Curvy Diesel The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Diesel groaned.

His head was pounding. His body ached all over, but not the good kind of ache—the sore-after-leg-day kind. This was weird. Heavy. Off.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the harsh gym lights above. Everything felt wrong. The bench beneath him was too cold. His skin felt tight in some places, loose in others. Something jiggled when he moved. A lot of something.

He sat up—and immediately felt the unmistakable bounce of boobs.

“Wh—what the hell?!” he shouted. Except the voice that came out wasn’t his. It was high. Breathier. Still loud, still Diesel—but unmistakably female.

He looked down and gasped.

His tank top had hiked up over a pair of massive, heavy breasts—caramel-toned, soft, and undeniably real. His waist had narrowed, but below that, his hips had exploded outward in thick, pillowy curves. His thighs were juicy, soft on top and strong underneath. He was short now—maybe 5’2”—and thick all over, especially in the ass. That thing was a weapon.

His abs were gone. Just a slight hint of softness at the belly. His arms looked smaller, rounder, and his hands were now delicate, with long fingers and painted nails.

“Bro… what the hell is going on…” he said again, touching his face. His cheeks were plump. His lips fuller. His eyes big and dark and framed with lashes. And his long hair—dark brown, thick curls—cascaded over his shoulders and down his back in wild waves.

Across the gym, he saw someone else stir. A curvy woman sat up near the leg press, blinking rapidly and holding her chest.

“Hello?!” Diesel called.

The woman turned—and Diesel recognized Rico’s eyes, his tattoos now stretched slightly across caramel skin and a very different frame. Rico now had wide hips, massive breasts packed into a cutoff tee, and a look of absolute shock.

“Diesel?! Is that really you?!” Rico squeaked in a husky, feminine voice. “What the f—?!”

They stared at each other. Two big, busty Latinas with gym bodies and nowhere to go.

“I got tits, bro,” Diesel muttered, cupping himself like he was confirming a hallucination.

“Same! And a fat ass,” Rico said, twisting awkwardly to look behind. “This ain’t funny!”

Diesel stood up unsteadily, his balance off from the sheer weight up top and the sway of his hips. “This some kind of prank?”

“Hell no,” Rico said, tugging her oversized shorts back up. “This is real. I feel everything. And my junk’s gone, man. Like… gone gone.”

Diesel pressed his thighs together. “Sh*t. Me too.”

Both of them looked around. More women—stunned, confused, shell-shocked—were beginning to stir all over the gym floor.

Only minutes ago, it had been full of sweaty, musclebound dudes. Now it was a whole gym of confused, busty women in men’s gym clothes.

Diesel and Rico locked eyes again.

“What the hell happened to us?”