New plumbing

Chapter 3: New Plumbing and Suitcase Surprises

We barely made it back to the hotel room before my new bladder started screaming at me. Danielle’s body apparently didn’t give a shit about timing. “Fuck, I gotta piss,” I grumbled in that husky feminine voice, still sounding like a dude who’d had too many beers. Kellie gave me the most horrified look I’d ever seen on her face.

“You’re not serious right now.”

“Dead serious, babe. This body’s got needs.” I wobbled toward the bathroom on those stupid heels, hips swaying way too much, tits bouncing like they were trying to escape the sundress. Every step made my slick pussy lips rub together. By the time I got inside and locked the door, I was already half-aroused from the friction. Great. Just great.

I hiked up the dress, stared down at the smooth, tanned pussy between my thick thighs, and tried to figure this shit out. Sitting on the toilet felt weird as hell — legs spread, heavy tits resting on my belly. I relaxed… and nothing happened at first. “Come on, you stupid cunt, work with me here,” I muttered vulgarly. Finally the stream started, but it sprayed everywhere like a broken hose. I panicked and tried to aim with my fingers, which only made me accidentally brush my clit. A sharp, unwanted jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Goddamn it!” I yelped in Danielle’s sultry voice. By the time I finished, I was flushed, my new pussy was wet from more than just piss, and I felt ridiculous. I wiped carefully, moaning involuntarily when the toilet paper dragged across my sensitive lips. “This body is a perverted nightmare.”

I came out of the bathroom still adjusting the dress, only to walk straight into more chaos.

The sleazy vendor — now stuck in Terry’s late-50s Canadian body — had apparently gone snooping in the bathroom across the suite. He emerged grinning like an idiot, holding up a pink hairbrush. The handle was shiny and suspiciously wet.

“Much better than my old dick, eh?” he announced proudly in Terry’s sweet voice, which made it ten times funnier and more disturbing. “This new pussy takes the whole brush nice and deep! Very soft inside. Like velvet.”

Kellie looked like she was about to throw up. “Oh my God, put that down! That’s my mom’s body you sick fuck!”

I couldn’t help it — I laughed. A high, girlish laugh that pissed me off even more. “Jesus Christ, man. At least buy the body dinner first.”

The vendor just shrugged and gave Terry’s tits another squeeze with his free hand. “Free vacation upgrade. I like these big mom tits too.”

Kellie turned to me desperately. “Anthony, please go change into something… less slutty. I can’t deal with you looking like Danielle on spring break right now. It’s too fucking weird.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, heading to Danielle’s suitcase. “I’ll try to tone it down.”

I opened the suitcase and immediately regretted it. The entire thing was a slutty bomb went off. Micro bikinis, thongs so small they might as well be dental floss, sheer cover-ups, tiny denim shorts, and low-cut tops that looked painted on. I held up what I thought was the most conservative thing I could find — a slightly longer sundress with thin straps and a plunging neckline.

“Uh… babe?” I called out. “These are the less slutty clothes. Everything else is basically string and nipple coverage.”

Kellie groaned. “Of course it is. She’s such a whore.”

Digging deeper, my hands closed around a small baggie of white powder. Cocaine. Nice. And right next to it, three different dildos — one thick and realistic, one curved with a vibrator, and a smaller pink one that looked well-used. I held up the realistic dildo like a trophy.

“Found her toy collection,” I announced semi-vulgarly. “And some blow. Danielle was living her best life down here.” I gave the dildo a little wiggle, watching it flop. The motion made my own borrowed pussy clench with strange interest. I quickly put it down before I did something stupid.

Kellie stared at me — at her step-sister’s body — fondling a dildo while wearing that skimpy sundress, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “This is my nightmare. My husband is stuck in my slutty step-sister’s body, playing with her sex toys, while some random Mexican **** dealer is fisting my mom’s pussy with a hairbrush next door.”

I shrugged, which made my heavy tits jiggle. “At least I’m not the one brushing my teeth with someone else’s cunt right now.”

She threw a pillow at me. “Just… put some clothes on. And stop touching the tits so much!”

I grinned despite everything, already feeling my new clit throb again. “Easier said than done, babe. These things have a mind of their own.”

The night was still young, and Danielle’s body was clearly just getting warmed up.