Carlos POV

Chapter 7: Chief’s Office (Carlos’s POV)

This body is fucking incredible.

I sat on the edge of the chief’s desk, crossing Terry’s thick thighs slowly so the pencil skirt rode up just enough to show some soft, tanned skin. The tight white blouse was unbuttoned one more button than it should’ve been, letting her heavy mature tits strain against the fabric. I could feel how hard her nipples were. Every little movement made them rub against the cloth and sent sparks straight down to this greedy new pussy.

The chief — Captain Morales — couldn’t take his eyes off me. Perfect.

“Captain,” I purred in Terry’s sweet, slightly breathy Canadian voice, leaning forward so my cleavage practically spilled into his face, “I’m just a silly tourist who made a stupid mistake. Surely a strong, handsome man like you can help a lady out?”

He swallowed hard, eyes glued to my tits. “Señora… this is highly irregular. But… tell me more about what happened.”

I smiled like a horny MILF and placed my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “We were just having some fun. Drinking. Maybe smoking a little something. Next thing I know, the police are on us.” I leaned even closer, letting him smell Terry’s perfume mixed with the scent of her warm skin. “I’d be so grateful if you could make this all go away.”

His hand moved to my knee, then slowly slid up under the skirt. I parted Terry’s thighs just a little, encouraging him. “You’re very beautiful for a woman your age,” he murmured, voice getting thick. “Very… experienced looking.”

I laughed softly and guided his hand higher until his fingers brushed the damp crotch of Terry’s panties. “Mmm, I’ve had plenty of experience. Would you like to see just how grateful I can be?”

The chief was breathing heavier now, completely distracted. His fingers rubbed my new pussy through the fabric, making me bite my lip. Dios mío, this body got wet so easily. I was soaking his hand already.

While he was busy groping Terry’s tits with his other hand, squeezing them roughly and groaning at how soft they were, my eyes scanned his desk. There it was — sitting in a clear evidence bag right next to some paperwork.

The stone.

My heart jumped. I kept moaning softly, pretending to love his rough hands on “my” body. “Captain… that little rock over there. The dark one with the strange carvings. Can I see it? It’s mine. A silly souvenir. I’d do anything to get it back.”

He was too far gone to think clearly. Still fondling one of Terry’s heavy tits, he picked up the bag with his free hand and passed it to me. “Just a quick look, señora…”

The second my fingers closed around the stone through the plastic, I felt that familiar electric warmth. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand, making sure we were both touching it.

The flash hit hard.

When the world stopped spinning, I was standing behind the desk in the chief’s stocky, powerful male body. My new cock was already half-hard in his uniform pants from all the groping.

Across from me, Captain Morales was now trapped in Terry’s curvy, middle-aged body. He looked down at the heavy tits spilling out of the open blouse, the pencil skirt, and let out a horrified scream in Terry’s sweet voice.

“¡¿Qué mierda es esto?!” he yelped, grabbing at the massive breasts in panic. “My body! What did you do?!”

I grinned with the chief’s face and adjusted my new cock. “Thanks for the help, jefe. These tits are all yours now. Enjoy them.”

He tried to lunge at me, but stumbled in the heels, tits bouncing wildly. I laughed and pressed the intercom button on the desk.

“Release the tall blonde woman from holding and the guy we brought in earlier. Personal orders. Now.”

I looked down at my new strong male body, then at the panicked chief now stuck as a horny middle-aged white woman, still groping at his own tits in shock.

Phase one complete.

To be continued in Chapter 8…