CONTRACTED CHANGE-10

 CHAPTER TEN - THE FINE PRINT

Ralph stared at Davis.  Half in anger, half in confusion.   His first

instinct was to rise up and hit him, but for some reason he did not.

"Good girl," Davis said. "Violence will get you nowhere.  Now, come

out to my car with me and I will explain."

Davis reached out his hand, and Ralph half-heartedly took it.

As the two stood and headed towards the door, Curt intercepted them. 

"Where the fuck you taking her?" he demanded. "She ain't done dancing

tonight."

Davis reached into his wallet, and handed a $100 bill to Curt, and a

$20 to Amber.

"I just need her...um... services for a few minutes," Davis said. "You

don't mind, do you?"

"Fuck her in the ass for all I care," Curt laughed. "Just get her back

in here in 20 minutes.  She goes back on."

Ralph tried to glare at Curt, but it just came out as a pout.

When they reached his car, Davis walked around and opened the door for

Ralph.  But before Ralph could sit, Davis reached down and pulled the

passenger seat as far back as it could go, obviously in response to

the size of Ralph's tits.  This action made Ralph blush with

embarrassment.

"Sit down, dear" Davis said, "and I will explain."

Ralph wanted to hit him, he wanted to scream out in anger, but instead

he just sat in the car, his huge boobs bouncing uncomfortably on his

chest as he adjusted himself into the seat.

Davis walked back to the driver's side, entered the car, and shut his

door.  He then turned towards Ralph and put his hand on his thigh,

gently stroking and massaging it.

"You will find, my dear, that you are unable to move right now.  I

just think it makes it easier.  Otherwise you won't listen.  But

you're free to talk."

"What do you mean I can't go back," Ralph said. "We had a deal, we

signed a contract."

"That's right honey, there is a contract, very good."

Ralph didn't like the way Davis' tone was now more patronizing than

anything.

"The contract was signed by  Ralph Schuman, giving him the right to

return to your body anytime he wants after one week.  But I've spoken

with him, and he doesn't want to go back."

"But I'm ..." Ralph demanded.  "I signed the contract!"

"I don't think so, Amber."  Your name is Amber Hughes. Isn't it?  If

not, tell me what your name is."

Ralph started to answer, but felt Davis' hands moving up his thigh,

and felt his arousal rising, despite his resistance.

"My name... well my name is Amber in this body, yeah," Ralph said.

"But you know what I mean.  When I was in his body, I signed it... as

him."

Ralph found his brain more scrambled than it had been even earlier

today.  He looked at Davis with a pleading look in his eyes.  In

response, Davis moved his hand up to Ralph's now moist pussy, and

being slowly inserting two fingers in and out in a rhythm, causing

Ralph to close his eyes with pleasure.

"I know it's tough to think straight, Amber," Davis said. "That's

natural, isn't it?  You remember what I told you... don't you? As time

passes, you'd reach into this brain and pull what memories and skills

you need from it.  You saw that happening, didn't you?"

Ralph nodded, his eyes still closed and his breathing deeper as his

pleasure grew.  He remembered how he knew about Mike, how to dance,

how to dress... his relationship with Becky... and even as he thought

of these things, more memories started flooding his mind.

"Yes, very good... think harder, dear." Davis said.  "You see...

memories cannot be shared.  What you remember, Ralph now forgets.  And

what he has come to remember this week.. you have begun to forget. I

gave him a book of really challenging crossword puzzles as a little

gift the other day, I can see from the glazed look in your eyes

tonight that he's been doing quite well with it."

Davis increased the pace of his stimulation, and Ralph felt his own

wetness betraying his anger and confusion.

"That's it, Amber," Davis cooed. "Just enjoy it.  And while you do,

try to remember how much money you spent on those huge tits a few

years ago.. can you? Remember? You were already big, but since you

started to do a few adult films, and you wanted to feature dance, you

knew they needed to be bigger."

These memories did return to Ralph, he could see them. He could

remember the discussions.  The costs.  The procedures.

"Some of this is tricky, Amber," as you're trying to get memories from

the body's original inhabitant, as well as from the time the previous

man... who is now our good friend Ralph Schuman... was in it."

Ralph's eyes opened with a start, giving Davis a confused look.

"Yes, dear... that's right.  I believe his name was Reggie.  Some sort

of hot shot internet executive.  Oh the original Amber was so excited

to change places with him.  And he with her, I might add.  He had your

body for nearly 10 years... some of the best years of your life, I

must say.  What you are getting has a few more... shall we say, miles

on it?  You'll still remember you were a male, you might have some

vague memories of family, of a job... but over time, that's all you'll

have remaining."

Ralph started to speak, but the growing pleasure prevented him from

doing anything but sucking air... feeling his huge tits heave with

each inhale.

"You remember me saying I was in placement, don't you? Is your brain

so fuzzy that you can't recall that?  No matter... we'll discuss that

in a minute... Now, you want to come, don't you?"

Ralph nodded, he wanted nothing else.

"How badly do you want it?"

"So badly," Ralph cooed.

"Then tell me your name, dear... tell me your name."

His mind a whirl of emotion... her mind a whirl of emotion, Amber

opened her mouth slightly and said "Amber"  just as a huge wave of

pleasure over came her.

She barely noticed that Davis had reclined her seat fully, and was now

on top of her, his fingers replaced by his hard cock, his hands both

roughly massaging her sweaty tits.

"Say it again for me, tell me again," Davis demanded. "And think of

all the times, all the places, and all the ways you've been fucked in

your life."

"I'm Amber, I'm Amber," Amber cried. "I'm Amber."

Amber felt Davis thrust one last time, and felt her pussy fill with

his cum, as her mind filled with horrifying, yet comforting images.

As Davis rolled back into his seat, Amber laid motionless... her body

quivering with tiny crashing orgasm aftershocks.

"Sit up," Davis said.  "And you'll want to fix your hair.  You go on

stage in five minutes."

Amber nodded, pulling her seat back up, and pulling the mirror down to

check her hair.

"I don't want to stay like this," Amber said. "I don't want to be

Amber.  Please."

"Well what else could you do, dear.?" Davis said. "What was your name

when you were a man, do you remember?"

Amber nodded her head, in defeat.

"But I do know," Amber said. "That I want to be a man again.

Please... you can do that, right?"

Davis smiled.  "Of course I can, dear.  For $1 million dollars.  You

come up with the cash, and I'll help you find the man.  Of course, it

might be a bit harder for you to come up with the money at your age...

so you better be very aggressive about it."

Amber remembered when she... or whomever was in this body before was

similarly challenged.  That's why she lived with Mike.  That's why she

did films on the side.  Posed for internet porn, whatever she could

do.  She was all about making money."

"I can't do it," Amber cried. "I can't come up with that... it will

take years.  It will take... forever."

"Yes, yes it might, Amber," Davis said.  "And if it takes you another

10 years, those boobs of yours will be to your knees.  And you'd

certainly be too old to dance.  Not sure we'd find someone to take

that body.  Hmmmm, I need to think about this.  But for now, you go

dance.  You don't want to get fired, do you?"

Amber's eyes got wide.  She was on in a few minutes.  She pulled a

tissue from Davis' glove box and tried to sop up the juices running

out of her pussy as she put her g-string back on.  She ran back

towards the club, trying to fasten her bikini top as she did. .. but

eventually had to stop for a few seconds so she could make it clasp.