This choice: Sasha Sirotkin, 20, 5'7", 125 lbs., Dark Brown/Black, 32C-22-32 • Go Back...Chapter #4Sasha Sirotkin, 20, 5'7", 125 lbs., Dar... by: permberton   You were a young college girl named Sasha, who was logging onto lifeshop.com because she felt as though her life was falling apart after her boyfriend of over a year, Colin, had suddenly and abruptly left her. Being dumped so unexpectedly had hurt, however, the days and weeks that followed really threw you for a loop. You spoke to as many people as you could, trying to figure out why Colin had left you, and much to your chagrin, you discovered that he had left you for another woman. And not just any woman, but Becky McAllister, a woman who you had never considered to be in your league.
You never thought of yourself as being overly vain, but you knew that you were quite attractive, and on the upper end of the spectrum as far as girls at your school went. It wasn't as though you didn't have options aside from Colin, as men frequently approached you in all variety of settings, trying to work an angle and see if they had a chance. Your powers of attraction stemmed in equal part from your natural beauty, courtesy of your parents' slavic heritage, as well as your persistent efforts at beauty and fitness. You were taut and thin, with decent-sized boobs that were firm and pert, if not overly large. You had alabaster skin, and striking dark hair that gave you a unique and memorable appearance.
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Becky, on the other hand, had rather plain features, and looked like most any other boring, white girl. Also, it was clear that Becky had not seen the inside of a gym in quite some time, which seemed to feed the only competitive advantage she may have had over you, as the one thing that Becky had in spades was curves. She was rather short, but for a small girl, she was built like a mountain road, with massive tits, and a plump, burgeoning ass.
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You had always thought that the fact that she was out of shape and doughy would mean that she could never hope to be a threat to you, but apparently you were wrong. And the stories were confirmed, as you noticed Becky and Colin strolling around campus, hand in hand, clearly enamored with one another. You watched as Colin stealthily caught glimpses down Becky's top, or allowed his hand to slide down her back a bit too far when they hugged goodbye.
Which brings us back to why you were on the computer, browsing lifeshop.com. A friend of yours who was studying abroad had told you about the site, which apparently allowed people to barter away aspects of their life, ranging from the physical, to the mental, and everything in between. If you wanted to trade hair with someone, you could. If you wanted to trade jobs, you could. You could even trade intangibles, like sexual orientation or intelligence. The world was essentially your oyster, and history would rewrite itself such that it was as if what you chose to swap had always been that way.
The breakup, and Colin's subsequent relationship with Becky had taken quite the toll on your self confidence. What were you doing slaving and toiling away at the gym in an effort to keep your body in tip-top condition, if some big-titted, Freshman 15 gaining, twat could just stroll up and pry away your man? Maybe the grass was greener on the other side, or at least that's what you were thinking. At a minimum, you at least wanted to chat with someone more like Becky to see if it was all it was cracked up to be.
When you opened the site, you narrowed your filter to the "weight" section, and specifically to "curves." You then filtered for people looking to give rather than receive, and started browsing. Most of the women you saw were, however, were merely fat and unattractive. These weren't the type of people you wanted to swap with. If you were going to go curvy, you wanted someone who projected a certain air of confidence, in addition to being a bit jiggly. Suddenly, you stopped on a profile that really reached out and grabbed you. It was a woman named Aryanna Davis, who had a beautiful face, framed by bright, vivacious red hair, that cascaded over a pair of mountainous tits that would have made even Becky jealous.
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Much to your joy and delight, Aryanna was online, so you shot her a message, asking if she were up for a chat.
"Of course," she quickly replied. "What's on your mind?"
You quickly dove into an explanation of how your boyfriend had left you for a curvier girl, which made you wonder whether or not it might be something that you would enjoy, and you asked whether or not she enjoyed her physique, and also why she was looking to give it up.
"First of all," Aryanna replied, "I love my curves. I always have. I have never had a problem attracting a man, not that it should matter, and I love the way I look. I would have never joined this site except that I don't really have a choice. I have a medical condition that requires me to lose weight, and unfortunately, my build and physique just won't allow me to lose as much as I need to. So I'm looking for someone with a slighter build with whom I can swap. Ideally it would be someone who doesn't easily gain weight, as the heavier I am the worse my condition becomes."
You asked whether or not the condition would be transmitted through a swap, and Aryanna assured you that it would not.
"I would never do that to someone else. All that I am looking to swap is my weight, curvature, build, and general physique. My underlying condition remains with me, but it will be dramatically improved once I'm smaller."
Aryanna then asks whether or not you could send a picture of your physique, and offers to send one of hers first. Still unsure, you agree only because you haven't yet agreed to anything. You quickly receive a photo through your direct message, and you wait as it opens.
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Initially you're shocked, as it is clear that Aryanna's first picture was not just a creative angle. Her tits really are that huge, and you are shocked at how much her body tapers inward before flaring back out into broad, luscious hips. Every inch of her figure is covered in a soft layer, however, she doesn't appear to be fat or rotund.
"How big are your boobs, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Why would I? It's what we're here for," she replied. "I'm a 36HH, all natural. It's a lot to lug around, but believe me, they make an impression, and I will be truly sad to see them go."
Now it was your turn. You quickly pull your shirt off and snap a pic in your bra and sweatpants in the dorm bathroom.
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Aryanna takes a moment, obviously to look over your picture, and you find that you're waiting with bated breath. After a minute, she responds, "Well, I think you're perfect for me, and I'd definitely swap if you were down."
The real question is, were you? You have the following choices: 1. Yes. 2. No. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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