"OMG! It's the fat bitch. She has the face of a pig, and must be over 300 lbs." I thought to myself.
"$10,000 once, twice, SOLD! to # 32. Please come back to the lab," said the auctioneer.
"What's going on?" I said as 2 large men carried me into a white laboratory.
"Well young man, you should have applied yourself more in school. This year, you missed 43 days, 87 tarty, 63 average. From the look of that, the board decided you were a waste to society. We figured there was a 57% chance of you being a drain on the welfare system, and 46% of you committing a crime and being a drain on the prison system. Your body at least is worth something to the government. We offer for auction useless scum like you to citizens willing to pay the $8,000 for a swap, and what ever we can raise from selling your body. If you are going to be a useless person, why not give you a useless body?" said the larger of the 2 men, while the other hooked a strange looking helmet on my head.
The fat pig sat across from me, looking me over and smiling. I couldn't tell what her body looked like under her baggy clothes, but she was huge. Greasy sweat was all over her face and neck. It plastered down her dishwater color hair. There were puck marks on her face, a turned up pig's nose and large ears that stuck out at 45 degrees. "There are a few things you need to know once you are in my body," Miss Piggy said in a shrill voice, "You will need to inject 85 units of insulin every morning. If you eat more then 1200 calories a day you will gain weight because of a slow metabolism. And be careful about the high blood pressure. I packed you some suitcases with clothes, underwear and the meds you will need. And $2000 to help you get a fresh start." As they put the helmet on her.
The shorter guy hit a switch, it felt like my brains were frying, as I blacked out. I came to, seeing my old body smiling and dancing around yelling, "Free! Free at last! Thanks for everything, then she kissed me goodbye.
It was hard getting up out of the chair, with gravity holding all that blubber down. The men helped me up, and I wobbled toward the door. The heat was smothering, I could feel more sweat forming on my face, underarms, even under what must have been tremendous breasts. My thighs slapping each other with every step. Even with a bra on, my breasts kept swaying. All this was throwing off my balance. I couldn't hold back the tears. They lead me to a waiting taxi.
The smaller tec told me, "You are lucky, your bodies old owner has set you up in an apartment, with a nurse to show you how to care for yourself.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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