Life Swap - Part 7 (Final)

The last five months of the study were quite eventful for Hailey.  The thrill she experienced during her Hawg Stop challenge inspired her to attempt other eating challenges.  And so, with a new goal in mind, she took some time off from work and set off on a culinary journey that took her to some of the greatest (and some of the worst) restaurants in Texas.

Some challenges she completed, like the 150 wing challenge in Austin, or the 82 oz. steak in Corpus Christie.  Others she didn’t, like the 47 inch pizza in San Antonio, or the Hell Burger challenge in Denton.  Some of them were so delicious that she completed them multiple times, such as the 7 pound burrito in Dallas and the 7 pound Migas breakfast in Cedar Park.

In total, Hailey must have tried nearly fifty eating challenges over the course of the final days of the study, and she couldn’t have been happier.

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When she finally returned to Dr. Rosenberg’s office at the end of the whole experience, Hailey had no clue what she weighed.  She did, however, know that she was much, much bigger than the last time she’d had a checkup, and despite having his blessing to eat what she wanted, she was still a little ashamed at the massive mound of blubber she’d become.

Dr. Rosenberg did a double-take when he opened the door and saw Hailey standing there in the waiting room, now much too large to fit into any of the office’s chairs.  He led her to the scale as he had so many times in the past, and the metal clanked in protest when the colossal girl stepped onto it.

Dr. Rosenberg began adjusting the weights on the scale, moving them all the way to the right, but the pendulum never moved.

“What’s the problem?” Said Hailey.

“Well,” Dr. Rosenberg hesitated slightly.  “It’s just that this scale only goes up to 400 pounds, Hailey.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”  Hailey said, astonished.

“Follow me.  I have another scale in exam room 3 that goes up to 450.”

Hailey waddled around the corner and into the small examination room where she’d first met Bridget.  Another scale was set up in the corner, with a cord that ran up to the digital readout attached to the wall.

“Step on up.”  Dr. Rosenberg said as he gestured towards the metal square on the floor.
Hesitantly, Hailey lumbered over and stepped onto the scale.  The readout flashed some random gibberish before settling on “ERR”.

“Don’t tell me.  Does that mean-“  Hailey said hoarsely.

“Yep, it means you’re currently over 450 pounds, and I have no way to weigh you accurately.”  Dr. Rosenberg said, simultaneously mortified and dumbfounded.

“Is that even humanly possible?  I mean, that’s like 150 pounds in five months!”  Hailey wheezed.

“I suppose it's technically not outside of the realm of possibility.  That’s roughly a pound per day for 150 days straight.  It’s definitely not healthy in the least, but certainly possible.  Then again, it really won’t matter in the next few minutes, since you’ll have your original body back and Bridget will be forced to deal with… all of this…”  Dr. Rosenberg snickered at his comment.

“Actually, Bridget has already been prepped and is waiting for the procedure to begin, so if you’re ready, follow me and we’ll get this over with.”

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The procedure was similar to the first time, except instead of counting backwards from ten, he had Hailey recite the alphabet.  She got to “F” before she was out cold.

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Hailey woke up once again groggy and with blurred vision.  Then she realized she was still wearing Bridget’s glasses and reached up to take them off.  She gasped when she saw her hand.  It was certainly not the hand she had left Bridget with.  Bridget must have been starving herself from the moment they’d swapped bodies.  Her fingers were thin and skeletal, and she could see the bones in her wrist.  Peering down, Hailey could clearly see her abs beneath her small boobs – something she hadn’t been able to do even before she’d gained all of her weight.  Her clothes hung off of her like sheets draped on a clothesline, and Bridget had obviously not been keeping her wardrobe up to date as she’d lost the weight.  While Hailey couldn’t see her face, she noticed that it didn’t feel like her own face.  It had been so long since she’d had an actual jawline that the entire structure just seemed off.  In fact…

It was just then that the door opened and Dr. Rosenberg appeared behind it.

“Hi, Hailey.  How are you feeling?”  He asked.

“Uhh, doc, I think there’s been a mistake.  I don’t think this is my-“

“Hailey, I’m going to be upfront with you.  We had such a hard time finding a willing second candidate for the swap.  Sure, we had Bridget, but most of the girls that stopped by the office to inquire about the flyer dropped out immediately when they found out what we were doing here.  But then you came along and seemed so enthusiastic.  Most importantly, though, you followed my instructions to a “T”.  Now, I’m not talking about following my orders to eat healthier; that was more of a friendly suggestion.  No, I’m talking about the key instruction, which was to listen to your body and to do what it tells you.”

“Uhh, okay.  So that basically explains nothing.” Hailey said, as her anger began to mount.

“Look, my point is, we needed to see if we could do a double-swap, and you were such a willing participant that I took the liberty of swapping your mind with a second host instead of back to your own.”  

“Why the hell would you do that without asking me?”  Hailey rasped.

“Another girl showed up right after your anesthesia kicked in, and she was ready and willing, so the timing was just right.  I had no way to ask you at the time, so we just made an executive decision and went ahead with the procedure.  Better to ask forgiveness than permission, I suppose.”

“So, does that mean Bridget still has my body?” Hailey asked, all of a sudden more curious than angry.

“No, Bridget is back in her original body, all 450+ pounds of it.  She wasn’t exactly pleased, by the way.”  Dr. Rosenberg smirked a bit and added, “I never really liked that bitch, anyway.”

Hailey couldn’t help but laugh at that comment.

“Your body is now under the control of Bianca, the owner of the walking skeleton you see beneath you.”

Hailey looked herself over again and sighed.  She looked like a concentration camp survivor.

“I’ve actually been thinking,” Dr. Rosenberg continued.  “We really need to see how many successful swaps we can make before the mind begins to experience ill effects, assuming of course that it ever will…  How would you like to work for us full time?  You wouldn’t have to do much, just basically what you’ve done for the past year; the only difference is you’ll be doing it for the next several years.  We’ll of course bring you on at full partner’s salary, and heck, I’ll even continue to comp you for all your meals if you say yes.  So what’ll it be?”

“Weeeelllll,” Hailey said suspiciously.  “This girl does need some meat on her bones, and it would be a better gig than waiting tables at the restaurant for the rest of my life.  What is the salary again?”

“About $220,000 a year, plus benefits.”  Dr. Rosenberg replied.

“Doc, you’ve got yourself a guinea pig.” Hailey said with a smile on her face.

THE END