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Trading Places, Part One
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
My name was Howard Barker and my wife was Jane. We both worked for Wade Sigler & Con. I was a cst accountant and Jane worked as a receptionist in the main office. Married three years we didn't hae any children. I was 22 and Jane was 20 years old.
We had married right out of high school.
Jane was very good looking. At just over five feet tall and around 105 pounds she was a knock-ut. A shapely, seductive blonde with a well muscled compact little figure. Jane was athletic, she joged, took dance lessons, and worked out regularly at
the spa. She was in very good physical condition.
I was in rather good shape also. Six feet two inches tall and 190 pounds, I was an equally goo physical specimen. I played tennis and racquet ball twice a week. Always careful of my diet I couldboast a lean, vigorous body.
I guess the problem was me from the very beginning of our marriage. I liked to have Jane dressin seductive, bizarre, clothes that showed off her figure. Jane's figure was perfection in every resect except for her disappointingly small breasts. Be
cause of her small breasts I made her wear padding in her bras. I wanted her to be sexy, to have othr men look at her and want her, this did something for my ego. i insisted that she wear high heels, hort skirts, tight pants and all the kinds of attire
that men find alluring.
We had arguments about her clothes and how she dressed. She didn't like being looked at constatly, but to please me she wore tight, seductive outfits that showed off her rounded hips, pert littl ass, and tiny waist.
It was because of my wanting a sexy wife that I pressed her to have something done about her smll bosom. She put off suggestions or attempts on my part to change her bust size. She would say, "Hoard, if you were such a big boob-man why did you mar
ry me? I'm not any smaller now than I was when we were going together." She had me there, I didn't kow why I was so eager for her to have bigger tits, but I was, and I finally drug her down to consulta plastic surgeon for breast augmentation surgery.
At first, jane refused. She didn't want big tits. "I'm big enough to suit me. Who wants all tha flesh hanging on the front of them? Not me!" she said. But because I insisted and because she lovedme she agreed to have the surgery provided that the
implants were no bigger than the B cup size her padded bras were now and that the doctor could guaratee that it would not be dangerous to her health in any way.
The doctor assured her that she had good muscle tone and strong pectorals that would support ay size implant without fear of sag or shifting. He said they would be natural, not stiff, and they wuld be sensitive just like her own. The doctor expla
ined that dacron sacks would be implanted and then filled with natural body material. "They will hav the weight and consistency of your own breast." he said convincingly. Jane was dead set against it,but with my convincing she agreed.
Even after I got her home and she seemed satisfied that the operation would not be harmful she till insisted on small implants. The doctor had said that with her physical condition she could haveany size she desired, but she still remained adament
"I won't be showing up at work with a big bust. If I have a small implant and take the padding out f my bras then no one will ever know that I've been pumped up." she said in a plaintive voice. I trid to persuade her to have them enlarged to at least
a C cup, but she refused.
Two weeks later I took her to the hospital and I checked in...I mean, she checked in...it is a ittle hard to sort out, as you shall soon see!
Jane was morose and moody on the way to the hospital. After she undressed and got into bed she nsisted that I leave. "You go home Howard," she said, "I'm tired and want to nap a little, but be sue to be her in the morning before I go into surgery.
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"Ok dear," I said, and then again tried to persuade her to go for the larger breast size, and t my suprise she said, "I'll be fine for now, just don't be late tomorrow morning, perhaps you'll getyour wish for big tits after all. Now go home."
She seemed strange, as if in some sort of trance, her mind occupied with other thoughts. 'Are yu going to be all right?" I asked. She nodded and said, "I'll be fine, just make sure you are here i the morning." I assured her that I would come back
bright and early, and the left. I remember that I didn't sleep well that night, perhaps a guilty concience, or perhaps excitement at the anticipation of my wife becoming a sexy, busty, blonde!
The next morning I returned as she was being wheeled on a gurney from her room down the hall toards surgery. She was hollering, her words slightly slurred, as if somewhat drunk. "I want to see myhusband. Don't take me yet, I have to see Howard!" J
ust then, I walked up. I kissed her and wished her luck. Of course, she did not need this surgery. I was I that wanted it and she was undergoing the procedure out of love for me. I suddenly felt very uilty and ashamed. I told her that I loved her and h
ad misgivings about forcing her to become my centerfold fantasy. Jane replied in a very serious voic, suddenly sober, "I love you so much that I'll permit this to be done to me despite my own desires.And that's what I have been doing since we got marri
ed. I have been on display for you ever since we started going together." Just then the doctor walke up. "Well Mrs. Baker, are we ready for this little procedure? We'll have you in and out of there inno time!" he said with a smile. Then, Jane dropped a
bomb that floored me. She said, "Doctor, I've changed my mind, give me huge tits. Make them as larg as you can. Double D...Give me double D cup jugs." She giggled almost mischievously. My mouth droppd and I must have stammered. This was my dream come
true, Jane really wanted to be my dream-girl! The doctor was equally suprised and said, "really Mrs.Barker, are you sure? I can give you large breasts, but you're going to have a difficult time explaiing the sudden increase in bust size to your friends
an co-workers. DD cup breasts on your petite frame will be somewhat disproprtionate to the rest of our measurements. You'll really stick out in front, none of your clothes will fit, and you may be emarrassed by your new, buxom figure."
"I won't be embarrassed," she replied, "my husband wants me to have big breasts, and I want hi to have what he wants!" I grabbed her hand and asked her if she was sure...I suddenly staggered. Th hall floor seemed to be moving, and I was feeling a
little light headed. Jane smiled at me and continued, "Yes doctor, he wants big tits, I don't see wy we shouldn't give them to him." I held the edge of the gurney for support, and Jane squeezed my had tightly with her small, feminine hand. Jane laughe
d a little chuckle and squeezed my hand with even more pressure. The last thing I remember was lookig and her brightly polished, long nails as she continued to squeeze tightly. I must have blacked out
After that I remember brief flashes of seeing myself looking down at me, as though through a clud, like a dream. I saw myself standing beside my bed, but I was lying in the bed looking up at me! ow could this be? I looked around, I was in a hospit
al room. i must have passed out and they admitted me too. I brushed back out of my eyes a lock of unccountably long, pale golden hair, and in doing so caught a glimpse of my own hand and forearm. Hiteo, my arms, from elbow to wrist had been very mascul
ine and covered with rather coarse, shaggy, dark, hairs. Now however, my arm was smooth, pink, softl rounded, and almost hairless save for just a trace of golden down. What was going on here? How coul this be? I continued my inspection of this strange
arm down it's bizarre length to the hand attached to the end, I couldn't say "my hand", because thismost certainly wasn't. What had been a somewhat muscular hand had became soft, small, graceful, and ad acquired beautifully groomed, wholly feminine nai
ls smoothly enameled a bright vermilion. Fascinated and incredulous, I looked down at the rest of mybody--and all but blacked out again. Rising up from the sheet that covered me were twin mounds that rotruded from my chest. Then, I spoke. "What in the
fuck is going on here!" I was trying to sound forceful, but the voice was light and soft, it was thefamiliar voice of my wife! I spoke again, and again the voice of Jane spoke my words. "What am I doig here? My God, is this a nightmare?"
Then the body which still stood by the bed spoke with my voice, "Howard, you wanted me to have ig tits, you insisted that you wife have large breasts, now you've got them! You wanted a Playboy ceterfold for a wife, a girl that would wear seductive
clothes, ultra high-heeled shoes, suggestive underwear...damn how I hated being leered at, and the emarks people made...well, now Howard, you will know what it's like! You can be your own dream girl,I know that I couldn't! We have changed places Howar
d. You are now Jane, and I am you!" she paused for a minute, and my brain attempted to cope with thi barrage of information that I had just received. I was reeling as she continued, "I've studied the ccult for over a year now, and have, with training,
learned how to accomplish a soul transfer. Your soul and mine have traded bodies. And, it is permanet. We are still husband and wife, but the roles are reversed. You can be the wife, the temptress in he tight clothes, and now with the huge tits. You ca
n be the big breasted, blonde, bimbo you tried to make me, and I will be the proud husband with my tophy on his arm! You can be embarrassed feeling that everyone is watching you, It's your turn to be onstantly self conscious. I know that it all seems l
ike a dream now, but believe me, it's not. Of that you can be sure..." The face on my body smiled a ry grin, and then said, "go back to sleep my little sex-object, I'll see you tomorrow."
It was weird, crazy, incomprehensible. My body had been stolen, and I was trapped as my wife. Bt now, my wife, or me, had double D cup tits. I waved and turned, and walked towards the door, or atleast my body did. Jane walked out of my room.
I lapsed into unconsciousness only to awaken to find that Jane has spoken the truth. It was no a dream, it was a horrible nightmare! i explored with my hands, and felt the large fleshy appendage on my chest. They had feeling and were sore along t
he base where what felt like surgical tape had been placed. It felt like I had been punched in each ide of my chest. My hands wandered further down to discover a void between my legs. My cock and ball were gone...missing...stolen! My heart was flopping
around like a locomotive ready to jump the track. Where was my penis? i threw back the covers. My adomen ran in a soft swell to a pair of long, tapered legs that ended in thin ankles. The polish on m toes winked back at me as they caught the reflected
light of late evening. I moaned, and actually cried out in agony. "how could this happen?" Then, myfingers with the long, bright nails found my pubis and explored what felt like a woman's sex. I touced the lips and slipped my finger inside a woman's p
ussy. Jane's pussy...my pussy. I was Jane! I had a woman's sex, my wife's cunt. I touched myself allover. I felt terrain that I was intimately familiar with, just not from the inside! I had a small wast, rounded hips, long hair, huge tits, and my body
was smooth all over. The voice from my body had been right. I was a girl, Jane had stole my body, OhGod, I was my own wife!
-----To be continued-----
Next: discharge from the hospital!
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