Seduce the chief

Chapter 4: Seduction Plan

Kellie stopped pacing and crossed her arms, staring at both of us like we were the biggest headaches of her life. “Okay. We need that stone. How the hell do we get into the police station without getting arrested ourselves?”

Carlos — still trapped in Terry’s soft, late-50s body — sat up straighter in the armchair. One of his hands had wandered back to idly petting Terry’s heavy left breast again. He caught himself, muttered “carajo” under his breath, and **** it down.

“I have an idea,” he said in Terry’s sweet Canadian accent, a sly grin spreading across her face. “The captain at that station… I know him. He’s a man who likes older women. Mature, curvy, confident. If I go in there dressed nicely in this body, I can seduce him. Get close. Then I grab the stone, swap with him, and use his authority to release everyone — your body from jail, my old body, Terry’s real body, everything.”

I raised an eyebrow, my heavy tits shifting with the motion. “You want to whore out Terry’s body to the police captain?”

Carlos shrugged, which made Terry’s breasts jiggle. “It’s practical. But I need help. This body is… distracting. And two women working together would be much more convincing.” He looked straight at me in Danielle’s curvy form. “You come with me, chica. We seduce him together. Easy.”

“Fuck no,” Kellie snapped immediately. “Anthony is not going with you to seduce some dirty cop while he’s stuck in my step-sister’s slutty body.”

Carlos gave her a pointed look. “You want your husband back in his own skin? Then we need the stone. And we need this to work.”

Kellie glared at me, then at Carlos, clearly torn. After a long, painful silence she finally sighed. “Fine. But I’m picking the outfits. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I refuse to watch you two fail because you look like cheap hookers.”

For the next hour, Kellie begrudgingly played dress-up with us like we were life-sized perverted dolls.

She dug through Danielle’s suitcase first and **** me into a tight, low-cut black sundress that pushed Danielle’s massive tits up into an obscene amount of cleavage. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and every movement made my ass and tits sway dramatically. She even made me put on strappy heels again.

“Stop fondling yourself,” Kellie hissed as I instinctively cupped my breasts to adjust them.

“Sorry… they’re just so heavy,” I grumbled in Danielle’s husky voice.

For Carlos, Kellie chose one of Terry’s more “sexy mom” outfits — a tight white blouse that strained over her mature breasts (left with several buttons undone), a knee-length pencil skirt that hugged Terry’s wide hips and ass, and subtle makeup that made her look like a sophisticated but horny tourist. Carlos kept sneaking little squeezes of the tits when Kellie wasn’t looking, fighting the constant urges.

“These clothes make the body even hornier,” Carlos complained, adjusting the blouse. “My nipples are so hard it hurts.”

Kellie stepped back and looked at both of us with a mix of disgust and **** approval. “You both look like expensive sluts. If this captain has any weakness for curvy women, this might actually work.”

I shifted in the tight dress, feeling my slick pussy throb from the constant stimulation. “Babe… thank you. I know this is weird as hell.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Kellie muttered. “Just get the stone and get my mom and your body back. And Anthony — try not to enjoy this too much.”

Carlos grinned in Terry’s face. “We leave in thirty minutes. Time to go seduce a captain.”

I took one last look in the mirror — Danielle’s tall, tanned, voluptuous body poured into that slutty black dress — and felt a twisted mix of dread and shameful excitement.

This plan was insane.

But it was the only one we had.

To be continued in Chapter 5…