One month later

Chapter 16: One Month Later – The New Normal

A full month had passed since we flew back from Mazatlán, and the house had become a full-blown Playboy Mansion of crime and excess.

I woke up every morning in Danielle’s curvy body, already dressed (or barely dressed) in whatever slutty outfit Carlos had chosen for me the night before — today it was a sheer black babydoll that barely covered my ass and left my heavy tits completely visible through the lace. My nipples were almost always hard from the constant friction.

Carlos never left Kellie’s body for long. He lived in it most of the time, strutting around the mansion like a glamorous mob queen. Today he wore a tiny red lingerie set with a sheer robe hanging open, showing off massive cleavage and the curve of Kellie’s ass. He lounged on the main couch with a cigar between his fingers, looking completely at home in my wife’s skin.

Kellie’s friends — Katie, Fiona, and Jenna — were all here too, now controlled by Carlos’s most trusted gang members. They walked around in micro skirts and lingerie, laughing and flirting, their new bodies used as the perfect smuggling vessels. The whole house smelled like perfume, weed, and sex. Girls (and guys in girls’ bodies) were constantly making out or disappearing into bedrooms.

“Morning, baby,” Carlos purred in Kellie’s sweet voice as I walked in. He patted the spot next to him. “Come sit. You look fucking edible.”

I sat down, my thick thighs pressing together. The lace rubbed against my constantly sensitive clit. “Where is she?” I asked quietly for the hundredth time. “The real Kellie.”

Carlos smiled and took a long drag from the cigar. Then he slowly opened the sheer robe wider, revealing a large, rounded pregnant belly swelling out from Kellie’s once-flat stomach.

“I’ve been busy in this body,” he said casually, rubbing the firm bump with one hand. “Who knows who the father is… could have been any of the boys during those wild first weeks. But here’s the best part of my new plan.”

He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with cruel delight. “I’m swapping out of Kellie’s body soon. And you are going to take her place — pregnant belly and all. You’ll carry the baby in your wife’s body while I run things from somewhere more convenient. Perfect way to keep you compliant, don’t you think?”

I stared in horror, my hand trembling as he placed it on the warm, rounded pregnant belly. “You can’t be serious…”

Carlos laughed softly and pulled me closer. “Oh, I’m very serious. You behave, keep dressing like my perfect slut, help me recruit more pretty white friends, and maybe you’ll get to raise the kid one day. Misbehave… and I’ll make sure this pregnant body suffers in ways you can’t even imagine.”

The mansion was alive with laughter, moans, and the constant sound of deals being made. Carlos had turned my wife’s body into the ultimate boss bitch — and now a pregnant one at that.

I was trapped in Danielle’s slutty skin, living in a house full of stolen bodies, while the real Kellie suffered somewhere out of reach.

And Carlos was just getting started.