They find the stone

Chapter 7: Stone Cold Crazy

The room was thick with weed smoke and the heavy, sweet scent of tequila and sweat. The ecstasy had me floating — every brush of fabric on Danielle’s sensitive nipples and dripping pussy felt electric. I was chain-smoking now, lighting one cigarette after another as Danielle’s addicted body demanded it. Carlos (still in Terry’s body) was sprawled next to me on the couch in just those soaked white lace panties, his hands lazily groping Terry’s heavy tits while we passed the joint back and forth.

That’s when he found it.

While reaching for another bottle under the couch, Carlos pulled out the small, dark stone artifact. The erotic carvings seemed to glow faintly in the dim light.

“¡Mira esto!” he said excitedly in Terry’s sweet voice. “This is the magic rock from the street. The one that swapped us. I can feel it… it’s still warm.”

I blinked through the haze. “Carlos, don’t fuck with that thing. We’re already messed up enough.”

But the ecstasy had him grinning like a madman. His buddy Marco — a skinny, tattooed guy who had been at the party the whole time, chilling in the corner and smoking — laughed and leaned in closer.

“Looks like some voodoo shit, man,” Marco said.

Carlos didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Marco’s wrist with one hand and pressed the stone firmly into both their palms with the other.

The electric heat flashed instantly.

Marco’s eyes widened in shock as his body changed. Suddenly he was staring down at Terry’s soft, late-50s Canadian body — the heavy breasts, the belly, the thick thighs. “¡Qué chingados! What the fuck?!” he screamed in Terry’s polite, middle-aged voice. “I’ve got tits! Big fucking mom tits!”

Meanwhile, Carlos had swapped into Marco’s younger, skinny male body. He looked down at his new flat chest and grinned, grabbing the bulge in Marco’s pants. “Much better. This dick feels strong.”

But Marco (now in Terry’s body) was completely losing his mind. The combination of the swap and the lingering ecstasy hit the new female form like a sledgehammer. He cupped Terry’s heavy breasts with both hands, lifting them up toward his face with wild eyes.

“Oh shit… they’re so soft and heavy…” he muttered in that sweet feminine voice. Then he did it — he bent his head down and sucked hard on his own nipple, moaning loudly like a total slut as his tongue swirled around it. “Fuck! They’re so sensitive! I’m a girl now… I have a pussy!”

He switched to the other nipple, sucking and biting sloppily while one hand shoved down into the front of the damp lace panties, rubbing frantically at Terry’s pussy. His moans grew louder and more ****. “This feels so fucking good! I’m fingering a cunt… my cunt!”

I sat there in Danielle’s curvy body, cigarette dangling from my lips, tits heaving as I watched Kellie’s mom’s body go full degenerate self-exploration mode right in front of me. The sight was so perverse it made my own borrowed pussy clench and drip even more.

“Carlos… you fucking idiot,” I groaned in Danielle’s husky voice, still sounding like a vulgar guy. “We’re never fixing this shit now.”

Carlos — now in Marco’s skinny male body — just laughed and picked up the stone again, eyeing it with fresh hunger.

The night had gone from bad to completely unhinged.