A Rude Awakening

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"Ugh! Fuck meeee! You're so tight!"

A cacophony of sounds jolted Chloe awake. Ughhhh. Her head was pounding. Was Ryan here..? And.. something was wrong. Why was her mom's alarm clock so loud? Her chest felt heavy. There was something tickling her shoulders, too. She lifted her hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes, still only half awake, but something scratched her forehead.

"Ow! What the..."

In all the body swap movies she'd seen, the characters took a minute to notice something was wrong. They got out of bed and walked to the mirror for comedic timing. This was completely different, and entirely impossible to sum up. EVERYTHING felt different - the puffy lips, the weight on her chest, the locks of auburn hair dangling in her face. Even her voice was wrong. She was in her mom's bed, and she was wearing fake nails, and...

"Oh, god, no. Nonononono."

Chloe flung off the silky, unfamiliar bed sheet, staring down at her body as she tried to process a thousand different sensations. She was unmistakably staring down at her mom's buxom frame, draped in lacey black sleepwear. Whenever she tried to move her hand, her mom's hand moved along with it. The acrylic nails that had scratched her forehead brushed against each other, making little clicky noises.

"Am I dreaming~?"

The words dripped out in her mother's sultry alto. It wasn't really a question. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic dream she had ever experienced. The impassioned voices were still continuing in the background, piercing through the thin bedroom wall. One of them was definitely Ryan, but the other was unfamiliar.

She carefully slid her mother's body towards the edge of the bed, trying to avoid as much unnecessary jiggling or rubbing as possible. The sheer nightie wasn't making it easy. When she finally reached the edge, she lurched into a standing position, using the bed and the bedroom wall to steady herself as she wobbled back and forth, figuring out her new center of gravity.

"MOM? RYAN? HELLO?" she called out from her mom's bedroom.

The voices didn't stop. Chloe stumbled forward, leaning against the wall. Her mom's pendulous fake tits tugged downwards, bouncing with every step. If she was in her mom's body, and the voices were coming from the other side of the wall, then-

"Fuck yeah! Fuck this teen pussy!"

Chloe lilted out of her mother's room and into the hall, rushing for her bedroom door. The sculpted contours and lines of her mother's cheeks contorted into slack-jawed disbelief as she took in the scene.

"WHAT. THE FUCK."

*****

Rebecca had always been vocal in bed, and she brought the trait with her to Chloe's body, mewling and groaning in her daughter's voice as Ryan plunged deep within her. Vaguely, she knew that her old body was standing in the doorway, pleading for them to stop. She just didn't care. Age made you forget the vitriol, the powerful energy of youth. She had pounced on Ryan as soon as they got back, only punctuating the frenzy to get a few hours of sleep.

"MOM! FUCKING STOP!"

Rebecca dropped her hips, enveloping Ryan. She stayed like that for a few seconds, gyrating and grinding against him. A haughty smirk crawled across her daughter's face. Her face, now.

"Hmm? What do you mean, 'Mom'? I'm Chloe. I don't listen to my poor concerned mother, and I just looove sneaking away to play with Justin. Isn't that right?"

Chloe slumped against the doorway, gobsmacked by the lengths her mother was willing to reach just to hurt her. Ryan, creepy Ryan, who was old enough to be her father, was happily having his way with her. He grinned at her as Rebecca bounced up and down, pleasing him with every inch of her stolen body. His fingers danced across Chloe's form, tugging at her nipples and caressing her lithe curves.

"H- how? Why?"

Rebecca laughed.

"Oh, right, I never told you. Ryan works for the swap clinic. He did a little after hours job for me last night."

The swap clinic? Chloe racked her brain. It was a recent creation. Within the last five years, it had grown from a small startup to a global phenomenon. Locations had begun to pop up across the country. At first, people were **** to accept the company's outlandish claims, but the results were undeniable. Full body or personality swaps were surprisingly rare. Most clients only wanted one or two things changed.

"Wha- you took me to the swap clinic? That's illegal! You- you can't do this!"

Rebecca just smirked again. There was a long process of consent and liability before any swapping was supposed to take place. Stories of backstreet swaps and black market body sales had eventually scared the government into passing basic legislation. It was a good first step, but the actual effectiveness was doubtful. The clinics were almost always overwhelmed, even the small local one. A lowly technician sneaking in at night wouldn't raise any alarms.

"Listen, honey. I'm just doing what I know is best for us."

Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing. This wasn't just narcissism. It was insane. She was being lectured from her own body as it was **** to pleasure her mom's boyfriend. How did they.. fuck. Was it the tea?

"Complete physical swap," Ryan piped up between thrusts. "twenty percent mental swap. Makes it easier to adjust."

The explanations did nothing to calm Chloe.

"STEALING MY BODY is best for us? What the hell is this?? He's- he's not even wearing a condom! STOP!"

Rebecca's smirk gave way to a wide-mouthed expression of pleasure as Ryan pressed his fingers into Chloe's snatch, rubbing her clit from behind.

"This is- haah - just what I mean, young lady. You need to - fuuuuck, yes, baby - learn some respect. I need to keep my boyfriend happy, and don't you think your poor mother deserves a break from that wrinkly old skin?"

Chloe couldn't watch this anymore. She turned her head away, covering her eyes with the same slim fingers that had been taunting her at breakfast yesterday morning.

"No. NO! This is fucked! I'll.. call the police! And report you to the clinic!"

The threats were empty. Trying to report illegal swaps was extremely difficult.

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck yes, baby. AH! AHH! YEAHHHH!"

Rebecca was barely listening. She was preoccupied with the intense sensations coming from her daughter's pussy. Ryan sped up, flicking her clit while he eagerly ravaged her inexperienced walls.

"HARDER! YES!"

She bucked and writhed as Chloe's orgasm washed over her. Ryan managed a few more thrusts before the convulsions pushed him over the edge, too. He barely pulled out in time. Hot cum spurted up with abandon, landing on Rebecca's belly. As they basked in the new sensations, it dripped down her legs and onto Chloe's defiled bed.