Getting stoned

Body Swap Story Chapter 3: Getting High

Turtle (in Fiona’s curvy body) sat on the couch in the skimpy nightie, looking completely out of place. He kept shifting around, tugging at the thin fabric, and absentmindedly running his hands over Fiona’s chest and thighs.

Anthony watched for a moment, then suggested, “Look… we’re both freaking out. Let’s just get high and chill for a bit. I’ve got some weed in the drawer. Maybe it’ll help us think straight.”

Turtle nodded eagerly. “Yeah… yeah, that sounds good.”

They lit up a joint and passed it back and forth. As the weed started to hit, the tension in the room slowly eased. Turtle took a big hit, coughed in Fiona’s soft voice, then laughed.

“Man… this body hits different. My lungs are smaller or something,” he said, still sounding like a bro stuck in a woman’s body. He leaned back and casually cupped Fiona’s breasts again, squeezing them lightly. “These things are heavy as hell. How does she walk around with these all day?”

Anthony chuckled, feeling the weed relax him too. “I don’t know, man. But you keep playing with them like they’re stress balls.”

Turtle grinned stupidly and gave them another squeeze. “They’re kinda fun though. Like built-in fidget toys.”

They both started laughing harder, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting them. Anthony reached over and gave Turtle’s (Fiona’s) chest a quick, playful poke.

“See? They’re squishy,” Anthony said, cracking up.

Turtle laughed even harder, then accidentally dropped the joint on the floor.

“Shit—” he muttered, and instinctively bent over to pick it up.

As he did, the short nightie rode up completely, revealing the tiny black thong Fiona had been wearing underneath. His ass, round and smooth, was fully on display for a moment.

Anthony burst out laughing. “Dude! Your wife’s ass is just… out there. Nice thong, by the way.”

Turtle quickly sat back up, face red, tugging the nightie down. “Shut up! This body is impossible to control. Everything jiggles and rides up. I feel like I’m wearing a fucking napkin.”

Anthony was still laughing. “This is the weirdest night of my life. You’re sitting there in your wife’s nightie, high as hell, grabbing her tits… and I’m just watching.”

Turtle took another hit and passed the joint back, still chuckling. “Yeah… but honestly? These tits are pretty nice. I get why you married her.”

End of Chapter 3.