You stand up blearily. You don't know *what* just happened, but whatever was... well, let's just say it left you feeling pretty exposed.
For one, you're currently naked. You can tell that looking in the mirror. Your skin turned to a light caramel instead of its old white, so that's something. There is a mirror of sorts nearby for you to look yourself over. You notice that your legs and your genitals have gotten fatter, but everything from the waist up is as slim and trim as always. You now have heterochromia, one eye blue the other brown. You also notice that you have two tongues laying parallel to each other. Pretty unusual in their own regard, but nothing compared to your biggest change.
Extending from the bottom of your waist is another torso, giving your body a case or centaur-ism. This extra torso belonged to a woman, and a rather obese one at that. Just behind your fattened front legs, her basketball sized boobs hang pendulously. Her massive belly reaches past those mammary flesh balloons, practically brushing the ground. Her gargantuan, beanbag ass cheeks and wide hips... her tree trunk thick thighs... her undoubtedly plump pussy... all of it makes up the lower half of your new body. While it technically explains your fattened front legs, you're not sure how it explains your equally fattened dick and balls.
You stare at your reflection, focusing on your face. You take stock of your youthfully masculine features; roman nose, defined cheekbones, square jaw, short and messy sandy hair. With a thought it suddenly resembles the face of a fat black woman; double chin, rounded cheeks, broad nose, black hair done up in dreadlocks. This must be the face of the woman you fused with.
"Damn," the woman's face says independently of your thoughts, in a voice not your own, "What the heck happened to me?"
Your face snaps back to normal. "I don't know," you say in your voice to your reflection, "Could you tell me who you are?"
"Tabitha," the woman's face answers, "Tell me, why are we naked right now?"
"I couldn't tell you," you admit.
"Why does it look like my body is your ass?" she asks.
"I'm as lost as you," you confess.
"What's *your* name, since we're stuck like this," she inquires, "Start with something you *can* answer."
"Lane," you explain, "My name is Lane."
"Well then, Lane," Tabitha nods, "looks like we're sharing each other's bodies from now on."
"Looks like it," you sigh, "Are you in control of anything?"
"Only when it's my face on our shoulders," she says, in full control of the body as she said. Whoever controls the body is dependent on who's face is showing, it seems.
"Well then," you note, "That's interesting. Can I read your thoughts, Tabitha?"
you hear her voice inside your head,
"Yes, it did," you nod, "I guess it's safe to assume I have the same power?"
Tabitha thinks,
"Relax, relax," you cut her off, holding up your hands defensively, "We'll get food. We just need to find our stuff. My wallet isn't on me, in case you haven't noticed."
"Well isn't that my pocket book laying on the ground over there?" Tabitha takes over, pointing out a couple piles of clothes nearby. She walks your body over it, you obese female lower half jiggling all the while, and bends down to pick it up. Sharing eyes with Tabitha but not being in control gives you vertigo when she bends down to pick up her purse, her clothes, and your things. She opens her purse and pulls out her phone, which seems to have been fused with your own phone judging by the case. Looks like it houses both of your phones' apps, but you both decide to inspect it later. For now, you suppose it's time to get food, but you'd better get clothes on first. You're not sure how, though...