Wrong skin, wrong walk

Chapter 2: Wrong Skin, Wrong Walk

The electric heat hit like a lightning bolt straight through my chest, then everything went white for a split second. When my vision cleared, the world felt… off. Heavier. Softer. Completely fucking wrong.

I looked down and saw two massive, tanned tits straining against a skimpy low-cut sundress. They rose and fell with my panicked breathing, heavy and full, the dark nipples already stiff and poking obviously through the thin fabric. My hips felt wide as hell, thighs thick and rubbing together. Between my legs there was nothing — just a hot, slick, empty slit that was already getting wet from the adrenaline rush.

Holy shit… I’m in Danielle’s body.

“Fuck me,” I muttered, but it came out in Danielle’s husky, feminine voice. Still sounded like me though — deep tone, semi-vulgar, all guy. “This can’t be real. What the hell just happened?”

Danielle — now in my male body — was staring down at the bulge in my shorts with pure panic. “What the fuck is this thing?!” she yelled in my deep American voice, hands hovering over the unfamiliar cock like it might bite her. She shifted awkwardly, clearly hating the way it was starting to harden.

The police didn’t give a damn about any of that. They saw a guy (Danielle in my body) who’d been smoking the joint and hauled her off in cuffs despite her frantic cursing. “Hey! Get your hands off me, you bastards! This isn’t my dick!” she shouted as they dragged her away. I watched my own body getting shoved into the back of a police car, tits bouncing as I tried to run after them.

Big mistake.

I was still wearing Danielle’s strappy heels. My new wider hips and ass threw off my entire walk. Instead of my normal masculine stride, I ended up with this awkward, swaying gait — tits jiggling heavily with every step, ass rolling in a way that felt way too feminine. “Goddamn it,” I growled in that sultry voice, nearly twisting an ankle. “These fucking heels… how does she even walk in this shit?”

Kellie stood frozen beside me, staring at me — at her hot Canadian step-sister’s body that I now controlled — with a mix of horror and jealousy. “Anthony…? Oh my God, no. You’re in her? This is fucked up.”

Terry was gone too. She’d been yanked into the vendor’s scruffy male body and hauled off in another car, yelling the whole time. The sleazy vendor, now stuck in Terry’s late-50s female body, was standing a few feet away groping her tits through the blouse with a dirty grin. “These are nice and soft, eh?” he mumbled, squeezing them openly.

Kellie looked like she wanted to puke. “We have to get out of here. Anthony — I mean… you. We need to get back to the hotel and figure this shit out.”

I nodded, but every movement felt alien. My heavy breasts bounced and swayed as I tried to keep up with her. The constant friction of the dress on my sensitive nipples sent little sparks straight down to my new pussy, which was getting slicker by the minute. Without thinking, one of my hands drifted up and cupped one of the big tits, giving it a squeeze. “Jesus Christ, these things are heavy as hell,” I said vulgarly, still talking like my old self. “Feels weird as fuck… but kinda good too. Shit.”

Kellie shot me a glare. “Stop that! I hate seeing you in Danielle’s body, okay? It’s too fucking weird. She’s my step-sister.”

We made it back to the hotel somehow, the vendor (in Terry’s body) trailing behind after we bribed him with promises of free tequila and a safe place to hide. He kept fondling Terry’s tits the whole way, clearly enjoying his new assets.

Once we were in a private room, Kellie locked the door and paced. “Okay… what the hell do we do now? Danielle’s in your body in jail, Mom’s in that dealer’s body, and this pervert is in Mom’s skin. This is insane.”

I sat down on the bed, wincing as my new ass and thighs spread out. The movement made my pussy lips rub together, sending another involuntary rush of wetness. I crossed my legs, but that only made it worse. “Maybe it was that fucking stone,” I said, my male brain still processing everything through Danielle’s sultry voice. “The one Kellie bought. We all touched it at the same time when the cops showed up. Had to be that weird artifact. Felt like it burned right through me.”

Kellie nodded slowly, eyes flicking over my borrowed curves with conflicted heat. “Yeah… it was warm. Erotic looking too. We need to find it. But first we have to get Danielle — I mean, your body — out of jail. And deal with… whatever this is.”

I caught myself staring hungrily at Kellie, my new clit throbbing at the sight of her. One hand unconsciously slid back up to squeeze my tit again, pinching the stiff nipple. A soft, feminine moan slipped out before I could stop it. “Sorry, babe. This body’s… really sensitive. Keeps wanting attention.”

Kellie flushed, clearly hating how turned on she was getting despite herself. “We’ll fix this. Somehow. But right now, you need to stop groping Danielle’s tits in front of me.”

The night was only getting started, and my borrowed body was already burning with needs I didn’t know how to handle.