Huge short stories - 5 (Patreon)

- And take your disgusting look away from me! Keep doing what you're doing!

Trying to maintain authority, Brandon Smith spoke in a loud, high-pitched tone with an Italian accent to one of his employees who flew to Italy on a regular plane flight.

Unlike them, Brandon did not like flying, especially transatlantic. This always exhausted him, and long ago he discovered the possibilities of modern technologies offered by the BodyPort company.

This meeting could not be missed under any circumstances. The guys at BodyPort warned Brandon that if he needed a body quickly without planning, they wouldn't always be able to give him exactly what he wanted.

Unfortunately, now the only available options were the body of an Italian porn actress. And although this was not entirely pleasant for Brandon, he also had to pay a large amount of money. Monica was really expensive and many of those who chose her used her body... for a slightly different purpose.

For Brandon, they chose business clothes that were most suitable for office style from those that Monica had. However, even in these clothes, Brandon understood that he was now outwardly nothing more than a sex object for everyone and that it would be difficult for him to negotiate with an important customer.

However, this body also opened up a number of other possibilities for persuading the customer, which Brandon tried not to think about, but having the brain of a businessman and a person who always gets his way, he still thought about it. And unfortunately, he actually had to crawl under the table and unzip the client's pants to convince them to sign a multimillion-dollar contract. At the same time, confirming his reputation as a person who truly “will do anything for the sake of the company”

...

It was a mistake. Big mistake. I didn't need to trust this feeling... But damn, it was incredibly difficult to get tired of the temptation to touch the mirror. It seemed to me then that this was just some kind of imagination, and besides, I was quite drunk at that moment, but who in my place would not have done the same.

I remember that moment like it is now. In the reflection, unexpectedly for me, I saw not myself, but a Latin American woman. She was almost naked. Or rather, they weren’t wearing red thong panties and the nipples were covered with stickers. There wasn’t even my apartment in the background, but something similar to a stage - as if I was looking at a large TV. I saw that she completely repeated my movements and even her facial expressions duplicated my surprise at that moment. I remember being surprised and checking myself, but making sure that I was still me.

She looked at me in fascination and, apparently, I looked at her then in exactly the same way when I reached out to the mirror with my hand. At that moment, I felt as if a weak electric current ran through my body. That's all. The mirror disappeared and I seemed to be in the dark. But a bright ray of light illuminated everything and I heard music and loud male conversations, while at the same time feeling for the first time in my life the heaviness of my female breast. I could barely stand on my feet in high heels

This was the first day of many that I would be on stage at the Los Cayotas strip bar in Latin America. I was no longer in the USA and I was no longer myself and had no idea how to get everything back. My life became completely different from that moment and I had to learn not only Spanish, but also the art of striptease, so as not to become a prostitute.

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- Damn it, how inconvenient

Jacob muttered quietly, cursing his long nails, trying to straighten the fabric on his back from the tight top that hugged his big tits. He received the curse from his ex-girlfriend about an hour ago while Jacob was at the roadhouse. He didn’t notice it right away because everything happened instantly at the moment when he was finishing his burger. Men began to look at him strangely, and when he raised his gaze to one of them, he received a smile in response.

Only after a couple of moments did he realize to look down to check why his clothes had become so uncomfortable and why his chest had become so heavy. It was the biggest shock when he first saw his cleavage and a pair of large soft female breasts.

As soon as he got out of there, he got to his car, but could not find it. Just by using the alarm keychain, he is ours instead of his black Mustang, a pink little old Mini Cooper. And it really was now his car and documents in the name of Jaycee also belonged to him and the photograph, of course, corresponded to what he saw in the reflection.

But that was not all the curse. Jacob didn't know this yet. On the way to his house, his car broke down and he had to get out to catch a ride. And now Jacob caught himself with the strange thought that with such a body he could get any help for free. And of course it was not just a thought. All this was part of the curse of his ex-girlfriend and now he always wanted to pay for any help not with money, but with sex or blowjobs. It had not yet occurred to him, but it would become the most obvious solution to pay for any service now. Despite his reluctance to do this, Jacob will understand that this is not necessary only later and will even try to change something - prepare money in advance or plan his actions, but in any case, all this will change as soon as he needs to pay for any help or even a purchase in a store.

...

"Oi, mate, are you really a genie? Is this some kind of bleedin' prank?" Ethan squinted, eyeing the mysterious figure with suspicion.

“Course I’m a genie, didn’t you see how I came outta nowhere?” the genie replied, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“Yeah,” Ethan mumbled, scratching his head, “But maybe you’re just a dodgy illusion... and why the hell aren't you blue?”

“Oh, again with the prejudices 'cause of your rubbish movies. Listen, I'm real, and I’m a genie. People think that man's like me don’t exist because after three wishes are granted, everyone forgets they made 'em.”

"Damn, alright. Then I wish I was Min-No! A billionaire!"

"Minnow billionaire? Done!" The genie snapped his fingers, and the scene transformed.

"What... what is this... what is that stench? And what the bollocks has changed?"

“This is the aroma of a billion minnows now chillin' in your yard.”

"What the hell? That's not what I wanted. I just wanted cash to pull in the chicks, and now I got a pile of rotting fish in me yard! How's this gonna help me get tits?"

"Do you want tits?"

"Feck yes! I want a couple of lush tits."

"Done."

"What? Where? Oh hell, why the hell did you give ME a pair of tits?! How hefty and soft... and sensitive they are..." Ethan grumbled, g****ng the unfamiliar additions, "You mug! Change everything! I look like a right freak!"

"Sure you wanna use your last wish this way?"

"Yes!"

The genie clapped his hands and vanished into thin air. Ethan, now sporting the name Ethaniana, stood bewildered and grappling with the sudden changes.

Forgetting the bizarre wishes, Ethaniana shifted her focus to the pressing matter at hand—what to do with a billion minnows now scattered across her yard.

...

If you asked me if I'm thrilled with the shitshow that went down a year ago, I'd spit out a big fat "no." I'd swap out every damn detail if I could. But hell, even in the middle of this mess, there's a slice of silver lining, or so they say.

I'm still cussing out Margot and her idiotic wish in that damn cave. Thanks to her, I'm dealing with these damn hills on my chest every damn day. Half a year it took me to figure out how to sleep on my side without feeling like I was suffocating on my own damn anatomy. My whole life, I was a belly sleeper, but these melons made it feel like I was bedding down on a bed of rocks. And my days of pounding the rugby field as an athlete? Shattered dreams. Now, I'm stuck pretending to be this dumb, grinning doll whenever the husband shoots me a glance – apparently, it's the secret code to getting what I want without being bombarded by a million questions.

But, take a peek through the cracks, and you'll see I'm parked in a plush mansion. Married to Mr. Moneybags. Sex? Well, that's a different story. Turns out, it ain't half bad when you quit fretting over the fact that you're stuck in a woman's skin. Life's a lot simpler when you accept you're gonna be rocking a pair of double-Ds until the end of days.

Today, he reluctantly drags me to a food court for a burger binge, and there I am, flashing that silly grin again. Oddly enough, I'm actually happy because, for once, he listened and took me to this greasy haven instead of some highfalutin restaurant. You've got no clue how sick I am of all that fancy, elite grub.

Sure, I miss my old life. Veronica, my first love, now God-knows-where in the form of a damn dog. But life bulldozes on, and somehow, I find myself on the brink of motherhood. It's absurd, really. I never envisioned this, never thought I'd be uttering the words "going to become a mother soon." But as I said before, this is my life now.