Beach Blonde Barbie The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Diesel had been mid-set on the leg press when it happened.

One second he was stacked with weights and admiring his perfect pump in the mirror—oiled biceps, pecs flexed like cannonballs, calves like tree trunks—and the next, his whole body spasmed like it’d been dunked in ice water. His vision blurred, the weights clanged off the machine, and then—

Silence.

He blinked, then gasped. But the gasp that came out was not the sound he expected.

It was high. Soft. Almost sultry.

He stumbled up and staggered toward the mirrored wall. The reflection that looked back at him was... impossible.

A tall, stunning woman stood there—long legs, glossy blonde hair spilling past her shoulders in easy beachy waves, glowing tan skin, perfect hourglass shape in a now way-too-tight neon gym top. Her breasts—his breasts—strained the fabric, hips wide and bouncing slightly as she moved.

Diesel blinked. “Yo... what the f—”

That voice again. Like a hot girl at a pool party, mid-laugh.

He reached up and touched his face. Smooth. Sculpted. A little pouty. She looked like a fitness influencer who’d just rolled out of Malibu and onto a Sports Illustrated cover. Diesel turned to the side, eyes wide as his own butt came into view—round, high, juicy. The shorts he’d been wearing were now wedged up tight, clinging to cheeks that didn’t exist five minutes ago.

He grabbed his chest. Just out of instinct. A mistake.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, voice husky and turned-on. The sensation of squeezing his own chest—soft, heavy, ridiculously sensitive—made his knees wobble.

He caught sight of another reflection nearby. Another woman, shorter than him, with caramel-toned skin and a head of tousled curls, staring at him like he was a ghost. Tight black bike shorts, sports bra with serious cleavage, a gold chain resting between her now generous boobs.

“Diesel?” the woman asked.

Diesel blinked. “Wait… Rico?”

The curvy woman stepped closer. Her wide eyes scanned Diesel from top to bottom. “Bro. Bro, no way. That’s you?!”

Diesel gawked at Rico in return. “You too?! Damn, dude, you’re—wait, what the hell—you’re kinda hot.”

“You’re one to talk!” Rico ran a hand down her side, like she couldn’t believe it. “You’re, like... a tall-ass Barbie. Look at that hair. Look at you!”

Diesel looked again. The tight stomach. The long legs. The ridiculous rack. “Jesus... I’m white?”

Rico cracked up. “That’s the first thing you notice?”

Diesel grinned despite himself. “I mean—damn. I look like I just walked off a yacht in Miami.”

They stared at each other for a long moment. Awkward. Flushed. Rico fidgeted. Diesel adjusted his top. Their eyes dropped to each other’s chests, then flicked back up.

“Okay, okay,” Diesel said, holding up both hands. “This is weird.”

“Weirder than weird,” Rico said. “I was doing curls and then... boom. Tits. Hips. It’s like someone flipped a switch.”

Diesel turned toward the gym. “Yo. You think it’s just us?”

A quick glance around confirmed it wasn’t. The gym was full of confused, curvy, transformed women—except that each one was reacting like she had just gotten hit by the same truck. Guys-turned-girls, stretching and gawking, poking at new curves or clutching their heads in disbelief.

Diesel took a deep breath, chest rising dramatically. “Alright. We need to find out what the hell is going on.”