"I'm calm..." smiled Anita "I'll just prove my point."
She looked at Sammy intensely "Since you think your body has nothing to do with your success, and that I was stupid to ask for bigger boobs let's make something simple : we trade places. Let's see how you'd feel in my shoes!"
Before they could ask for an explanation, Anita was already recording :
"Sammy got my puberty and I got hers, meaning she's short and flat while I'm taller and bustier."
The change was immediate. Mark stared in awe as Sammy started shrinking, and her breasts deflated on her chest, even her ass losing a bit of its sexy curve. Sammy was looking around in panic, the up at Mark who was staring down in shock at her, going lower and lower, as the 5'6 girl was losing one inch almost every second, until she stopped as a short-legged, 5'0, flat version of herself. Her face hadn't changed, but her body was definitely messed up. And if Sammy wasn't chubby, she had still more fat than Anita, and without the breasts... her body looked to go with it, she looked... bad. Her dress changed accordingly into baggy clothes, hiding her lack of curves.
"Anita, you..."
The moment Sammy turned to shout angrily at Anita, she faced... breasts.
Tightly packed in a bra probably even pushing them up, they were hidden by a white dress. And inside this dress was a thin body, a narrow waist and now, long, long legs... and at the top, Anita smiling proudly, looking like a supermodel. Sammy's curves on her thin body looked amazing. It made them look even bigger, and now, Sammy and Anita had their roles reversed : Sammy was the one to have her eyes right above Anita's ample cleavage.
"My, my, my... staring at what I stared at for so long?" Anita said.
"Anita! Give back MY BODY!" exclaimed Sammy.
"Oh, but I will. The little dictaphone game is... paused until you admit you want your body back BECAUSE it's better to be tall and chesty than short and flat."
Sammy looked at her like she insulted her.
"You want me to say I was wrong?!"
"Yep, that's all I ask." Anita smiled.
"Uh... then that's simple..." Mark intervened.
"No IT'S NOT!" Sammy said "I was RIGHT! And I am! You just never accepted your body! You always looked at what you didn't have!"
"Oh, yes, your usual, progressive stance "All bodies are beautiful". Then be my guest, Sammy. Why would you desire your body back if all bodies are equal in beauty? Yours makes me happier and mine doesn't change a thing for you, right? So... here's the deal : the game is paused. Until you admit you were wrong and I deserve to be taller and bustier, or you prove me you're right through... accepting the exchange of bodies to be definitive."
Sammy froze. "I..." she stuttered "I need time to... adjust to..."
"Oh, right. As much time as you want!" laughed Anita. "Now, have fun!"
She pushed Sammy's head in her cleavage, and laughed louder when the now weaker Sammy struggled to have Anita release her from her forced embraced. Then, Anita smiled at Mark.
"And I'm sure you just appreciate the both of us the same way, Mark, right? Now, while you "adjust", Sammy, I have a party to attend... this body deserves to dance somewhere in town!"
Sun Jun 23 00:00:00 2019