Investigating the New World The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by deleted_user

Greg's new reflection stared back at him, every jolt of breath making his oversized preacher shirt twitch and his giant breasts bob. He couldn’t make sense of it. His once-sturdy body, the shape he had spent decades shaping with hard work and prayer, was now reduced to a...a doll. A fragile, curvy, overly sexualized doll, a woman trapped inside the body of a short, top-heavy caricature.

His heart thudded erratically. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. This had to be some kind of sick joke, a nightmare he’d wake up from.

But no—his reflection in the garden shed mirror didn’t blink, didn’t change.

With shaky legs, Greg tore his gaze away from the mirror, taking a few halting steps backward, then a sharp breath. No. He had to act. This wasn’t just some hallucination. It was real. Real. And if this was happening to him, then it was happening to other men as well. It had to be.

There had been reports on the radio—brief snippets, chaotic blurbs—before everything went quiet. Reports of men across the valley, all over Palo Alto, being turned into women. But no one knew why, or how, or what to do about it. Not yet.

Greg felt his chest heave, the pressure on his bust making his breaths feel strained. The shirt had to be the first thing to go. It was unbearable, both in terms of size and discomfort. He tried to yank it down over his hips, but it was too big, like a sack, and didn’t go where he wanted it to. His massive breasts bobbed awkwardly as he shifted, feeling as though the shirt could slide right off him at any moment, exposing his newly transformed body to whoever was around. The very thought made him feel exposed, naked even, despite still wearing his clothes.

There was no way he could go outside looking like this.

With a sigh, Greg forced himself to the door, his small feet slapping against the hard floorboards of the garden shed as he clumsily made his way toward the house. His heart was pounding. It wasn't just the shock of his body—his legs wobbled. His chest jiggled with each step, and his tight jeans didn’t help matters.

The garden seemed so...distant now. It was a safe place for Greg, where he could work and think. But it wasn’t safe anymore. It was like his entire world had been shaken to its core.

He needed to get inside. Figure out what the hell was happening.