, I had a way out, I had a plan and over the following two months I started to put it all into action. I got in contact with the lawyer and signed off on the contracts, one for me, one for the clinic. I put together enough money to pay the rent on my apartment for six months, I made an inventory of everything I owned, I even wrote a short autobiography so that the new 'me' could cope in case she met anyone I used to know. Most importantly, I started working out and eating healthily, I didn't want the new 'me' to think they'd been ripped off after all. It was after a long run one morning, about six months after the initial consultation, that I got back to find an plain brown envelope waiting for me on the mat. My hands started to shake a little when I saw the clinic's postmark in the corner and I took it into the kitchen where I sat at the little breakfast table staring at the envelope as I turned it over and over in my hands. Taking a knife I slit the envelope along one edge and took out the single printed sheet within. "You will be pleased to learn that our testing regime has calculated a potential partner for your forthcoming procedure. Current calculations show a transference rating of around 96%. As you are no doubt aware this figure shows an exceptional degree of overlap and we would recommend that you arrange an appointment to speak to your clinician as soon as you are able." Ninety-six percent... That was high. Really high. This girl must be as close to being the female me as it's possible to get. So I did what I had to do, I called the clinic and made my appointment to speak with the shrink the following day. He seemed very positive about it all; my potential donor had agreed to the procedure and was already in contact with the clinic's legal department to get her funds put into escrow. She was in the same situation as me, a rented apartment and a lifetime's worth of belongings for a body that didn't belong to her so we could go for the full procedure. In one month's time I would walk into the clinic as a male and walk out again into my new life completely female. It was a long month in some ways, the waiting was almost painful. On the other hand, I was so busy tying up the loose ends of my old life that it was over almost before I realised. On the day of my appointment I was up early, I showered and shaved carefully, I didn't want them to have to deal with stubble rash on their first day as a man! Then I changed the bedsheets and smiled to myself as I took a letter addressed to the new me and left it on the bedside table... Propped up against a box of condoms. Maybe she'd get more use out of them than I ever had. I took the small overnight bag I'd packed a month ago and walked out of my apartment for possibly the last time. Locking the door I took the keys, checked that they were all labelled correctly and dropped them into the bag. My taxi was waiting for me and it wasn't long before I was walking through the doors of the clinic again, giving the receptionist a shy smile as she pointed me down the corridor to the waiting room. After that there were a few more forms to fill in, and a brief physical. The doctor checked my stats against the ones they took when I first signed up. "Good! You've lost weight and you've been exercising by the look of your readings. The new you is going to be a lucky girl." I laughed at that. "It's me who's going to be the lucky girl, doc." He looked over his spectacles at me and smiled. "Of course, of course..." "I know I'm not allowed to see her before the procedure but will I get to meet her afterwards? I'd kind of like to thank her..." The doctor shook his head, shuffling his notes methodically "Oh no, no... Out of the question for the first six months. Contact with your old body can cause the procedure to break down. Something to do with reflections and pattern recognition. Your mind would latch onto your old image and prevent the transfer stabilising and then I'm afraid we'd have to swap you back. It's just not worth the risk I'm afraid." I thought for a moment and then nodded "Well I guess that makes sense. What about after the six months is finished?" He looked at me, pursing his lips as he considered my question. "Well, in theory, yes... But we find that after the first few months in a new body most patients are looking forward and planning their new lives. They don't really want to be reminded of who they used to be." "Oh, I guess I hadn't thought about it like that. But still, after the six months do you think I could...?" I trailed off, looking at him hopefully. "The initial contact will of course have to go through ourselves but I see no reason why not. Providing your other half accepts of course. And you understand that you signed a contract restricting you from contacting your previous body for the initial six months of the transference?" "Yes, yes... Oh God, I wouldn't want to jeopardise anything. I've waited too long for something like this to come along to risk it all for something as trivial as that." I could feel myself blushing as I looked at the doctor, I hoped I hadn't said anything that might make them delay the process. He stared at me for half a second then simply nodded. "Good! You're all checked out, if you lie on the table there I'll administer the first of the sedatives. We want your brain to be running as slowly as possible so we can catch it and put it in a jar!" I laughed nervously as I lay on the table, the thin paper sheet crinkled beneath me. There was a slight sting in my arm and I began to feel light headed. I remember the feeling of elation as everything in the room went very bright and blurry before I slipped into darkness... Coming round after a general anaesthetic is never easy, I'm told. Well imagine coming around from a general in a completely different body. I was lying on my back, my head ached and my skin felt odd, like the last remnants of pins and needles. I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again, the room was far too bright and I couldn't tell which way was up. My stomach lurched and I reached out to grab the sides of the hospital bed. I tried to breathe slowly, deliberately but it felt, somehow, stifling. I couldn't get enough air into my lungs... And then I remembered why I was in the hospital bed, why I felt so strange, why my lungs felt like they'd shrunk. I held my breath, my eyes still tightly shut, and then I whispered, "Hello... Did it work?" I didn't need an answer from anyone to know that it had. My voice was high, clear and unmistakably... female. I swallowed hard and concentrated on the feelings which were queueing up to demand my brain's attention. I wiggled my toes and then mentally counted my fingers and thumbs, they were all present and correct which was a relief. I concentrated on my breathing and felt the weight of my breasts on my chest, warm and soft, shifting with each intake of breath. Slowly, gently, I squeezed my thighs together to make sure this wasn't all a dream. The feeling was completely new to me, there was nothing between my legs except my new sex. I smiled and then found myself giggling; I had done it, I was finally a real girl. I opened my eyes once more, slowly at first as the room changed from a bright blur and began to take on more definition. I blinked, trying to focus on the strip light above my hospital bed. "You're awake then? Welcome to your new life, Miss Liston... Aah, I believe you may need these." It was a woman's voice and I felt something pressed into my hand. "You're a little short-sighted I'm afraid, these are your glasses." I held them out in front of me with both hands, trying to unfold them and put them on. The first attempt made me realise how much hair I had now and I found myself brushing it clear of my ears before the glasses would go on. I blinked again, trying to focus through the lenses. They seemed pretty thick but I had never worn glasses, maybe they all felt like this? The light slowly swam into view and I felt my new lips curl into a smile. "Is that better honey?" The smiling face of the nurse came into view above me "Hi there, I'm Wendy, I'm the charge nurse round here. And you, you're Peggy, Peggy Liston." "Peggy." I said it out loud in Peggy's voice. In my voice. It felt right somehow "Pleased to meet you Wendy." I laughed as I reached out to shake her hand but felt the laughter die in my throat. Now that everything was in focus I could see the arm I held up in front of me; my skin was so pale, it was almost white but that wasn't the thing that had caught my attention. The rest of the room seemed to fade around me as I stared at my arm: My big, fat arm. I could feel my mouth opening and closing silently as I turned my hand back and forth in front of my face. It was plainly a woman's hand; small, delicate fingers extending from my soft, plump hand. My arm was so swollen it looked like I had a rubber band around my wrist where the soft flesh bulged and wobbled. I was so stunned that it took me a moment to register my long rounded fingernails which were... They were black. My fingernails were a deep glossy black. I raised my left hand out of sheer astonishment and held both hands out in front of me. Pale, delicate mirrors of each other. Slowly I moved them together until they touched and my brain registered the sensations; touch, warmth, softness. They were mine, this wasn't an illusion. I turned my head to face the nurse and her smiling face brought me back to focus again. I blinked and asked her "What happened, did I have a reaction to something? Am I allergic?" A look of confusion briefly clouded her face before the friendly smile reasserted itself "No honey, everything went well. The doctor said you two were one of the easiest procedures he's performed." "But look at me!" I dug my elbows into the bed to lever myself upright. My head pounded with the effort and nurse Wendy held my arm to steady me while black spots swam in my eyes. I could feel her fingers sinking into the jiggling flesh of my upper arm as my new body shifted in the bed, confusing sensations swamped my brain as bits of me wobbled and brushed against each other. Breathing heavily, more from panic than exertion, I bit my lip and gazed down, taking in the full horror of my new body. I had tits, not small perky breasts but fat, heavy tits with big nipples. And they sagged, the weight of them pulled at my chest and I felt tears fill my eyes as I saw that they were supported not by a bra but by my own belly. It bulged in front of me, split into two thick rolls of fat which rested warmly against my thighs. As I turned to face nurse Wendy my tits shifted and slipped to either side of my belly, tugging at my chest. I gaped at her, trying to form the words "What... how... I... ?" She patted my shoulder soothingly "Don't worry sweetie, it's always a shock the first time in your new body. I'll leave you to adjust for a while then we'll get you dressed and you can see the doctor for a quick check-up, is that okay?" I nodded, convinced that this was some kind of nightmare. Possibly I was still on the operating table and this was an artefact of the transition process. And yet I knew it wasn't. Nurse Wendy turned and walked out of the room leaving me alone with Peggy's body. I grabbed the side of the bed and spun around until my legs dangled over the edge. My ass felt enormous beneath me but I couldn't even see it as the rest of my body bulged and wobbled around it. I leaned back and lifted my legs to bring my feet into view. Ten pudgy toes with glossy black nails wiggled back at me. I thought about my little piggies and groaned, thinking about how I must look. I glanced around the room and spotted a full-length mirror on a stand in the corner. Some kind soul with a notion of theatricality had draped a sheet over it, preparing me for the 'big reveal'. Well it was definitely going to be big. I heaved myself from the bed and felt the cold linoleum floor against my little feet. Glancing down I realised I couldn't even see them any more, my belly was too big. The mirror was four steps away in the corner of the room but those four steps were the hardest I've ever taken. Putting one foot in front of the other when you've gone from being a tall, physically fit man to a short, fat woman isn't an easy task. I walked slowly, deliberately, my hips swayed and my huge ass bounced with every step, my thighs rubbed against each other and on top of it all was the sensation of my softly sagging belly. I wanted it over with quickly so I closed my eyes and reached out, grabbing the sheet before I took a step back and pulled it away with a flourish... ... I found I didn't want to open my eyes. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, felt my breasts shifting with every breath but none of it was allowed to be real until I had opened my eyes. I tried to control my breathing in order to calm myself then I looked. The woman who stared back at me from the mirror looked shocked. For the first time I saw the thick, black framed glasses which rested on her button nose and I looked into her deep green eyes. I watched as she reached up to touch her face, gently prodding her bulging cheeks and running a finger over her lips. There was a brief moment of dizziness and I found myself staring at my own reflection in the mirror except nothing had changed. I was short, big-breasted and far beyond Rubenesque but I found I recognised the girl in the mirror more than I ever had my old body. That's assuming I really was a girl, my bulging belly sagged so much that from where I stood I couldn't actually tell. I pushed my hands in beneath the soft overhang of my gut and lifted it up, my fat little fingers sinking into my flesh. And there nestled between my thighs was my pussy, the fleshy labia topped with a neat triangle of black hair. Looking at the rolls of fat spilling over my arms I began to wonder whether I had made the right decision. There was a loud bang as Nurse Wendy bustled back into the room, pushing a wheelchair "Ah, you're up! Good. Won't be needing this then." She aimed the chair at a wall and pushed, letting it coast to a stop. She paused, looking at me with a raised eyebrow and I realised where my hands were "There'll be plenty of time for that later sweetie. Now we have to get you dressed, you have an appointment with the doctor." She walked to a pile of clothing which had been left on a chair "The old Peggy was wearing these for her appointment, she didn't bring a fresh change of clothes but then, technically, she wasn't going to need one, was she?" I stared at Nurse Wendy open mouthed until I realised she expected a response from me. I shook my head and gave a polite laugh "No, I guess not." and with that she turned back to the pile of clothes on the chair. "Hmm, looks like you had a sense of humour, Peggy." She frowned then handed me a pair of white lace panties. I held them out in front of me, stretching the waistband dubiously. "Oh my God, these are huge!" "Well they fit you this morning so they should still be okay." I blushed, the redness standing out beautifully against my pale skin, and stepped into the panties, tugging them up my fat thighs until they were resting snugly against my skin. Nurse Wendy hummed to herself as she held out a matching lace bra "Now do you need help putting that on? I know it can be difficult the first time." I shook my head "I think I can do it, I've... er... I've had a little practice." Nurse Wendy softened a little "Of course you have dear, but it can be a little difficult when it's your own girls you're putting in there and not rolled-up socks." I straightened up and wrapped the bra around my chest, fastening the hooks in front of me before spinning it around again. Nurse Wendy nodded "That's the way, especially for big girls like you." I felt strangely proud as I leaned forward and pulled the soft, lace cups over my breasts before pushing my arms through the straps. I tugged at the lacy material and wiggled my shoulders, trying to make it more comfortable but my breasts were heavy and the straps pulled tightly against my skin. "Now this is the bit I'm sure she thought was very funny this morning. And, if I'm honest, it happens more than you'd think... People get a little crazy on the last days in their old lives." She turned to face me and I groaned when I saw what she was holding "There's no way I'll fit into a corset, look at me!" Nurse Wendy, however, wasn't about to take no for an answer "Turn around Peggy, it won't take long." She quickly wrapped the corset around my bulging mid-section and ran her fingers over the clasps, ensuring I was secure. "Now we'd better tighten you up, hadn't we?" "You're kidding right? It's too tight already, where's it all going to go?" "Well it's the only way you're going to fit into the dress you wore this morning Peggy. Now, work with me here. Breathe out while I pull you in tight." I looked to the ceiling, trying to push as much air from my lungs as possible while Nurse Wendy tugged and yanked at the laces. Spots started to appear in front of my eyes as my waist was crushed down tightly, giving me a cartoonish hourglass figure. My breasts were held up high in front of me while my ass was pushed out behind. I looked into the mirror again at the corseted butterball framed there and a thought struck me; "Wendy, how tall are you?" "I'm five-three honey, why?" "Because you're taller than me... Jesus, I can't be more than five feet!" Wendy looked me over with an appraising eye and pursed her lips. "Maybe not even that much sweetie. I'd say four ten, maybe eleven, but that's okay, girls are shorter anyhow and you can always boost yourself up a little with a nice pair of heels." She held out a scrap of white material and I took it from her gingerly "Speaking of heels, I'll be back in a moment..." She turned and vanished from the room leaving me to stare at the thing I held in my chubby little hands. "Spandex... Oh for fuck's sake, you total bitch!" I frowned, disliking Peggy more with every minute. I tried to work out whether I should step into the dress or pull it over my head. I chose the latter and poked my head through before stuffing my arms into the short sleeves. I looked again at myself in the mirror with the stretchy material of the dress bunched up around my shoulders, and sighed. I grabbed the hem and tugged the dress down, feeling it cling to my body and squeeze me tightly... Until it stopped at mid thigh. No matter how I tugged at it there wasn't enough material to reach my knees and I wasn't even sure it would stay as low as that once I started to move. "Well as long as it keeps my fat ass covered at least I won't get arrested." "That's the spirit honey! You're getting used to your new body." I blinked in surprise, Nurse Wendy could move quietly. Maybe it was her sensible shoes... "Now, here, these are yours too." She held out a white PVC handbag and a pair of white high heels. Very high heels. Stripper heels. I sighed, hooking the bag over my shoulder as I took the shoes from her. The soles were clear perspex and must have been a couple of inches thick, the heels were at least six inches. "If it's okay with you Wendy, I think I'll just go barefoot while I'm in here. Is that okay?" "Sure it is sweetie, you just take your time. Those heels look like real killers, I'm not sure they're the kind you're meant to walk in..." I frowned. "What other types of shoes are there?" "Oh... oh don't worry about it honey, you'll figure it out for yourself, I'm sure." I almost thought I could see the beginnings of a blush on her cheeks before she changed the topic "Now come on Peggy, you're due to see the doctor. Follow me!" And she bustled out of the door with me trailing after her, holding my ridiculous stripper shoes in one hand and trying to hold my dress down with the other. Every step I took made things wobble and shudder, I tried to change my walk to make it a little smoother and found myself mincing in short steps, my wide hips swaying rhythmically. Nurse Wendy held the door of the doctors office open for me and ushered me inside. The doctor smiled from behind his desk, half standing as he gestured to the seat in front of him. I sat carefully in the chair, listening to it creak under my weight, and realised that I was going to have to keep my fat thighs squeezed together if I didn't want the doctor to see more than he'd bargained for. "So, Peggy. How are you settling into your new body?" The doctor steepled his fingers and tapped them against his chin. "H... how am I settling in? Doc, I came in here this morning in good shape, and now..." I squeezed my fat belly with both hands "...Now look at me! I'm obese! I'm... I'm disgusting!" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as my chest heaved with emotion. "I'm very sorry you feel this way Peggy but as I told you earlier, you were an excellent personality match. Now, if the weight is a problem for you just bear in mind that weight is easily lost while what you've gained today is much more significant to your psyche than a few excess pounds, hmm?" I just stared at him. He was right, of course he was right but "But why is this body such a good match for me? Out of all the useless wishes I made in my life I never once wished for this!" "Well, that's one of the less well understood areas of the science. We're still in our infancy really. All I can say is that you were both an exceptional match and I really don't anticipate any rejection. However, you should still keep an eye out for the signs; black-outs, double-vision and auditory hallucinations. If you experience anything like that then we'll have to bring you both back in for tests." He smiled and glanced at his desk diary. "We have a latency check and the remainder of the legal handover scheduled in for six months time but, other than that, you're free to go and enjoy the rest of your life." He half-stood again, holding out his hand and I found myself standing with him. I looked at his hand for a second before holding out my own and marvelling at how tiny it felt in his huge paw as we shook. "The secretary will hand you all the details and call you a cab to get you to your new home. I wouldn't recommend driving anywhere for the next few days." I was in a daze as I walked back to the reception desk and smiled at the receptionist "Hiya, I'm... Peggy. I think." I wasn't sure I liked the smile I got back from her, I thought I could detect pity and maybe even a little disgust. "Ah yes, here we are Miss Liston." She handed me a thick bundle of papers in a manila file. "There's a taxi waiting for you outside. He'll take you to your new apartment. It's 14B apparently, the details are in the file and I've printed you out a picture." I tucked the bundle of papers under my arm, the motion causing the back of my dress to pull up over my ass cheeks again. "Thanks, for all your help, I guess I'll see you in six months?" She nodded and turned back to her work just as I heard a car-horn from outside. "That'll be your ride. See you in six months Miss Liston." I walked to the door, knowing that once I was out there I was going go be going home to Peggy Liston's life. I silently pleaded for someone to stop me, to change something... "Miss Liston, wait!" The receptionist's voice stopped me in my tracks and I turned with a hopeful expression. "You should put your shoes on, it was raining earlier." "Oh... Oh of course, thanks. Thanks for everything." I put the ridiculous shoes on the ground and stepped into them. My fat tits nearly fell out of my dress as I bent down to buckle them around my ankles and I felt my cheeks going red as I realised I had probably given the poor receptionist a good view of my massive buttocks. I tugged the hem of the dress down again, gathered my possessions and stumbled to the taxi. I wrenched the back door open and collapsed onto the cheap vinyl seats. "You the fare going to Sunnyvale apartments?" The driver didn't even turn around to speak to me, he just kept his hand on the meter. "Uhh... yeah. Yeah that's me. I think." I flicked through the details of Peggy's life, looking for Sunnyvale. "Yeah, apartment 23." "Great, buckle up darlin' it's about twenty minutes from here." I reached around for the seatbelt and as I pulled it across my body, I glanced up and saw his eyes in the rear-view mirror. He was certainly getting an eyeful as the strap slipped between my breasts, mashing them against my chest. I blushed, not sure whether to say something as I experienced the uncomfortable sensation of being openly lusted after for the first time. I decided to pretend I hadn't seen anything, just for now, just until I was safely back in my apartment. Back in my apartment for the first time, anyway. My head ached with the possibilities and I leaned against the cool glass of the car's window. As the streets and houses slid past the taxi window I considered my options. Something had clearly gone wrong, I was a whale. I had never imagined myself as a... as a plus-sized woman. I wondered if I might even be bigger than that, was there anything after plus-sized? Double- plus-sized? I made a mental note to get my fat ass on the scales as soon as I could. Assuming of course that this fat bitch even owned a set. So then, my first option: Call it a day, go back to the clinic and declare myself incompatible. Could I do that? I was pretty sure I could but I'd signed a lot of documents and I had to think about the ex-Peggy as well. I'd legally agreed to the swap, the only way back would be if she wanted to trade too. And why would she? I'd made sure my body was in great condition before swapping while this cow had obviously spent the last few months stuffing herself with cakes. No, swapping back by choice seemed unlikely, something to hope for but not something to count on. Second option: Pray for rejection. Well, if I started to show signs of rejection then the issue of swapping back would be forced. It would be essential and there were clauses covering it in the contract. On the other hand, the prospect was terrifying. Blackouts and hallucinations as the wave-form that was my personality started to collapse within this new body. If either of us started to show signs then we would both be rushed back to the clinic for an emergency return. The consequences of a delay or a mistake were too severe. I might end up in a coma, possibly even brain-dead. No, hoping for rejection sounded like the worst possible option. What was left? There was no way to get back to my own body without a voluntary or involuntary swap. If there was no way back then that meant I was stuck like this. I was stuck in this fat, cow-titted bitch. Well, maybe not. I was fat, sure, but I could lose weight. I could get my big, round ass to a gym for possibly the first time and work these extra pounds off. With any luck my tits might shrink down too, hell I might even be able to see my feet! I frowned at the prospect of exercise, it was going to be hard in this body. Even if I lost the weight I wasn't sure I'd be satisfied. Didn't women have problems with this sort of thing? They lost a ton of weight and then they were left with sagging skin and breasts like empty sacks. There was always plastic surgery, I had plenty of money in my accounts once the six months was up and they transferred over, I could get a little nip and tuck surely. So there it was, the nucleus of a plan; six months to get this body into some kind of shape then surgery to deal with the things that diet and exercise couldn't. I would never be a tall, willowy blonde but neither were most women. Relentlessly self-critical, chasing a hopeless ideal and about to start a diet: I smiled to myself as I realised I was already thinking like a woman. Soon the cab pulled up in front of a nondescript apartment block and the driver turned around, holding out his hand. I panicked as I realised this bitch might not have left me any money for the fare and I reached for my handbag. "Hey, its okay. The fare's on the clinic's account. I just wanted to give you my card in case you needed a taxi some time. Girls like you oughta be careful, it helps if you got a good cab driver if you know what I mean?" I smiled at him before realising that he wouldn't see it; his eyes were fixed on the vast expanse of my pale cleavage "Uhh, thanks. Thanks for everything, I'll keep it in mind." I took the card from him, gathered up my belongings and stepped out of the taxi. Five minutes later I was struggling with my long fingernails as I tried to unlock the door to my new apartment. With a click, the door gave way and I stepped inside, absentmindedly tugging the dress down as my ass- cheeks threatened to spring free once more. The first thing that hit me was the sweet perfumed smell, this was definitely a girl's apartment. The second thing was the large chocolate cake sat on the dining table. Peggy had been busy, next to the cake was a large knife, a delicate china plate and a silver cake fork. I licked my lips, picking up the knife "Maybe she's not so bad after all. Maybe we'll meet up in six months and we can both laugh about this." I cut myself a slice of the cake and eased it onto the plate. It was a slightly bigger slice than I'd intended but that was okay, I didn't have to eat it all. I forked a hunk of the cake and stuffed it into my mouth "Oh fuck... that's some good cake right there." It felt like parts of my brain were just lighting up with the sugar rush and I took another mouthful as soon as I was finished with the first. "Now what's this?" There had been an envelope under the china plate I now held in my hand and it had a single word written on it in flowing script. "Peggy" I stuffed the last mouthful of cake between my lips, my cheeks bulging, as I took the letter and turned it over in my hands. I guessed that it had been written by the old Peggy just like I'd written one to the new me. I opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper: Dear Peggy, Firstly I'd like to thank you for letting me have your body. You can't imagine how it felt to know that I was going to spend the rest of my life in that chubby prison. Except, I guess, now maybe you can. I didn't hold out much hope when I signed up for the swap but when the letter came back saying they'd got a match it made me the happiest girl in the world. I've got to admit though, I'm a little curious about you. What sort of person willingly gives up a strong, masculine body to become a, fat little slut like you? Maybe you've got some self-esteem issues or maybe you just get turned on by the thought your big belly jiggling while your ass gets pounded. I don't know, I don't even care. If everything's gone okay then it's not my problem any more. There's chocolate milk in the refrigerator for when you finish the cake and there's a box on my dresser with a few special treats for you. Have fun, fatty. And remember, if you need a good, hard fucking just hit speed-dial on the telephone, the pizza delivery guy has been taking his payment out of your asshole ever since I found out I had a match! Peggy -x- The letter fell from my hand and fluttered to the table. I wasn't thinking straight as I cut myself another wedge of cake a little bigger than the last one and started to cram it into my mouth. The taste of the chocolate helped to bring me back into focus and I chewed and swallowed mechanically, thinking about the letter. By the time I had eaten the last mouthful of cake I had just about convinced myself that this was all just a joke. She clearly wasn't serious, she just couldn't be. Who would be so mean that they would do something like that? Well, apart from an obese goth with masochistic tendencies... I cut myself one more slice of cake, frowning to myself as I laid it on the plate. I carried the plate around the apartment, shovelling into my mouth as I went. I pushed open the door to her bedroom... To MY bedroom, and stepped inside. I realised I had tensed up, waiting for something bad to happen, but all I saw was a standard bedroom with a freshly made bed. There were pillows piled up at one end and sitting among them with a cushion on his lap was a cute teddy bear. I put down the now empty plate and walked over to him. "Hey there Bear, I guess you're mine now, huh? How about a big ,welcome home hug?" I put my hands beneath his arms and lifted him up to squeeze him against my ample chest. But when the cushion fell away I groaned: Mr Bear was wearing a pink jelly strap-on. I held him out in front of me, staring at his appendage and noticed how glittery it was. I gave Mr Bear a little shake, watching it bounce and wobble obscenely, then I burst out laughing. I could see her sense of humour now, I was in on the joke, and it was pretty funny when you thought about it. I put on my sexiest voice and growled at Mr Bear "Oh you bad bear, it's not too big, not too small... In fact, I think that's going to be just right." I gave him a big squeeze, kissed his furry nose and laid him gently on the bed. The strap-on stood proudly to attention, wobbling gently, and I found myself giggling again as I imagined spreading my fat thighs and riding Mr Bear to orgasm. I felt a little flutter in my chest as I realised I was thinking about sex in this body. I wondered what it would be like, how could this big bitch even manage? Any guy with a normal- sized cock wouldn't even make it past my ass cheeks, she must have had to seek out some really well-hung studs to be able to fuck her properly. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the images that had started to fill it: My enormous white ass thrust in the air while I begged some faceless guy to make me feel it. No, that wasn't going to happen, there was no way I was going to let a man near me while I was this size. Once I'd got myself in shape, assuming I was stuck in this body, then maybe I'd find a nice guy and we'd make love. He would be gentle and tender and treat me like a princess. He certainly wouldn't fuck me roughly, twisting my fat nipples while he called me his piggy-slut and made me oink for him. I shook my head again, stumbling away from the bed in my ridiculous stripper heels. That was a disgusting thought, clearly the jokes had got to me more than I thought. What had she said? There was a box on the dresser... I turned to look and there it was, a polished wooden box sat in the middle of her dresser, surrounded by make-up. I flipped open the lid and looked inside, nestled in the purple silk lining was a square envelope with my name written on it in Peggy's spidery handwriting. I lifted it out and looked underneath it to see nothing but a pile of silver rings. They must have been for a shower curtain or Peggy liked really big hoop earrings. I picked one up and ran it through my fingers, it was about an inch in diameter with a ball at one side of the hoop. I couldn't see how it would fit through my ears at all. I sat down on the little stool in front of the dresser, my ass squished out around me and I saw the look of disgust on my face in the mirror. I leaned in closer, inspecting my ears and saw that I had quite a few piercings. There were at least three in each ear lobe as well as a couple more at the tops. I winced at the thought of the needle going into the cartilage there. "I think I'll let those ones heal up." I murmured to myself. I ran my hands over Peggy's make-up collection, taking in the smell and the feel. This was all mine now, I wouldn't have to worry about looking like a man in drag, the only thing I had to worry about now was my cholesterol. I picked up a few bottles and tubes, looking at the names: Deadly Nightshade, Bone White, Midnight Black. It was pretty clear that my taste in make-up ran to the gothic. That was something I'd have to deal with later, once my body was a little more wholesome, for now I could practice with what I had to hand. I dumped the rings and the letter back into the box figuring that I had had enough of my tormentor's jokes for now and I picked up a tube of foundation. Half an hour later I was close to finished, I had practiced my technique before we swapped but working with a real girl's face rather than my old angular face covered in stubble was very different. Especially when I had to keep taking my glasses off and then putting them back on again to check my handiwork. Even so, I was proud of what I had achieved; The white foundation and powder made my skin look ghostly pale which just exaggerated the effect of the mascara on my long, black lashes. I had lined my eyes heavily and put on a glittery purple eyeshadow. I ran the black lipstick across my lips before pressing them together. For the first time I was tasting lipstick without the bitter hint of shame and regret that came from dressing up in private. I smiled at Peggy in the mirror and blew her a big, fat, gothy kiss then I winked at myself and began to giggle again. Maybe being a fat goth wouldn't be too bad after all. I took the letter and sliced it open with one of my long, black nails. There was no letter inside, just a DVD with "Play Me" scrawled in red ink. Sighing, I took the DVD and box full of rings into the lounge to find the DVD player. After a couple of attempts to find the power switches and the play button I settled back on the couch with the remainder of the cake and watched as a series of numbers came up on the screen. 5... 4... 3... Then, static followed by a view of something pale with a darker line running down the centre of the screen. I frowned as I tried to work out what it was until it tilted and wobbled backwards resolving into Peggy's fat cleavage as she stepped away from the camera and perched on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a black silk dressing gown which was doing very little to conceal her ample frame. "Hiya fatty." She giggled, "Fat little piggy slut, how does it feel in there? Did you bring the box?" I looked down at the box in my hands before looking back at the screen. Peggy was now holding the same box and she smiled at me as she opened it up. There was a tinkling sound as she ran her fingers through the rings "Have you figured out your surprise yet Piggy?" She took one of the rings in her hands and twisted the ball. It unscrewed, that was how they worked! I took one that looked the same and tried to twist the ball the way she had, feeling it unscrew in my hands and leave a small gap between the ball and the ring. "You're not allowed to take metal into an MRI, Piggy. So you had to take all these off before you went to the clinic. It's such a shame because you love the way they make you feel. They make your cunt all hot and wet, don't they Piggy?" I shook my head and pouted my black lips. She was mad if she thought I'd get turned on by this but then she leaned toward the camera and the gown slipped away from her breasts, leaving them exposed. I watched, my mouth hanging open as she took one of her heavy breasts in her hand and deftly slipped the ring through the nipple before screwing it closed. My cheeks were burning with shame as I watched her tug and twist the ring but I couldn't deny that it was making me hot elsewhere as well. I didn't quite understand what was happening to me at first, my head got all fuzzy and my heart felt like it kept missing beats. It wasn't until I realised how wet my panties were and how hard I was breathing that I knew she was right: It really was turning me on! "Go on Piggy, I know you want to. Just try one." She hooked a finger through the ring and pulled down on it. I watched wide-eyed as she stretched her thick nipples out in front of her, moaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I found my hands reaching for my chest gently stroking my nipples through the sheer lycra. Peggy smiled as she started to stroke her nipples, circling each one with a black-nailed finger. I found myself mirroring her movements and I realised that I was feeling exactly what she was feeling, we were the same person after all. She took each of her nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard. I gasped with pleasure as the sharp sensation rippled through me. "Are you naked yet, Piggy? I think you should get yourself out of those tight clothes, let your big fat titties swing free." She giggled to herself as her hands roamed over her body and I struggled to get undressed. I peeled the dress from my curves before fumbling with my bra, trying to take it off was a lot harder than putting it on. Peggy was staring out of the TV screen while she waited for me, pouting and licking her lips. I wrenched myself free of my bra and immediately felt my fat tits sag down, drooping over the front of my corset. Peggy was stroking her thighs now and my eyes stayed locked on hers as I tugged the white lace panties down over my hips and threw them on the floor. Everything felt fuzzy, it was hard to even think straight with her staring at me like that. I knew it was a recording but it felt like she was in the room with me, talking to me, touching me. I watched her hands on the screen, mirroring her movements and experiencing her pleasure firsthand. She was tugging on her nipple rings again and I couldn't help wondering what it was like to feel the cold metal pulling at my sensitive skin. Peggy was just moaning and panting on the screen, raking her fingernails over her breasts, squeezing her fat belly until it spilled over her fingers. I tore my eyes away from the sight on the TV screen and stared at the thick silver ring I held in my hand, there was a gap that needed to be filled and I felt a little shiver run through my pussy as I realised what I was about to do. Taking my left breast in my hand I stretched my thick nipple out and gently slid the ring through the exposed piercing. I found myself breathing heavily as I screwed the ball closed and let my breast drop, the heavy ring tugging at me as it bounced. I worked more quickly with the second, roughly squeezing my saggy tit and yanking hard on the nipple before pushing the cold metal through. I had just hooked my fingers through the rings, tugging on them experimentally, when I heard a loud moan from the TV. My reflection stared back at me from the screen with a satisfied grin on her face "Oh I hope you've had your first orgasm Piggy. It's making me wet thinking about you cumming in your new body." she was tugging on her nipples again as she spoke and I was doing the same, stretching my sagging tits even further. Squeezing and mauling the soft flesh as she spoke "God I can see you now, you sick pervert. You must be some kind of warped chubby-chaser to want this body, look at how fat you are. Is your pussy nice and wet now? I bet you're dripping, Piggy." I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I realised she was right. I couldn't even see my pussy but I could feel how wet it was. "Ready for your next surprise, Piggy?" I nodded my head, completely entranced by my own body. Peggy giggled and stuffed her hands between her enormous thighs before spreading them wide. I blinked and stared, not sure if I understood what I was seeing at first "Well, what did you think the other rings were for? Your ears?" She laughed again, snorting like a pig as she took her labia between her fingers and stretched them wide, showing me where to put the rest of her rings. I could see how wet she was even on the TV screen and I wanted, no... needed to know what it felt like. My hands were trembling as I worked my way through the rest of the rings in the box, three in each of my labia and finally one through my swollen clit. I think I moaned aloud when I pushed the clit- ring through and screwed it shut. It was getting hard to remember which actions were mine and which were Peggy. I watched the screen as our hands roamed over our body, pinching and twisting our nipples, stroking the rings in our pussy and listening to them clinking together. We moaned and sighed and grunted like a fat fuckpig before stuffing our fingers into our needy cunt "Come on Peggy, fuck that fat pussy, get another finger in there I know you can fit four, look at me, it feels so good to fist your cunt doesn't it Piggy? Faster... do it faster, harder. That's how you like it. That's how you need it, isn't it? Oh... Oh fuck, you're gonna.. you're gonna..." And I did. I squealed like a pig as I came, burying my fingers deep in my pussy as it twitched and gripped me tightly. I couldn't think, I could barely even see straight. I saw Peggy licking her fingers and giving a little wave before the screen went blank. I just lay back on the couch, exhausted. I don't know how long I lay there with my fingers still filling my pussy but eventually my head was clear enough to make me move again. I shuddered as I pulled my fingers free, feeling strangely empty inside. I stared at my pudgy little hand, my fingers still glistened with my own juices. I could see my reflection in the black mirror of the television; a fat, pierced slut. Her legs were spread and her pale skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. I looked away, I was disgusted by what the fat whore had done, I couldn't believe she had been able to fit her whole hand in her stretched-out pussy. I couldn't believe how good it had felt. I couldn't imagine I could stop myself doing it again. A little aftershock ran through my body, whether from the afterglow of my orgasm or from the sense of shame and lust I felt thinking about what I had done, I couldn't tell. I heaved myself from the couch, my knees still wobbling as I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. My thighs rubbed together and I could feel the wetness between my legs cooling. My tiny feet slapped against the tiled floor of the bathroom and I sat down heavily on the side of the bath before turning on the taps. I watched the water begin to fill the tub waiting for the steam to cloud the mirror before I stood up again. Leaving the bath to fill, I went to my bedroom and found the black silk robe I had been wearing in the video. I slipped it around my shoulders, and felt it slide across my rounded belly before I pulled the sash tight around my waist. Gathering up the outfit I had so hastily discarded while my mind was fogged with lust I dumped it unceremoniously in the linen basket. She wasn't going to make me dress like a whore again. I was in control of what I wore now and I planned to choose something a little more conservative to wear the next day. I shrugged off my robe and stepped into the tub, the hot water felt good on my aching calves. It was hard work moving my bulk around now and my muscles were feeling it. I sank down into the water and bubbles until my huge ass touched the bottom and squeezed out around me, moulding to shape of the tub. I lay back and sighed, listening to the water pouring into the overflow as I settled deeper into the bath. Once I was properly relaxed I lathered up a sponge and began to clean away all traces of the day. I briefly toyed with the notion of taking out all my piercings but my hands were soapy and I couldn't grip them properly. I decided that I'd leave them in and get them out in the morning. It had been a long day; I had been a man that morning and was about to go to bed as an obese goth girl. I pushed and heaved myself from the tub, trying not to think about the strange ways in which my body shifted as I moved. Drying my new body with my short arms turned out to be even more of a challenge than I had imagined. I grimaced as I had to lift my fat belly with one hand to dry under there, eventually working out that it was easier if I sat on the bed. That way I could roll onto my back and lift my legs into the air to dry them without my tits and my belly threatening to drag me to the ground. Once I was dry I threw the towel to the floor, exhausted. I was already on the bed so I crawled beneath the comforter to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be the first day of my new life and the first day of my diet. I slept surprisingly well considering the nightmare of the previous day. Maybe the sheer effort of moving around in my new body was more physically tiring. Maybe I was mentally exhausted from the prospect of spending the rest of my life as a pierced, fat slut. I only woke once during the night, thinking I could hear bells, but I sleepily realised it was my pussy rings clinking together. I stuffed my hand between my thighs to quiet them and lazily fingered myself until I fell asleep once more. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains and woke me early the next day. I curled and stretched, luxuriating in the warmth of the bed. At some point I was going to have to open my eyes and start a new day but for the moment I could just float in that dreamy space halfway between sleep and wakefulness. The strangeness of my body wasn't helping me to relax, it kept shifting and flopping around in ways I found strange and yet... comfortable, I guess. I opened my eyes, blinking and straining as the room failed to come into focus. It took me a few minutes to remember that I wore glasses now and I reached out to grab them from the nightstand. Settling the thick black frames onto my nose the room slipped back into focus once more. I pushed myself upright with both hands, having to work against the bulk of the comforter as well as my own body. There was a muffled tinkling noise from under the comforter as my pussy rings rattled against each other and I felt a hot little spasm down there thinking about them. I was going to have to take them all out, I couldn't spend the rest of my life looking like an overinflated fetish doll. I would definitely have to take them all out. I caught sight of myself in the bedroom mirror; my jet black hair a little mussed from sleep, my pale, sagging breasts resting on top of my round belly. And the two thick chrome rings hanging from my nipples. I looked like I belonged on a farm somewhere, a cow ready for milking or maybe a pig in a sty. I snorted as I wondered whether I should have a ring through my nose to match the rest. Staring at my face in the mirror I began to wonder if maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea, something thick and chromed to make me look more like a submissive fuckpig... A growl from my stomach derailed that train of thought and as I shook my head to clear the images from my mind I realised how hungry I was. I hadn't had anything to eat since I got back from the clinic and ate all that cake. A whole cake to myself, I never would have been able to do that in my old body but Peggy's body seemed to crave it. I swung myself out of bed and felt my dainty little feet sink into the thick carpet. I had to reach up to grab my robe from the hook on the back of the door, another reminder of how short I was now. I wrapped the robe around myself and tied it under my tits before i hustled my fat ass into the kitchen looking for something good to eat. The cupboards were pretty empty, a couple of packets of pasta and rice. Nothing I could make a meal out of and besides, I kind of had a craving for something sweet. Opening the fridge I rolled my eyes as I saw the single bottle of chocolate milk and the note stuck to the side of it "You need to go shopping Piggy." "Well, like, duhh! You dumb bitch." I took the bottle and twisted off the top before taking a swig, followed swiftly by another. Then I just tipped it back and drank the whole thing down, licking the chocolate taste from my lips as the pleasure centres in my brain lit up again. I threw the empty bottle in the trash and laughed to myself "Okay piggy, that should give you enough energy to get dressed and head out to buy a real breakfast." Back in the bedroom I slipped off the robe and stood in front of the mirror appraising my body. I turned sideways, looking over my shoulder at the vast expanse of my ass bulging out behind me. I grabbed my tits with both hands and lifted them up. They seemed so heavy in my hands I wondered how I was managing to carry them around without falling forward. I stood on tiptoes, trying to make myself look a little taller but my tiny feet only raised me a couple of inches higher and made my ass stick out even further. Still, it was kind of a hot look. I stared at my curves for a moment before I caught sight of my own face and giggled. I pouted my lips and gave my reflection a wink before turning away. Opening the closet I found another dilemma: What could I wear that wouldn't make me look like a whore? I flicked through the racks of clothes, skipping past spandex, lycra, PVC and rubber. I quickly came to the conclusion that the outfit I had worn to the clinic was probably the most sensible thing I now owned. Either Peggy had the sluttiest taste in outfits imaginable or she had got rid of anything even slightly conservative before we swapped. I sighed to myself, adding another item to my mental list before picking an outfit at random. I threw a handful of clothes onto the bed then eased myself into a pair of black satin panties that stretched tightly over my ass and held my pussy rings against my body. Next I grabbed a bra, taking a look at the label to see how big my udders really were. I groaned as I read it aloud "Thirty-four J? Where do I even get these bras from? Am I going to have to go to stripper shops?" I pouted sulkily as I fastened the strap beneath my boobs, spinning it round before I flipped my saggy tits into the black satin cups and hoisted the straps onto my shoulders. I gave a little jiggle to settle everything into place and sighed as I felt my fat carry on jiggling after I had stopped. I stared at the mound of slutwear on the bed before grabbing the first part of my outfit: A pair of black spandex leggings. I held them in both hands and stretched the waistband wide then, perching my huge ass on the edge of the bed, I scrunched up one leg and pulled it on , then the other, then I just had to twist and tug the waistband until it settled at the top of my wide hips. Looking in the mirror I saw something I hadn't noticed at first; they were wet-look leggings and the stretchy material had already pulled tight around my labia, making my thick pussy lips and the rings that were through them very noticeable. The next step was a neon-pink satin corset top, I wrapped it around my waist, breathing in hard to fasten it. I pulled a