Kellie comes to the party

Chapter 8: Knock Knock, Swap Swap

The room was a total disaster zone of smoke, moans, and bad decisions. Marco — now trapped in Terry’s soft, Canadian MILF body — was still going wild on the couch. He had both of Terry’s heavy tits lifted to his face, sucking loudly on his own nipples like a man possessed, moaning in that sweet middle-aged voice while his other hand furiously rubbed between her thick thighs.

“¡Ay dios mío! This pussy is so wet… I can’t stop!” he gasped, switching nipples with sloppy enthusiasm.

I sat there in Danielle’s curvy body, cigarette between my fingers, tits spilling out of the tiny sundress, too stoned and rolling on ecstasy to do much more than stare. “This is so fucked up,” I muttered in that husky feminine voice.

That’s when we heard it.

Knock knock knock.

“Anthony? Danielle? What the hell is going on in there? It sounds like a zoo!” Kellie’s voice came through the door, sharp with worry and annoyance.

“Shit!” Carlos — now in Marco’s skinny male body — jumped up. His eyes darted to the stone still in his hand. “Quick, hide nothing!”

Before I could even react, Carlos yanked the other buddy — a stocky, quiet guy named Javier who barely spoke any English — over to Kellie’s side of the door the moment she opened it.

The second Kellie stepped inside looking confused, Carlos shoved the stone into both her hand and Javier’s.

The electric flash hit again.

Kellie staggered, blinking rapidly as her body changed. Suddenly she was in Javier’s stocky male form, looking down at her new flat chest and bulge in horror.

At the same moment, Javier was now in Kellie’s body — petite, attractive, American wife curves and all. His eyes went wide with pure animalistic shock.

“¿Qué… qué pasó?!” Javier stammered in Spanish, voice now soft and feminine in Kellie’s tone. Then his hands started moving on their own. He grabbed Kellie’s breasts through her top, squeezing them hard, mouth falling open in disbelief. “¡Qué tetas tan suaves!” He groped them shamelessly, pinching the nipples and letting out a low moan as he felt Kellie’s body up like it was the best gift he’d ever received. His hands slid down, rubbing between her legs, exploring her pussy through her shorts with wide-eyed fascination.

“No! Stop that!” Kellie shouted from inside Javier’s male body, but Carlos was already moving fast.

Carlos (in Marco’s body) grabbed Kellie’s new male arms from behind and quickly tied them behind her back with a belt he snatched off the floor. “Sorry, señora. No trouble tonight,” he said with a grin, shoving her down into a chair and tying her legs too for good measure.

Kellie — now a tied-up guy — struggled furiously. “Anthony! Untie me right now! This pervert is feeling up my body!”

Javier (in Kellie’s body) didn’t understand a word. He was too busy exploring. He pulled up Kellie’s shirt, exposing her breasts to the room, and immediately started sucking on one of her own nipples with loud, wet sounds, groaning in pleasure. One hand stayed between her thighs, rubbing her pussy faster and faster.

I sat there frozen in Danielle’s hyper-aroused body, tits heaving, cigarette burning down between my fingers. “Carlos, you piece of shit… what the fuck have you done now?”

Carlos just laughed, clearly loving the chaos he’d created. The stone sat on the table between us, still warm, still dangerous.

The night had officially become a complete fucking circus.