The swap

Chapter Two: The Swap

The hum intensified into a blinding white light that swallowed the living room whole. For a split second, Dick felt every atom of his borrowed body unraveling. Then silence. A heavy, disorienting weight settled over him.

He blinked. The world looked taller. His hands—her hands—rose, and Dick stared at the long, elegant fingers with manicured nails. Sally’s hands. He flexed them, feeling the unfamiliar lightness.

“Oh hell yes,” came a deep, booming voice—his old voice. Sally-in-Dick’s-body stood up, towering, and patted down the rumpled shirt and khakis with a massive grin. “Finally! These shoulders. This height. I’m getting the hell out of here before this wears off.” Without another word, she bolted toward the hallway bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The sound of frantic exploration and low, satisfied laughter echoed faintly from inside.

Dick—now in Sally’s voluptuous body—stood up unsteadily. The motion made his hips sway, heavy breasts jiggling under the thin tank top. Between his thighs there was only a warm, smooth absence and a slick, sensitive slit already growing damp from the sensory overload. The lacy panties rode up, pressing fabric against puffy lips.

Tommy and Harry stared, jaws slack.

“Whoa,” Tommy said. “Dick? You okay in there?”

Dick’s new voice came out husky and breathy. “This body… it’s incredible.” One hand drifted up, cupping a full breast through the fabric. The nipple hardened instantly, sending a hot jolt straight to his cunt. He squeezed, thumb circling the stiff peak, and a soft moan slipped from his full lips.

Harry’s eyes went wide. “Can we… uh… touch them? Just to see what they feel like?”

Dick glanced down at the generous cleavage, then shrugged with a wicked little smile. “Why not? They’re not mine.”

That was all the invitation they needed. Tommy stepped forward first, hands tentatively cupping the heavy tits from below, lifting and squeezing. “Holy shit, they’re so soft but heavy…” He kneaded them firmly, thumbs brushing over the nipples until they poked obviously against the tank top.

Harry moved in on the other side, more eager, groping one breast with both hands and pinching the nipple. “These are awesome. Way better up close.”

Dick’s breath hitched. The attention made his new pussy throb and leak. He arched his back, pushing the breasts harder into their hands. “Mmm… harder,” he encouraged in Sally’s sultry voice. Tommy pinched both nipples at once, rolling them, while Harry slid a hand under the tank top to feel skin-on-skin. Dick’s knees weakened. Slick arousal coated his inner thighs as his clit swelled, aching for friction. He bit his lip, eyes fluttering. “That feels… fuck, that feels good in this body.”

The two kept enjoying themselves—squeezing, bouncing, and teasing the sensitive tits—while Dick panted and squirmed, lost in the perverse thrill of his crew freely playing with Sally’s hyper-responsive form.

The bathroom door suddenly flew open. Sally-in-Dick’s-body stormed back in, adjusting the front of the khakis with a satisfied smirk that quickly turned to outrage.

“What the hell?!” she barked in Dick’s deep voice. “Get your hands off my body right now, you pervs!”

Tommy and Harry jumped back guiltily. Dick, flushed and breathing hard with stiff nipples and a dripping wet cunt, just gave a lazy, lust-drunk smile.

To be continued in Chapter Three…