Danica and Evan tackle a new assignment, a swapper at the beach

It was a few months after that job at the restaurant. Evan and I hadn’t seen any work since then, which isn’t actually all that unusual. It’s not very often we need to be sent after someone, and the company pays us to be on call even when we’re not actively hunting. Believe me, this job is pretty cushy if you can land it.

I sat in the driver seat of our car as I waited for the go-ahead to begin the mission. I felt a little silly sitting in this big black SUV wearing nothing but the red bikini and the slightly large tie die that were my disguise, but protocols are protocols. My mind drifted back to the aftermath of our previous job.

It took a full week for the lab team to reverse all the changes that guy had made. I guess I couldn’t blame him, there was only one man on the team, and I could see how being stuck in a room with four slutpets would make it difficult to focus on your work, but still. I guess in some ways it’s lucky that we had a man on the team at all. If we didn’t it probably would have taken even longer for their bimbo brains to put everything back into place.

That was a full week of Evan taking care of me and the two other women(Whose real names I had since learned were “Shanon” and “Clarice”) that he had had to “adopt” from that creep. Walking me around naked. Out in public. My bare tits and pussy on display for the world. Sucking and fucking whoever wanted it.

I grew aroused at the recollection. Ok, so maybe it was super hot. Still doesn’t mean I want to do it 24/7. Although, not to brag or anything, but about a month ago I had managed to get permission to borrow a device from the company, and Evan and I had finally recreated that night on the cruise ship like we always wanted to. The feeling of squeezing his cock between two breasts larger than the rest of my body was simply exquisite. Anyway, ever since we fulfilled that fantasy I had a new dream of recreating our whole “slutpet-owner” thing from the week after the restaurant.

Right, sorry. I should keep on topic. I’m just trying to catch you up so you know what happened since we last talked.

There’s one more important thing I should probably mention. While the lab team had managed to undo nearly everything that guy had done, there was one change that was proving stickier. At some point in the night, he had randomized the sex and gender of everyone in the world.

They explained it to me in the debriefing, but I’ll be honest I couldn’t fully follow the technical side. All I knew was that they had to “reverse engineer” the device’s “quantum mental RNG seeding”, whatever that meant. They had been picking the guy's brain for the past three months trying to work it out. I wasn’t sure how metaphorical that was and frankly I was afraid to ask. I tried not to point out that it’d probably be easier to get information out of him if they took him out of slutpet mode. Honestly I think they just keep him like that out of spite for making their jobs harder. Well, that and I had caught a couple of the girls passing him back and forth when they thought nobody would be in the lab.

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A shake from my watch jolted me out of my reverie. I momentarily panicked that something had already been changed, but luckily it was just a notification that we were good to start the mission.

Evan and I got out of the car and did our customary start of mission self assessment.

I thought of myself as a pretty normal girl. But of course, almost everyone does, don’t they? 5’11”, long brown hair, blue eyes, light skin. I’m no bodybuilder, but it does help to be pretty in shape for this job. For completeness sake, I’ll also mention my breasts are c cups and my butt is quite petite.

I looked to Evan. The picture of perfection. 6’5”. Cropped blonde hair. The trunks he was wearing left his washboard abs out in the open. It wasn’t visible right now obviously, but I knew he was hiding 8 inches in those trunks. God was he sexy. If we weren’t already dating I’d be hitting on him for sure.

We reviewed the case files. This device was some kind of “swapper”. Apparently it was one of our newer models. Able to swap any two things without anyone being the wiser. The real trouble came from the target. They had already sent another team after her, and they hadn’t reported back for a full week. That meant that she knew we were coming, and was already well acquainted with the device. Evan and I would have our work cut out for us.

We hooked our arms and walked the short distance from the parking lot to the beach, trying to look like any other ordinary couple here for some fun on a bright Monday afternoon.

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That one wasn’t a message from HQ. It’s go time.

We set up in a nice central spot on the beach, perfect for keeping watch over the whole area. I pulled the large tie-dye over my head and laid down on our towel, trying to look like I was doing some sunbathing while I observed the other beach-goers. My half had three groups to watch over.

First was a woman sitting alone, sunbathing like me. I cringed a little as I made that comparison. She was wearing the tiniest little slingshot bikini. If I didn’t know better I’d expect you could see her nipples on either side of her top. I guess if you’re trying to get a tan you need as much skin showing as possible. Look, like I said last time, I try not to judge, but let’s just say I’d never be caught dead in that thing.

The second group was playing some beach volleyball. It was a team of two guys vs. two girls. I had only just started watching but I could tell the guys were outmatched. I’m not an expert or anything, but even I could tell their form was sloppy, and they kept getting thrown off balance by their unrestrained jiggling tits. It probably also didn’t help that they were more focused on their opponent’s flat, hairy chests beneath their ill-fitting bikini tops than the game. Typical men.

Finally, there was a pair of people, a man and a woman, a ways off in the water, seemingly just enjoying swimming back and forth. The woman’s long red hair splayed out behind her in the water making her very easy to spot.

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Another swap happened somewhere. I glanced back over at my subjects. Sunbather. Volleyball. Swimmers. None of them appeared visually different, but of course they wouldn’t to me. More importantly, all of them were preoccupied. The sunbather hadn’t moved an inch since I started watching her(Actually, I couldn’t even see her eyes behind her sunglasses. It’s possible she was asleep.), The volleyball group had been in the middle of a play, and the swimmers… Well, I guess they technically could have it since I can’t see their hands, but trust me you do NOT want to know what happens when one of these devices gets wet.

A subtle tap on the shoulder from Evan drew my attention. “Target spotted. 9 o’clock.” He whispered.

I took a surreptitious glance in that direction. Sure enough, clear as day, there was a woman in a green two-piece bikini, holding a device in her hands. She was looking over at a man walking his dog. I had to stifle a laugh. He had stuffed the dog into this ridiculous looking sling bikini.

We had to play this right. She had already avoided one of our teams, so being subtle on the approach was everything. If she thought for even a second that we were working to that same goal we could be swapped to oblivion before we even knew it.

Evan took my hand in his and we started a leisurely stroll down the beach. “Don’t look at her,” I thought to myself. “She’s just another person, and you’re just part of a perfectly average couple enjoying a nice day on the beach.” We didn’t walk straight to her, obviously. Instead we set a course that would take us to the end of the beach, then back around towards her from behind. Hopefully that way it looked like we were just circling the beach rather than trying to get closer to her specifically.

Then disaster struck. Against my better judgement, I looked at her again. We made eye contact. From the dawning look of recognition in her eyes I knew we were made.

“Shit! Evan, don’t-”

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I sighed in disappointment. The seagull we had been trying to catch and eat flew away, leaving our prospects of a good meal dismal. Oh well, back to the main task of finding the device. As Evan and I dejectedly walked back to our towel I noticed a nearby stray cat sprinting away from the beach at top speed. Something must have spooked it I guess.

I returned to my spot lying down, once again passively observing my half of the beach.

“Excuse me?” I turned to look at the approaching voice, and saw a woman with nice tanned skin and a green two-piece walking towards us. She held out her hand cordially. “Hi! I’m Emma.” Evan shook her hand suspiciously. “Evan. Look, whatever mlm you’re about to sell us, we-”

Emma interrupted him “No no! It’s nothing like that. I just thought you two looked fun, so I wanted to get to know you! Do you mind if I join you?” Before even waiting for an answer, she sat down on the towel next to me.

Evan and I exchanged a look. Having some stranger sitting with us would make it difficult to maintain the secrecy that was required for this mission. I spoke up first. “Sorry, but -”

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“Of course you can, babe!” our girlfriend Emma sat happily between Evan and I, and we each wrapped an arm around her affectionately. Having only two of the throuple aware of the critically important mission would definitely be a problem, but we really couldn’t justify turning her away right now. Not after she went through the trouble of buying matching bikinis with me! She’s so sweet.

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I felt myself growing wet. Shit, now? My overactive libido chose the worst moments. My mind couldn’t help but drift back to the week Emma and I had spent as Evan’s pets. Fuck, the memory was so hot. I couldn’t wait to get out of here so I could tear Emma’s bikini off and-

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Pound her and Evan’s pussies like there’s no tomorrow. I thought for a second I felt pinpricks in the back of my mind, but I was too horny to focus on that. My dick grew uncomfortable in my tight bikini bottoms. I felt like half the whole beach could see my bulge. Fuck, why hadn’t I worn something looser?

Evan coughed. “Ahem. Dani, you notice anything… weird? Here?” He glanced down at his body. Oh, shoot. That change must have affected him in some way. I tried to be professional and assess his body objectively but all I could think about was rubbing myself along his rock-hard abs and tasting the juicy pussy I knew was just below those trunks. Emma’s hand on my thigh wasn’t helping.

Emma leaned towards Evan. “Aw, baby, is everything alright?” her other hand moved to Evan’s face as they kissed.

“Yes, honey, it’s nothing.” I could see the blush creep across his face as the light kiss turned closer to a full make-out. I’m sure I wasn’t doing much better as Emma’s fingertips danced across my bulge.

I had to distract myself. I went back to observing the other beachgoers.

The sunbather had sat up now. Based on how she had taken her sunglasses off and was rubbing her eyes it seemed my guess that she had fallen asleep was correct. Her bare breasts-

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Were covered by the same slutty oversized tie-dye shirt and red bikini that hid her entire body. God, I wished I had the confidence to wear something so daring.

I shuddered as Emma’s hand went from gently brushing against my junk in a plausibly-deniable way to actively gripping my bare cock. “P-please. Babe. There’s people around…” My words contradicted my actions as my dick grew even harder and I made no attempt to move her hand away. Emma’s adventurous and exhibitionist nature had gotten us in trouble a few times over the years, but that same nature is what led Evan and I to open our relationship to her in the first place.

Her piercing green eyes locked onto mine. “Trust me, sweetie, I don’t think anyone will care.” I was struck by her absurd beauty as if I was seeing her for the first time.

I tried my best to not look like I was focusing on how Emma was jacking me off. Luckily my sunglasses should disguise the pleasure in my eyes.

Focus. I looked away again. The four teens were-

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Still sitting there, swimsuits around their knees, jerking each other off like before. The busty boys were still woefully outmatched, visibly on the verge of cumming while their female partners barely seemed to be feeling their inexperienced fingering. I took a moment to admire the exposed ass of one girl who was trying to give the boy tips on how best to stroke her pussy while she expertly maneuvered her manicured hand up and down his cock.

I heard a little giggle from Emma. Turning to look, I had to stop myself from audibly gasping as she set a volleyball down on the sand. “Emma!!” My face radiated with embarrassment. “What if someone sees you?”

What had been a barely audible giggle turned into a full laugh. “Ok, ok. If you insist.” She kicked the vulgar thing down the sand, landing near the entrance. Phew, that was close. Can you imagine if my girlfriend got caught playing volleyball at the beach? I shuddered at the thought.

Emma returned to sit between me and our boyfriend. “Say, Evan, you wanna finger me?”

Evan’s attention was drawn from watching a group of teens on the other side of the beach. “Sure, sounds fun. Don’t do me back though, I’m pretty tired.” He must not have wanted to be distracted while he kept an eye out for the device. Emma stood back up, and pulled her bikini bottoms down and off, allowing Evan easy access to her pussy. I thought taking it all the way off was a little too risque, but I didn’t say anything. Evan inserted a finger and started lazily moving in and out. I tried to ignore the squelching sound but couldn’t help but get harder and harder. Emma’s soft coos of “mmm, perfect” and “right there” didn’t help much.

Eventually I had had enough. I had to get off or I wasn’t going to be able to focus on the mission. “Emma? Babe? You got room for one more?”

Without a word, Emma gripped my exposed penis tightly. I let out a long, lustful moan involuntarily. “Uagh. Th-thanks…”

Emma’s skilled ministration allowed me enough focus to turn my attention to the final group I was supposed to be watching, the swimming couple who were just now getting out of the water. The woman was using a towel to dry her-

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long, straight, brown… Hair?

I felt the pinpricks in my mind. That one hit me. Something was different. I set about looking myself over. My long legs, which I had just shaved that morning, still stretched in front of me, twitching in pleasure from Emma’s work. On a similar note, my eight inch cock still stood right where I expected it, my girlfriend’s hand wrapped around it. My tits, usually the first thing to be changed, still looked the same as always, capped with my(according to Evan and Emma, anyway) cute nipples. My sopping wet, fiery red hair cascaded down my back.

Wait. Sopping wet? I pulled a lock of it in front of my face. Yep. My hair was soaked. It happened when I… When I… When did my hair get wet? I looked around for any sources of water. There was the ocean, obviously, but barring an incredibly precise tsunami I didn’t think it could reach me from ten paces away. There was the small puddle forming under Emma’s pussy but that clearly wasn’t big enough to soak my hair all the way through.

I looked back at the girl who had just climbed out of the water. The hair on her head was perfectly dry. MY hair was perfectly dry. Everything clicked back into place. I could feel the device’s memory alteration fail to take hold in my skull. I had won.

I had to capitalize on this moment. This device was a lot more targeted than most of our others. If I had been changed, it was because the user had specifically chosen me as a subject. Who here would have a vested interest in changing mine and that woman’s hair around?

I considered if her boyfriend could have done it. Maybe he was more into brunettes? But no, they had just been in the water, and we would have way bigger problems if he had the device in there. Nobody else was looking at the couple, which meant they had to be targeting me.

I was shaken from my concentration by Emma’s hand tightening as she leaned on me for support while she came. A thought entered my head. A terrible thought. What if Emma was the one with the device?

A million ideas jumped in front of me to justify why that couldn’t be the case. Surely she would have told Evan and I, right? Even if she wasn’t aware of what we really did for work she wouldn’t want to hide this from us. No, she would never have used it on me without asking first. Right? But you don’t get far in this job without at least a basic trust for your intuition.

Maybe this won’t be so bad, I thought. I was sure that once I explained how dangerous the device was she would just hand it over to us willingly. Heck, maybe this could be the catalyst for us to finally tell her exactly what it is we do for work, and who knows where things could go from there. I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to confirm if she even had the device first.

I leaned towards Emma, nestling my face into her neck and putting on my best puppy-dog eyes in exactly the way I know she likes. She was shimmying her bikini bottoms back up her legs with one hand and continuing to jerk me off with the other. I was getting pretty close, so I considered letting her finish me off before I went through with this, but no. If I was right, this really couldn’t wait.

“Hey babe?” She slowed her expert strokes as I called her attention. Internally my body screamed at me to drop the idea. To just get release first. But I fought it back. “You’d tell us if you found something incredible, right?”

Her face darkened in a way I had never seen before, confirming all my worst fears. Her grip quickly tightened from pleasurable to hurtful, causing me to yelp in pain. “You fuckers just don’t know when to quit, do you?” The pain in my heart from hearing her say that was even greater than the pain in my dick.

Evan stood up. “Woah, hey, Emma, Honey, don’t do anything you might regret.”

But Emma wasn’t listening. She pulled the device out of her bag(How did I not notice how often she had been fishing around in there earlier?) and backed away from me and Evan.

“Babe! Please-”

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Emma adjusted me back into place, my hands covering her pussy and my cock nestled nicely between her cheeks, protecting her modesty. She hadn’t actually finished putting me all the way back on before she had that argument with her boyfriend and girlfriend. I had to try my hardest not to cum as her ass shifted around my sensitive and sore dick. If Emma had a wardrobe malfunction because her bikini bottoms couldn’t handle their job and got soft I would be thrown out for sure. She fiddled with Evan’s grip on her tits before speaking out loud, although I wasn’t sure to who. The only people nearby were her boyfriend and girlfriend and they didn’t have ears.

“Whew. That was a little too close, wasn’t it?” She patted Evan’s head. “Messing with you two was fun, but next time I’ll probably just stick to getting you out of the picture first. Wouldn’t want to risk losing this thing.” She brandished the device like a loaded weapon. Of course, of all the people to have the device it had to be the woman who owned me.

Emma picked up her boyfriend and girlfriend and stuffed their nylon bodies into her bag along with her boyfriend’s trunks(which seemed a little rude but I guess they weren’t complaining) and started to walk away. This was bad. If she got to the change room and took us off it could be weeks before she took us out of the closet and we got another shot. I internally cursed. If only swimsuits could talk so I could form a plan with Evan. But no, I was just going to have to act and hope he could follow my lead.

With no time to lose, I started to move. My number one priority at all times was covering Emma’s private bits, like any good bikini, but I still had to distract her enough to get the device away from her. With no other options to accomplish both of those I did the only thing I could think of.

“OOF! He-hey-ey! What’s- what are you doing back… fuck, back there??” It worked. I had momentarily removed my cock from between Emma’s asscheeks, leaving her exposed for as little time as possible before I slammed into her exposed asshole. My ass now acted as the covering on hers, keeping her decent once again.

“You- th-that’s… How can you even-?” My plan might have worked a little too well, actually. My repeated thrusting motions shook every part of her body, and before she could recover her composure the device went tumbling out of her hands.

“NOOOOOOO!” Emma screamed externally and I screamed internally. Evan needed to grab that thing before it hit the wet sand beneath our feet(I hadn’t noticed earlier, but the sopping wet hair Emma swapped onto me had formed a puddle under us.), but both his hands were occupied keeping Emma’s tits covered. He tried to shift one of them into his mouth and reach out but he just couldn’t make the exchange fast enough without risking leaving Emma uncovered.

BZZZZZZZZZT!

Eleanor’s watch made a warning sound I hoped never to hear. That meant a nearby device had undergone some kind of critical error. Every device acts differently when they experience a mechanical failure. Some of them just plain stop working. Some of them fire off a few dozen times before shutting down, some of them remove even the user’s awareness of their effects, and I’ve heard of at least one case of an entire city block and everyone/thing in it being deleted from existence. Luckily, I could be pretty confident we weren’t in that last case because we were still here.

Before I could even consider what had changed I dove to the ground to recover the device before my swim trunks could. Incidentally, this also caused me to slip out of my trunks, who fell onto the sand, leaving me completely naked. But at that point I couldn’t care less.

The feeling of the sand on my dick was rough, but I had done it. The device was under our control. Eleanor stood nearby, shocked. Despite everything, I could see her bare cock become hard at the sight of my ass, which I took a little pride in.

Of course, the naked girl screaming and fumbling around in the sand drew some attention. The boys who had been fingering each other earlier started cat-calling. The man who had my hair was trying to get his drooling boyfriend to look away. The woman being walked by her husband wrested her leash from his grasp and bounded over, just excited to see what the crowd was about.

Eleanor started doing damage control. “Alright, folks. Nothing to see here. Move along. My girlfriend just had a little wardrobe malfunction, and if you keep staring everyone will think you’re a creep.” God, I loved the way she emphasized the word girlfriend. The effect was probably diminished slightly by her erect 4 inch cock broadcasting that she was also interested in me, but the crowd did slowly start to disperse.

A modicum of privacy afforded I slipped my swim trunks back on, and immediately started cumming in her pussy. Damn, I didn’t realize how worked up I was. Luckily, Emma was a very high quality model, so even as my cock softened her legs locked around my ass keeping us bound tight without any leaking. I appreciated the feeling of my swimsuit’s boobs against my own as Eleanor leaned in, resting her head on Emma’s as we shared a celebratory smooch.

Right away we got back to business. While Eleanor called HQ, I started examining the device to see if it had been damaged. Superficially it seemed ok, but I had no way of knowing if some internal component was broken. Experimentally, I tried swapping my short, curly, red hair back onto my head-

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-and confirmed that the device at least still works. I patted Emma’s ass as I felt her unload inside my pussy again. I didn’t know what she had been swapping while she had the device, but apparently it was sexy enough to have her cumming for the fourth time since I put her back in me.

Eleanor finished her call. “Well, they aren't too pleased about the damage, obviously, but considering they already lost a team to this case they’re just happy we got it back at all.”

We walked off the beach hand-in-hand.

Mission Complete.