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Chapter 3: The Rock and the Urges

Kellie kept pacing the hotel room like a caged animal, shooting worried glances between me and Carlos. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed, still trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensations of Danielle’s body. The low-cut sundress kept riding up my thick thighs, and every small movement made my heavy tits jiggle and my slick pussy lips rub together.

Carlos — the sleazy vendor now trapped in Terry’s late-50s Canadian body — sat in the corner armchair looking extremely uncomfortable. Terry’s conservative blouse was half-unbuttoned, and his hands kept wandering up to her soft, heavy breasts like magnets. He’d squeeze them, pet them, pinch the nipples, then yank his hands away with a frustrated groan in Terry’s sweet voice.

“Carajo… these things feel too good,” he muttered, fighting himself. His hands drifted back again within seconds, cupping and kneading the mature tits with growing hunger. “So soft and heavy… every time I touch them my new pussy gets wet. This body is dangerous.”

Kellie glared at him in disgust. “Stop molesting my mom’s body, you pervert!”

Carlos gave one more guilty squeeze before forcing his hands down into his lap. “I’m trying, señora. But these urges… very strong.”

I couldn’t help but relate. My own hands had unconsciously moved up to fondle Danielle’s heavy breasts twice already. “Yeah, no shit,” I said in Danielle’s husky feminine voice, still talking like a vulgar guy. “These nipples are insane. One brush and my cunt’s dripping. This body is a fucking pervert.”

Kellie flushed, clearly disturbed. “Both of you need to get a grip. This is my mom and my step-sister’s bodies you’re talking about.”

That’s when the realization hit all three of us at once.

“Wait…” Kellie stopped pacing. “The stone. That weird artifact I bought from the vendor. We all touched it during the chaos with the police. That electric heat… it has to be what caused the swaps.”

I nodded, my massive tits bouncing with the motion. “Yeah. Had to be that fucking rock. It burned right through me when we all grabbed for it.”

Carlos (in Terry’s body) perked up, one hand absently stroking the side of her breast again before he caught himself. “Sí. The stone. The police probably took it as evidence when they arrested your body,” he said, nodding toward me.

Kellie’s eyes lit up with determination. “So it’s sitting at the police station right now. In an evidence locker somewhere.”

“Shit,” I groaned. “We need to get that thing back. It’s the only way to reverse all this. Me stuck in Danielle’s slutty body, your mom in that dealer’s body, the vendor in your mom’s skin… we can’t stay like this forever.”

Carlos squeezed Terry’s tits one more time, then **** his hands down with visible effort. “I will help you. But this body keeps betraying me. These fat tits bounce when I walk and my pussy throbs. I want to finger it so bad right now…”

“Focus!” Kellie snapped. “We need a plan to get the stone back from the police station. Bribe someone, sneak in, whatever it takes.”

I stood up carefully, wobbling in the heels again. My wide hips swayed automatically, ass rolling in that feminine way. “Agreed. But we better move fast before they log the stone or lose it. And before Carlos turns your mom’s body into his personal fucktoy.”

Carlos gave Terry’s tits one last guilty squeeze and sighed. “I’m trying, okay? These urges are very strong.”

The three of us — me in Danielle’s hyper-sexual body, Carlos struggling in Terry’s body, and Kellie still in her own untouched body — started brainstorming how the hell we were going to steal an ancient artifact from a Mexican police station.

This was going to be complicated.

To be continued in Chapter 4…