Amy came to, feeling woozy. She quickly realised she couldn’t move at all, her whole body feeling… well, she couldn’t feel it at all! The room around her was dark, the only light the dim glow of a couple of blinking monitors. “Hello?” She tried to mouth but it was like no air was travelling out to make the words audible.
After some time of waiting silently, only able to blink, the lights flickered on as Jack returned with a cup of coffee. She began to frantically mouth, but he just flashed her a smile and walked over. “Oh, you’re awake, good. Sorry, you need to be conscious before we ‘turn on’ the body,” he ‘explained’. What was happening?! “Do you want to have a peek first?”
He wheeled a floor mirror over, turning it so Amy could see. A look of shock appeared on her silent face. She could see around her neck a lurid red scar, already healing surprisingly quickly. The scar from being planted onto another body! From the neck down, she had been transplanted onto a completely ludicrous body. She looked a little chubbier, with significantly more heft on her much-wider hips and ass. She was slightly taller, maybe 5’4’’? But the horror was on her chest. Her tits were huge and hung low, each one larger than her head and capped with pink nipples with appropriately huge areolae. She looked like a freak, her teenage girl head on this mid-twenties wank fantasy. She was completely naked, apart from a pair of giant hoop earrings. Her ears hadn’t even been pierced when she came in.
Jack either didn’t notice or was ignoring her frantic facial expressions, as he took an admiring look at his handiwork. “I think you’re going to take well to Christy’s body. Damn, bet you never thought you’d look like this.” His hands manhandled those hefty breasts, showcasing them for the mirror. “44H. Goddamn. And this body!” He gestured at the pussy between those thick thighs. “Would you believe thirty different men have been in this?” Amy could have screamed. She was in the body of an absolute tramp!
Jack moved around to fiddle with something behind Amy. “Alright, this might feel a little weird as her spinal cord integrates with your brain stem. So you’ll get a lot of Christy’s muscle memory, it’ll make the transition smoother.” There was a strange fizzing sensation, and then… oh god, she could feel it, like it was her own body! Oh god, her back! Even supported upright in this restraint, they were so heavy! To alleviate it, she lifted up these unfamiliar arms, supporting their massive weight. As she did so, she let out a relieved groan. Or so she’d thought, it came out as a slutty moan of lust.
Jack smiled down at her, albeit, a little less tall than he’d seemed before. Amy had gained a few inches of height. “So, how do you feel?”
Amy looked into the mirror and let out a horrified scream.
After a lot of tears and explaining the misunderstanding, Jack made a lot of supportive, thoughtful noises, and then, after a long silence, spoke.
“Well, Amy,” he licked his lips. “Unfortunately, this is irreversible. And you did sign the waiver. This technology isn’t cheap, we do expect our money’s worth.”
“Y-you, you can’t expect me to be a porn star!”
“We can. You owe us rather a lot of money for the surgery, if you don’t fulfil your contract, we’ll sue you. Whereas, if you do, you’ll get rich with us. And in no world can we turn you back. This is permanent. The surgery doesn’t work twice.”
“Wait, so I’m stuck like this?!” Amy squeaked, a look of alarm on her face not echoed by how her body instinctively moved. She palmed her giant knockers from below, proffering them lewdly as her lips involuntarily formed into a slutty pout. “With these big filthy knockers, that men just want to stuff themselves betwee- oh!” Amy managed to slap her own hand away before she could give her own chest a flirtatious slap.
Jack suppressed a chuckle. “Well, you’ll get a bit more used to your body’s instincts over time, obviously, y’know, it’s been trained to do porn. But you haven’t, so you’ll need to learn to manage its instincts.”
“I don’t even think muscle memory works like this!” she protested, locking her knees together as her hand tried to wander down between her legs to her- no, to Christy’s!- much-abused pussy.
“Well, it’ll make it a lot easier in the short term, your first few videos, rather than the whole ‘poor me’ routine, I imagine you’ll slip into porn mode once the camera’s turned on. Which is good, we thought we’d film something today.”
Amy’s eyes went wide. “Film something!?"