Front Desk Guy (?) The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by deleted_user

Diesel’s bare feet slapped against the smooth gym floor as he stomped toward the lobby, his borrowed towel fluttering behind him. His thick dark hair, now falling in a shiny curtain over one eye, stuck to his temple with sweat. His thighs felt unfamiliar, soft but firm, brushing together as he moved. His chest still bounced with every step, barely held in check by the crossed arms holding up the tank top. It was hard to ignore how everything jiggled now. Even his damn butt had bounce. He hated how aware he was of it all. Everything seemed just slightly taller than it should be now, affording to his shorter stature.

Rico followed close behind, looking just as awkward. “You think Logan might know something?”

“He’s the front desk guy. He sees everyone come and go,” Diesel said. “And he's a little weirdo. If anyone was messing with tech, my money’s on him.”

The two of them pushed through the doors to the front area.

The gym lobby was dead quiet—eerily so. There were no gym-bros talking supplements. No clanging from behind the protein smoothie bar. Just the faint whir of the ceiling fan.

And soft moaning.

Diesel slowed, motioning to Rico. The sounds were coming from behind the front desk. They stepped forward, peeking around the edge.

There, half-slumped in the staff swivel chair, was Logan.

Only… not Logan.

She had full, bouncing breasts barely contained by a cut-off gym tank, short shorts riding high on thick, creamy thighs, and long red hair tied up in a loose, messy bun. Her fingers were under the hem of her shorts, moving in slow, curious circles.

“Ohhh shit,” she whispered, eyes half-closed, head lolling. “Is this what a clit feels like? It’s fucking awesome…”

Diesel’s mouth dropped open. “Logan?!”

The girl shrieked and pulled her hand out, scrambling to straighten up. Her face was flushed, her lips plump and wet, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. “Diesel! Rico! I didn’t—I wasn’t—” She struggled to sit up straighter, crossing her arms over her chest to hide how hard her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. It didn’t help.

“You too?” Rico asked, voice tight.

“Yeah, I—I guess,” Logan said, staring down at herself. “It just happened. I was here… I felt this weird pulse, like a shockwave, and then boom. Boobs. Ass. This thing between my legs. I couldn’t stop touching it.”

Diesel groaned. “Dude, come on.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Logan squeaked. “It’s like—I don’t even know! My whole body is wired different. And I still feel like me, but everything feels… better.”

Rico shook her head. “Any idea what caused this? You see anything? Anybody sketchy come in? A Swaptyx truck? Something?”

Logan paused, thinking. She tapped one long fingernail against her full lower lip. “I saw something weird. Right before it happened. A blue light. Like, really bright. It flashed across the whole lobby for like half a second. Then I blacked out. Next thing I know, I’ve got double D’s and I’m having the best orgasm of my life in a desk chair.”

Diesel winced. “Gross, bro.”

“Sorry,” Logan muttered, still squirming. “But you’ve gotta try touching yourself. It’s crazy. I couldn’t stop.”

“Not happening,” Diesel muttered, crossing his arms. That only squished his own new breasts together, and he quickly dropped them again.

“So what now?” Rico asked.

“We find more people. Get answers. Maybe someone else saw something. Maybe it’s Swaptyx. Maybe a satellite blew up or some tech went sideways. But I’m not staying like this.”

Logan was already distracted again, hand drifting down her stomach. She caught herself, blushing hard. “Right, yeah. Let me know what you find.”

Diesel turned to Rico and nodded toward the main gym. “C’mon. Let’s see who else got hit with this thing.”

Rico grimaced. “If anyone’s still sane.”

They both looked back at Logan, who was already biting her lip, hand disappearing below the waistband of her shorts again.