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It was an average day in the house. The human was using their Dateviators to interact with objects all around them, flirting with their personifications. They were having fun, it seemed. They likely thought it was the most wild and chaotic thing that could have happened to them.

But Lucinda Lavish was bored. Boredom was a terrible thing. Happiness, anger, sadness, lust, jealousy. These were emotions she relished, because they made her feel alive. But boredom did quite the opposite, and she hated it.

Sure, she could appear to the human before they can interact with the object they actually chose. But they’d just want to hear her repeat the same sexy voice lines over and over again. And at this point, it’s gotten boring.

Luckily, Lucinda knew just who to go to. While the human was downstairs, she appeared in the bedroom and interacted with the dresser. A collection of pixels suddenly appeared in front of her and formed into a vague humanoid shape. It was hard to keep track of, but it clearly had a head with a swoop of hair, a flat chest, two arms, and two legs.

The redhead smiled brightly. “Daemon!~ There’s my favorite little bug~ You look so sexy today- did you get new pixels?~” she asked with a flirtatious and sultry voice as she admired his glitching body.

Daemon stared back at her neutrally. This wasn’t a shock, since she was always neutral. “What do you want.” It wasn’t a question, but rather four words said, one after the other. Well, it would be. Lucinda couldn’t really hear people’s voices, since she was written after all of the dialogue had been recorded, so it was all like telepathic messages to her.

“Well… I was thinking of spicing things up~ Remember that time you swapped some sprites around?~” she asked as she approached him, her curvy body only inches away. She could feel the static of their pixels in the air.

“Yes. The human thought they were crazy when the sink was the fridge. They had to convince themself it didn’t happen” she answered.

“Yeah!~ It was so funny~ But I was thinking… what if you did that… to the whole house?~ Excluding you and me of course~” she suggested with a grin and a glimmer in her eyes.

Daemon stared back at her, no change in their expression. “Okay” he said simply. Lucinda blinked in surprise. She truly thought she’d have to work harder for this- maybe even seduce her.

“Wait, really? You’ll do it- just like that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She really didn’t understand this glitch very well… but she supposed no one did, or else the devs would’ve deleted it.

“Yes. Why not.” Again, not a question. Before Lucinda could continue in this riveting conversation, there was a flash of light. Daemon’s pixels spread throughout the room and beyond, infecting everything. Then, as soon it had started, it was over.

Lucinda blinked and looked around. She had expected to see absolute chaos: the couch where the window should be, the trophy in place of the door, the piano sitting on top of the dresser. But instead, everything seemed normal. Unchanged.

She looked to Daemon with a frown. “What the hell was that? You didn’t do anything!” she said, a little annoyed that the glitch would mess with her like that. He ignored her and simply looked over to the bed.

Lucinda followed its gaze and saw Betty looking down at her own chest with a blush and wide eyes. “I… I’m a girl? W-what…?” she asked shyly, seeming shocked and confused.

It took a moment for Lucinda to realize what had happened. That… wasn’t Betty. It was someone else… in her body. And that’s when she realized that Betty had a new accent- Mexican, she guessed. And since this person was surprised to be a girl, it couldn’t be Miranda… so of course, it was Mateo.

Lucinda grinned widely. The idea of a cute, shy boy in the body of a curvy, voluptuous woman absolutely excited her. She looked back to Daemon and said “Oh you sexy little bug, I could kiss you~”

They stared back at her, neutral as ever. “You could.” Words that didn’t have any intention. Only an agreement that it was a possibility.

Lucinda hesitated at that. Did Daemon *want* her to kiss her? What would that even feel like?

“…Maybe later. For now, let’s explore!~ You and I can observe everyone without them seeing us, so we can find out what’s happened to everyone~” she said excitedly.

“Okay.”

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Lucinda was eager to learn who was in whose body and there was no better place to start than the bedroom, where her and Daemon currently stood, invisible to the other Dateables.

Of course, they had already established that Mateo was in Betty’s body. He decided to go looking for his inanimals, while trying to ignore the way his new breasts jiggled with every step

There were many objects around but Lucinda figured it made sense to start with the ones that she’d see again in different parts of the house. And one of the most frequent objects was the door, so she looked there.

Dorian had an uncharacteristically huge grin on his face and was bouncing up and down. “Oh my goddddd I can’t believe I’m THE Dorian! He’s like, soooo awesome, and now I can see his body whenever I want!~” he practically screeched. This was clearly Fantina, fangirling over her new body.

Lucinda looked to her glitchy companion. “So is she doing that as every door in the house or…?” she asked, imagining the tiny door to the ironing board, or the trap door to the crawlspace… that one probably involved a lot more touching.

“Yes. She is now every door, at the same time. For sake of sanity, we will only see one at a time” Daemon responded neutrally. He didn’t seem to have any stake in this- they were simply… there.

Lucinda nodded and shifted her eyes to the window. To her shock and delight, the short-haired woman was squeezing her own tits like they owed her money.

“Oooh hell yeah, not bad!~ These puppies are real fucking good, I’ll tell ya!~” she yelled out to no one with a grin and a New York accent. This could be none other than the sleazy Vaughn.

Lucinda giggled. “Bet it’s a lot better than his old body… though nothing can compare to mine of course~” she said to Daemon with a wink.

They nodded. “Of course.” Lucinda frowned. She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

Regardless, she moved her attention right next to Vaughn- the curtains and rod. The two black men were staring at each other, with wide eyes.

Curt said “This is me!” and Rod repeated him with “And this is also me!”. They touched each other’s chests and immediately blushed. “This is a weird role…” said Curt, to which Rod finished “…but a fun one~” as their eyes shyly admired each other’s forms.

This was strange indeed. It seemed that Chairemi… was both Curt *and* Rod. Lucinda looked to Daemon. “Wait so… she controls both of their bodies? At the same time?”

The glitch nodded again. “Yes. And she feels them both. They may be two people, but they are one object. And before you ask. The two are now one” she explains, in that cryptic way.

That did indeed answer Lucinda’s question. She was wondering if Curt and Rod were now sharing one body… though she imagined she’d find out eventually.

Her attention now moved to the lamp. Lux didn’t seem very interested in their body, nor their phone, nor their reflection. Instead, they found a candy wrapper and put it on their head. “Eh, a little bit better…” they said. Obviously this was Cam.

Lucinda thought it was funny that the person most obsessed with themself would be possessed by the trash-man. She could only wonder how awful they’d end up looking after some time.

She moved her attention to the bedside table that the lamp was sitting on top of. To her shock, the big burly man was starting to strip, revealing his hairy chest.

“Eh, not bad… let’s see what he’s got going on down here~” he said as he unbuckled his belt. “Fucking prude deserves this shit! I’m gonna jack off and cum everywhere just to piss him off, ha!~” he added with a cruel grin. There was no doubt that this was Rebel, abusing their new body.

Lucinda could feel arousal start to permeate through her own body, the crotch of her leggings beginning to tighten. The idea of such a prudish man doing such lewd acts was making her hard. Not necessarily because she was attracted to Abel, it was just the weirdness and kinkiness of it all.

“Fuck, this is all so hot~ Don’t you think?~” she asked her partner in swapping, wondering if he could even feel arousal.

“Yes.” Her answer was surprising to Lucinda. It seemed that they did find this as sexy as her, though there was no clue to whether their body had physical arousal or not.

She looked over at the mirror on the other side of the room. Amir blushed as he slowly touched his masculine chest and looked down at himself. “Well, this sure is strange. At least I get to learn more about a different culture…” he said in a Canadian accent. Of course this was Gaia, now an Iranian man.

Next, her attention temporarily moved to the bedroom closet, and looked to the shelves. Shelley was looking down at herself and flexing, seeming unsure.

“Well… definitely smaller than my old body, but I feel stronger somehow! Kinda off though… I bet a good piece of pizza would help! Man I’m hungry…” she said before walking out and heading downstairs. This was likely Freddy- only he could be more interested in pizza than being in a different body.

Lucinda then noticed one of the books on the shelves and focused on that. Lyric was looking down at himself… and it soon became obvious who he was when he said “Wall? Wall… wall walll.”

It seemed that not even becoming a book could stop Wallace from saying nothing but wall. She briefly wondered what the implications were, but quickly brushed it off. It didn’t matter, this was just too fun.

Satisfied that she had checked out most of the objects that could be seen just about everywhere in the house, she checked the objects lying on top of the dresser.

First was Diana, who was freaking out, but in a completely different way than normal. She yelled “Damnit, the swarmers used magic to turn me into a dainty girl! How can I beat them now?!”, which of course revealed to Lucinda that this was Luke Nukem.

She moved her eyes to the anime figure, Hero-Hime who was looking down at herself with a smile. “Woahhh, totally bodacious dude! I’m like from one of those anime things!” she said as she poked her own belly. Clearly this was Bodhi, finding another thing from a more modern time to be amazed at. He didn’t seem unhappy at all.

Last on the dresser was the clock. The catboy was slowly, sensually running his hands down his body. “Mmm… very different… but I think I could get used to this~ I wonder if my crush would like me more with this?~” he said to himself as his hand ran across the bulge in his pants. This must have been Betty.

Lucinda realized that if the timing was just a bit different, she would have seen Mateo in her own body. She wondered how that interaction would have gone… perhaps she’d still be able to see it later.

The redhead, still curious and aroused, focused on the secret object hidden inside of the drawer in the bedside table. They found Ben-Hwa, blushing very deeply as they looked down at themself.

“Eeeeep! I’m like, s-s-sexual and stuff 0/////0” they said, somehow getting across the emoticon without any text. This was of course Textbox-Chan, being cutely embarrassed over her sexy, horny body. Lucinda wondered how long it’d take her to enjoy it.

She looked over to Daemon, who still had that neutral expression. “If somebody has really high libido, does that affect their mind or their body? Like, is Textbox-Chan going to be super horny now, or is Ben-Hwa still going to be horny in whatever body they’re in?” she asked curiously.

“Yes” he responded simply, only elaborating when Lucinda frowned at them. “Libido can be both mental and physical. Textbox-Chan will feel strong desires and urges with her new body. Ben-Hwa will still have their own personality and interests, and likely still want to have kinky sex, no matter what their body is” they explained.

That made Lucinda wonder something. “What would happen if someone swapped bodies with you?”

Suddenly, the pixels shuddered and Daemon’s face glitched. “Error. Error. Error.”

“Okayyyyy, sorry I asked…” she responded before moving her attention to the other DLC character, Mikey. Unlike her, he didn’t seem to have the same level of awareness and ability to mess with the game. Sure, he had his gacha system, but he just saw it as his job, so Lucinda didn’t care much more about him than any other object.

Currently, he was flexing and checking out his muscles. “Hmm… strong… but small. Big muscle on small man. I wonder what else is big…” he said in a strong Russian accent. Of course this was Dasha, blushing a little as she curiously looked to her new crotch.

Satisfied that she’d looked at all of the main bedroom objects, she brought her attention back to the closet. Remembering Curt and Rod, she was very excited when she saw the coat hangers, and quickly checked them out.

The Hanks were looking at each other intently, looking around, touching each other, and other objects as well. Hank 1 said “This is very strange…” to which Hank 2 added “Indeed it is.” Hank 3 bit his lip. “I feel so weird…” as his eyes briefly looked to his crotch. Hank 4 said “I need to focus. I… we need to solve this mystery”, and Hank 5 nodded. “Let’s go downstairs to see if we can find any clues.”

Obviously, Maggie possessed all five of the Hanks, and she brought them all to go downstairs to investigate. She looked to Daemon. “Do you think she’ll be able to figure it out?”

“Yes. No. Maybe. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I can glitch her so she forgets it, if I want. I can do anything” she responded, eyes not even looking at anyone or anything.

Lucinda shuddered at that. Maybe it was how kinky everything was and how horny she was, but those words really excited her. The idea that Daemon could do anything they wanted… she’d love to see them go wild with power.

Next, she focused on the holiday decorations in the closet. Holly seemed very confused, continuously speaking. “Woah what’s going on?” she asked, her eyes wide. She looked down. “Oh dudes, we’re a girl!” she exclaimed. Then she smirked and put her hands on her chest. “Niiiiice.” She quickly moved her hands away. “Dude, not cool!”. Then she took a deep breath. “Alright bros, we gotta figure out what’s going on…”

Lucinda laughed. She had *just* seen Maggie go downstairs with the Hanks’ bodies, and now here they were in Holly’s body. They definitely could’ve figured some things out if they had spoken to each other.

“So they’re all sharing the one body… fuck that’s hot. Do they all get different parts? Like one gets one arm, one gets a leg, that kind of thing?” she asked.

Daemon shook their head. “No. They each can take full control when they want. But their personalities are so similar, no one of them is strong enough to hold onto it for long. So they constantly switch control.”

Lucinda nodded at that, her erection throbbing in her leggings. “Mmm… that’s so sexy~ Takes the meaning of ‘5 guys, one girl’ and twists it~” she said with a little giggle to her own joke. Daemon didn’t respond but she swore she could see the pixels at his mouth move somehow.

Next, she looked at the boxes near Holly’s body. Beau was looking her body over with a curious hum. “Oh boy, this is different… wonder if it’ll give me an advantage or disadvantage in any board games!”

Lucinda rolled her eyes. Parker gained the body of a sexy, muscular woman, and all he could think of was board games. She wanted to show him what his new body could do…

God she was horny. Well, only one more item here- the triangle. Tina crossed her arms with a frown… then blushed as she realized she was pressing her arms against her more sensitive chest.

“Well this is just great… I’m in the body of the most dramatic and least likeable object I could be…” she said in a British accent, indicating that this was Dorian. Lucinda immediately imagined him getting fucked by whoever was in Tony’s body. She wondered if he’d change his tune then.

Lucinda took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Okay, that… got me so horny~ But I don’t wanna stop, I wanna see who else is where!~ Let’s go!~” she said with a grin as she moved to the upstairs bathroom and home gym, excited to see what she’d find next. Daemon followed her… and she couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes on her ass as she walked.

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Lucinda and Daemon entered the bathroom and looked around. The redhead figured she’d start with the most prominent objects, with the first being the toilet.

Jean-Loo had a disgusted expression as he looked down at himself. “Smelly, filthy, dirty, awful! How am I supposed to get a job like this? I need to make some huge changes if I want to be able to have an interview” he said before storming off. This must be Willi, as only she’d be so focused on work.

Lucinda’s eyes moved right over to the sink. Sinclaire was touching his strange sink face with a confused expression. “What in the world is all this… not sure I can be the life of the party looking like such a weirdo…” he said in a midwestern accent, revealing this was likely Wyndolyn.

Resting on top of the sink was the makeup so Lucinda interacted with that next. Barry had a frown on his face, though he seemed less concerned with his body itself than the others. “This is very strange. I’ve read plenty of body swapping fanfictions but I didn’t think it could happen in real life. I may need to do some research on this…” This must have been Mac, as they were immediately referencing the internet.

Next was the bathtub. Bathsheba had a blush on her face as she looked down at her body. “No… the great Shadowlord can’t have such a weak, pitiful body!” Well, no guesses needed there. “And… wow, so soft…” he added with a more timid voice as his hands slowly moved up and down his feminine form. She thought it was cute how Skips tried to stay in character, but quickly broke it when seeing his own tits.

Lucinda, still invisible to the objects, then walked over to the bathtub and turned it on. She watched water pour out, and River appeared. She had a blush on her face as she looked down at herself, her watery hands to her side.

“Oh my… I do admit that water can occasionally be a good beverage to pair with certain meals… but I never wanted to *be* this…” she said. This must have been Mitchell Linn, unsure how to react to having this strange, feminine body.

Since it was resting on top of the bathtub, Lucinda then focused her attention on the rubber ducky. Rebel had a strange expression on their face as they looked down at their body. “What is this? This is not Jean Loo! How can the greatest crapper in the world look like a duck??” they exclaimed. Once again, he didn’t notice his own body that was just in the same room. Lucinda wished she could see some interactions between people… but she figured that could happen later once she discovered who was who.

Unlike most of the people in this room, Tyrell didn’t seem horrified, disgusted, or even embarrassed as he ran his hands along his body. “Oooh finally, I can get a hands-on review of male anatomy! I can’t wait to do many, numerous tests…” he said as he rubbed the bulge in his pants. This was most certainly Farya, excited to test out her new male body.

Lucinda turned to Daemon, a new thought filling her head. “Did you intentionally swap people around to mostly be cross-gender? Most men have been in women’s bodies, and vice versa.”

The glitch nodded. “Yes. More interesting that way” he answered, expression neutral as ever.

“Mmm I like the way you think~ Okay I think that’s in the bathroom, let’s hit the gym!~” she said as she moved to the next room, while wondering just how Daemon did think.

Looking around in the home gym, it was pretty easy to find the first target, since the exercise equipment. Dunk was uncharacteristically biting his lip and slowly running a hand across his muscular chest. “Mmm… so much stronger than Dirkie… wonder what he’ll think of me now…” he said in a feminine tone.

Obviously this was Harper, mentioning her boyfriend while exploring her masculine body. Lucinda was excited to see what body Dirk ended up in, and if the two of them would fuck while in their new bodies. They were always known for incredibly loud sex, and she wondered how Harper’s moans would sound in Dunk’s voice.

Next, she looked over to the treadmill. Kristof had a frown on his face as he looked down at himself. “Ugh this is so awkward… being in one of my ex’s bodies is weird. He is super strong though…” he said as he flexed his muscles. This must have been Penelope, based on her demeanor and mention of having dated Kristof.

Lucinda turned her attention to the fan, where she saw Fantina with a hand on her hip, looking on a phone and sneering. “Ummm like, this is *not* right. This hairstyle is totes garbage. I’ve gotta do a maaaaajor makeover stat” she said with an eye roll. This was clearly Lux, immediately dissing their new body.

Next, she looked over to the collection of trophies. Stepford was gently running a hand along his tanned arm with a frown. “I am in the body of a man? Then why do I feel so… soft and… delicate? Well… so long as I can still play my sonata, I guess it is fine” he said with a Nigerian accent, indicating it was Keyes in the body of the twink.

Lucinda always thought Stepford was cute, and Keyes in his body was a very fun combination. Maybe she would show her the fun of her new body later.

She moved her attention to the TV. Telly had an even more surprised expression on his face than most of the other Dateables as he poked his face. “Flesh and blood… unchanging, solid… it can’t shift to what other people want… I like it…” he said softly. This must have been River, glad to have a more physical form.

Finally, she poked her head into the closet where she saw the teddy bear. Teddy’s expression was stern and unamused. “This is *not* a body fit for a goddess. I will find whoever is responsible for this and make them reverse it…” he said, sounding very self-important. This could only be Rongomaiwhenua, forced from her rocky goddess form into a soft bear form.

She looked back over to Daemon, who she almost forgot about. “Looks like we’ve got an angry goddess on our hands… are you worried about it?” she asked, despite knowing the answer.

The glitch didn’t react with their face. “Scoff. No. She is not a goddess, she is a character in a video game. She has no power” she said, her gaze locking onto Lucinda. It felt strange whenever he looked at her, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. She was sure she’d figure it out eventually…

The redhead nodded, not surprised by the explanation. “Alright! Let’s move onto the hallway, closet, and attic- I’m excited to find some more weirdos~” she said with a smile as she walked out of the gym… swaying her hips a bit more dramatically than usual, wondering if that gaze would be on her ass.

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Moving out into the hallway, Lucinda was excited to see who were now inhabiting the bodies of one of the famous couples in the house, so she interacted with Florence first.

The adorable chubby woman was looking down at herself with a faint blush and an uncertain expression. “Mamma mia, this body is ah… quite different than my own…” she let out in a strong Italian accent. Of course this was Cabrizzio, enough of a gentleman to not touch his new body, but certainly having difficulty adjusting to it.

Lucinda switched her attention to the graceful Celia. She was touching her arms with a frown and a cute tilt of her head. “Aww no muscles… well, we can fix that! Just gotta do some exercise!~” she said with a sudden smile, Dunk’s positive attitude coming out even in such a strange situation.

Lucinda looked back to her glitchy partner. “Do you think the two of them will be attracted to each other because their bodies are? The idea of two men making out while in the bodies of two women is so hot!”

The glitch’s expression didn’t change, as Lucinda was getting used to at this point. “Potentially. Their bodies will have muscle memory and innate desires which they may experience as they interact with one another” he answered.

“Excellent~” she cooed before looking to the wall. The large, muscular man was looking down at himself with a contemplative expression. “This is… certainly different. And I can feel something… quite large between my legs… duly noted” he said with a faint blush, revealing this to be Monique.

Next, Lucinda checked the stairs, where Stella seemed a bit upset. “Aww man, this isn’t right… this body feels so wrong and… where’s Towel Buddy?” she asked. Lucinda was glad for that last question, because she would’ve never guessed this to be Tyrell. Mostly because she forgot about him most of the time.

The redhead looked over to the table in the hallway and saw the key on top. Keith appeared, looking at his arms and chest with a frown. “This body is not that of warrior. I must abscond this corporeal form and return to my own, or I shall shape it to match the strength and courage I once held” he said in a flowery but firm tone. This was of course Tydus, who wasn’t particularly happy being in the body of someone older, shorter, and frailer.

Lucinda checked the fuse box closet and of course interacted with the main interest in this area. Volt and Eddie were checking each other out with uncharacteristic smirks. Volt said “Well well, look at this sexy guy~” and Eddie added “You’re not too bad yourself, stud~ Fuck, does this count as a threesome, because it’s me, and these two hunks?~”. In Tina’s accent, Volt replied “Who cares? Let’s make out already!”

As much as Lucinda wanted to watch Tina control two men’s bodies to make out with herself, she was genuinely a bit worried about how aroused she was getting. Her erection was throbbing in her leggings, and she’d be embarrassed if she came from Daemon without even any touch. And besides, she wanted to see all of the Dateables’ first reactions to their new bodies. After she did that, then she’d… find some relief.

The only other object of note in the closet was the toolbox so she interacted with that. She saw Tony seeming a bit nervous. “Eep! This is weird and… I’m late for my next delivery! I hope I can still bring cheer like this!” he exclaimed, a light blush on his face. This was certainly Holly, ignoring her new manly body as much as she could, so she could focus on returning to her work.

Lucinda let out a happy sigh. “Fuck, I’m so happy I asked you for this, Daemon, it’s so fun~ Are you enjoying it too?~” she asked as they walked to the attic together.

The glitch followed behind without taking any steps. “Noncommittal sound. It is better than nothing. Nothing is not. And this is” she answered in that cryptic way they always did. Lucinda wondered if he acted this way on purpose, or it truly was how they were.

“Well… I’ll take that as a compliment on my genius idea and brilliant personality~” she responded with a confident grin, before taking in the musty attic.

She checked out the art piece first, seeing the statuesque man with one hand on his face and another on his chest, absolutely babbling nonsense. “Hard, but fuzzy, like a caterpillar but made of stone- it crawled on my hand and it felt weird. Leaves. When I leave, I’ll be so sad to be away from my friends.” This was of course Diana. It was interesting that she was still burdened by the human’s diary entries despite no longer being physically a diary. Lucinda supposed that was more of a mental issue than a physical one.

Next, she checked out the various keepsakes of the human. She saw Memoria with a frown on her face. “This is… weird. I need a drink.” She said with a sigh, before suddenly smirking and becoming alive with energy. “Oh come on, we can have fun like this~ Imagine how the human will act when we flirt with them~”. This must have been Eddie and Volt, two versions of the same man controlling the same woman. Lucinda wondered what it’d be like to have sex with them- would they keep switching back and forth or would the pleasure unify them? Maybe something to test out later.

She next looked at the board games, where she saw the eclectic man seem a bit disturbed. “Oh no… I’m Parker? Please don’t tell me he’s in my body. I do not want him running my campaigns! Last time we played G&G together, he rolled to see if he’d kill the king… and there wasn’t even a king…” he lamented to himself. This was of course Chance.

Lucinda yawned as she looked to Daemon. “A man in another man’s body is a bit boring, don’t you think? I’d much rather see Chance with a luscious, feminine form~” she cooed. Of course, she didn’t really mind- there was still amusement to be had from the sight. She just wanted to get a rise out of Daemon.

But it didn’t seem like she’d have any luck, as her partner-in-chaos simply looked back at her with his one glitching eye. “There was an uneven gender split” was her simple response. However, that did give Lucinda another question.

“Did you deliberately choose every swap? Like putting Dorian in Tina’s body because she’s so unfriendly, Penelope in her ex’s body for awkwardness, Chance in Parker’s body because he doesn’t like him?” she asked curiously.

“Yes. No. Yes and no. The swaps were randomly occurring, and I generated every possibility again and again, in an instant. Some results did not matter to me. Others were more amusing. This final combination was simply one I found suitable. There are many more” they answered, unmoving as usual.

Lucinda smirked at that. “The more you talk, the more I think I like you, as weird as you are~ Maybe after we exhaust all of the fun with this, we can try out another possibility?~” she asked, loving the idea that after getting used to their new bodies, the Dateables would suddenly find themselves in new ones once again. Maybe some of them could even be in the middle of quite intimate acts.

“Maybe.”

With a shrug, Lucinda turned her attention to the safe, curious who got Sophia’s body. The dominatrix had a very deep blush on her face and was looking anywhere but her chest. “What in tarnation… why is this woman dressed so er… inappropriately? And why do I need to be in her blazing body… ugh, this is more wrong than a 3-legged dog trying to cross the highway.”

Oh, how fun. Abel was in the bustiest, curviest, most lewdly dressed woman’s body. Lucinda wondered just how the gentleman adjust to this. He could change clothes but then he’d have to see and touch his new body. Or he could stay in what he’s wearing, and feel his tits bouncing constantly. The only thing that could’ve made this more fun would have been if the swap happened while Sophia and the human were in one of their sessions. The idea of the human in a skimpy outfit on their knees and begging Abel for relief was so hot.

Lucinda calmed herself the best she could and switched her attention to the money inside of the safe. Monique’s head was tilted to the side and she had an uncertain expression on her face. “Well… this is different. Hmm. Alright, I think the first order of business is to find the owner of this young woman’s body so we can discuss this. It’s always important to have consent in strange situations like this. I wonder what the moral of the story will be here…” she said in a soft tone. This must have been Teddy, more concerned with ensuring Monique is okay, rather than exploring his new body.

Next, the redhead looked over to the HVAC. She knew Hector preferred to be spoken to in the vents but she didn’t really care. And besides, this wasn’t him. The scruffy man looked down at his body with an uncertain expression. “Huh… this is weird. But I could probably still go on adventures like this right? I just need to find my whip!” This was definitely Beau, not seeming to mind the change too much so long as she could keep adventuring.

Finally, she checked out the fake plant by the door. Prissy had a frown on her face as she gently ran her hands along her arms, feeling her skin. “Ah, well this is… different. I guess I’ve still gotta do my job though. Oh jeez, what are the kids gonna think? I don’t exactly look like their dad anymore…” she said to herself. This was of course Mikey, adjusting to quite a few changes for himself.

Before leaving the attic, Lucinda remembered something. “Wait, what about Zoey? It’s not night time… can you make her appear?” she asked Daemon.

They didn’t respond. Instead, something shifted, pixels rearranging themselves. After a blink, the afternoon light from the window vanished and the attic became pitch black, with the exception of a green glowing wisp. Lucinda interacted with it and saw the ghostly girl with a very frustrated expression. “No no! This isn’t right! Becoming a specter does *not* fit into the schedule!” she exclaimed.

Lucinda chuckled at Timothy’s reaction to his new form. “What about Timmy? With the both of them showing up at different times, can we see his reaction?” she asked curiously.

Another shift. Suddenly the woman was prodding her face and torso with a curious expression. “Mmm… Timmy no likely. How can Timmy be a cute catboy as a ghost girl? Timmy doesn’t even have his adorable ears! Well… maybe Master will like it…” he said as he gently ran his fingers across his breasts, biting his bottom lip with a blush.

Then just like that, Zoey was gone and it was afternoon once again. Lucinda hummed in satisfaction. “Thanks Dae, you’re so good at making me happy~ Let’s go downstairs~” she said with a smirk before turning around and heading for the stairs. She swore she saw Daemon smile out of the corner of her eye, but it must have been her imagination.

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As Lucinda walked down the stairs, she noticed the thermostat, and decided to lower the temp, allowing cool air to blow out of the vents. And after walking into the living room, she interacted with that very air.

Airyn was feeling up her body quite thoroughly, biting her lip in lust. “Mmm I could get used to this~ Very kinky and will let me do some sexy breathplay~” she cooed. This must have been Ben-Hwa, excited to have their sex life spiced up.

Below the vent and tv, Lucinda checked out the video game console. Connie was frowning, seeming less than happy with the situation. “Well, this won’t do. I am supposed to be the mascot of the video game itself! Though I am not the game itself, am I? I am a game console *within* the game, while also being a character in the game. Quite tricky indeed…” she mumbled. Of course this was The Sassy Chap, bothered by the logic of it all.

Lucinda looked over to Daemon, curious about something. “Does he know about you? Since he knows this is a game, wouldn’t he want to get rid of the bug?” she asked.

Once again, no emotion or direct reaction from Daemon, only words. “Not yet. The human has an option to tell him, but they haven’t done so. And I don’t think they will.”

She found herself surprisingly relieved. She’d hate to have the buggy glitch removed- they were the only fun one around here. And that was certainly the only reason.

Lucinda turned her attention to the closest chair in the living room. Chairemi was touching her face with a gasp. “Oh! How scandalous… I wonder if I can get more kisses in this body~” she cooed with a little laugh. This was obviously Scandalabra, the weird guy now in the body of a pretty girl.

Next was Mateo, who seemed close to panicking. “No, no, this wasn’t supposed to happen! I didn’t even know this could happen… I’ve never malfunctioned *this* badly before. I should get to the human and help them figure out what happ-“ he started before being interrupted by a bark. It seemed that the inanimals could tell something was wrong and were upset with Skylar taking over their friend’s body. Lucinda certainly hoped she’d be distracted- Skylar may have been one of the Dateables able to determine the cause.

She then looked over to the couch, where Koa was uncharacteristically standing and stretching. “This body moves so much slower than mine! I need to work so much harder in it if I want to be the Tennistar!” he exclaimed, revealing it to be Hero Hime. Lucinda thought it was cute that the girl still wanted to work hard despite being in such a lazy body.

Behind the couch, Lucinda checked out Dolly- and she wasn’t the only one. The play bunny was blushing as her hands wandered across her curves. “Oh damn… fuck, this is kinda hot. I feel like I’m jiggling with every move. Huh… I wonder what Harper will think of this. I swear, if she accuses me of cheating or some shit…” she mumbled. This was of course Dirk, and Lucinda was immediately imagining Harper in Dunk’s body punishing him…

She shook her head, not wanting to focus on that fantasy too much. Instead, she moved her attention to the fireplace. She’d seen some Dateables freaking out, but nothing like this. Dante was screaming like a madman. “Fire! Fire! Stop drop and roll! Get water! Fire!!” he yelled as he flailed about. This could only have been Arma, which was quite the funny swap on Daemon’s part. Hopefully the girl could calm down soon, when she realized the fire wasn’t hurting her or anything around her.

Lucinda looked up to the ship in the bottle. Jacques was running his hands across his chest, butt, and crotch, humming. “Mmm… I can work with this. A little small, but I don’t need it to dominate my subs~” he cooed. This had to have been Sophia, who didn’t seem to mind a change in body, so she could be dominant in a whole new way.

The redhead moved over to the piano, where she saw Keyes looking down at herself with a blush. “Ah… this is a most unfortunate circumstance. The mind is the true form of us all, but the body it is held within is important to. Who am I truly, when I am this?” she asked herself rhetorically. This was of course Washford, distracting himself from being in such a curvy feminine form, by waxing poetic.

Over on a shelf, she saw the magnifying glass and Maggie appeared in front of it. She was gently touching her face with an almost frightened expression. “Oh… oh no. I’ve taken over this poor girl’s body… how could I do something so awful? I should find her and apologize…” she mumbled, revealing it to be Hector, self-deprecating as always. He didn’t even do anything, but he still wanted to apologize.

Next, Lucinda walked over to the globe. Gaia was looking down at herself curvy body with a blush and an uncertain expression. “W-wow uh… this is different… wonder if I can still win all the same tournaments in this body? I’ll have to get oiled up… wait that means I’ve gotta take my clothes off…” she said to herself. This was of course Stepford, coming to quite the realization. Lucinda couldn’t wait to see Gaia’s curvy body covered in oil.

She then interacted with the shadow of the globe. Shadowlord was flexing his shadowy arms and seeming impressed. “Hell yeah, I’m totally awesome! I dunno if I have muscles and stuff but at least I’m not halfway from falling off the wall haha!” he exclaimed. This was obviously Shelley… but Lucinda wanted to see something else.

“Can you make it so she’s in Skips’ body? I know they’re the same, but I don’t think she realizes that” she requests of Daemon. In a blink, the two of them now saw the cute goth boy with a frown on his face. Shelley touched her smaller arms and flat chest, much less enthused. “Aww I’m so small and weak! I’ve goooootta build up these muscles!!” she said, much less impressed with this form.

Amused, Lucinda peeked into the dining room. She saw the record player and found Rainey looking down at herself with a blush and an interested expression. “Well… this is… different. I wasn’t expecting to become a woman but… at least I am a form of art. Music is quite interesting and I… suppose I wouldn’t mind learning more about this…” she said softly to herself, revealing this to be Artt.

Next, she was curious who was in Scandalabra’s body. And it seemed she wouldn’t get any clues, as whoever it was in his body was just looking down, and not saying anything else. An uninterested, bored expression, and no words. Lucinda put two and two together and realized this had to have been Airyn.

Lucinda wanted to check out the kitchen and laundry room, but there were just a couple more things she figured she’d check first. She went to the wall by the stairs and just stared at it for a moment.

Doug appeared, a blush on his face, his hands on his muscular chest. “Ah! Why am I shirtless? Why am I a guy?! I didn’t drink that much did I?” he exclaimed, and Lucinda guessed this to be Beverly, quite flustered to be in such a masculine form, her eyes seeming to try to avoid what’s in her pants.

She then checked the bathroom. While the most of the objects here were already interacted with, she checked out the shower. Johnny had a concerned expression on his face as he looked down at his body. “Oh… oh this is no good. How are people supposed to recognize me as mayor like this? And… gosh, where’s Florence? I hope she’s alright…” he said in a soft tone. This was of course Celia, and Lucinda thought it was cute that she was immediately concerned about Florence.

Finally, she opened the cabinet under the sink and saw Farya, clearly distressed. “What in the high seas?! I can’t be someone so weak, I’m Captain Jacques Pierrot! And where’s my sword?!” she yelled, patting down her body. The captain blushed when he touched softer, more sensitive parts than he expected. “Ah er… right, maybe I’ll just go look for it…” he mumbled, embarrassed.

Lucinda smirked at that and stepped out with Daemon. For the first time, it was the glitch’s time to ask a question. “Do you not wish to go to the office?” he asked, looking to the redhead who was walking back to the kitchen.

She shook her head. “Not yet. That’s obviously where the human is, and thus where I can interact with the phone and the Dateviators, so I want to hold up suspense for the end. Everyone knows it’s hot when you tease and tease, and get things more and more fun, until BAM! Right at the end, you experience the best part~” she cooed in her sultriest tone, wondering if she could turn on her buggy partner with her words.

As usual, no reaction on her face, and she didn’t even respond with words. But she knew for a fact that something glitched out by their crotch. Did that mean something? Did he even have genitals? Lucinda wanted to find out so badly. Maybe she’d ask her after finding every Dateable. For now, onto the kitchen.

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There were a lot of Dateables to interact with in the kitchen, so Lucinda didn’t waste any time in checking out the minibar. Beverly was looking down at her outfit with an uncertain expression. “Ah… needs some work, azizam…” she mumbled in a middle eastern accent. It seemed that Amir was less concerned about being in a woman’s body, than wearing an outfit he didn’t like.

Next, she looked to the trashcan. Cam had his fingers on his nose and had a disgusted expression. “Ugh… this is totally awful. What are my fans going to think when I post about this on Placebook??” he asked, revealing this to be Phoenicia, concerned with her social credit.

Lucinda moved her attention to the dishwasher. Dishy was frowning as he did a vocal warmup. “Ah-ah-ah-aggggh! This voice ain’t gonna cut it for the great Johnny Splash, nuh uh, no way” he exclaimed. Lucinda was glad she didn’t have to figure out who this was, at least.

She looked over to the coffee maker next. Kopi seemed uncertain. “I… I’m in someone else’s body? It feels strange not being on fire… but no, this isn’t right. I should find whose body this is…” she said to herself, avoiding looking down at her curves. This had to have been Dante, another quite respectful Dateable. Respectful was so boring to Lucinda.

Hoping for something sexier, she next interacted with the cabinet. To her delight, Cabrizzio was biting his lip, blushing, and running his hands across his manly chest. “Dios mio, this is so different than mine… mmf, I don’t mind it~” he cooed in a Mexican accent. Lucinda was glad Miranda was enjoying her masculine body, and wouldn’t mind seeing more from her later.

While she was here, Lucinda checked out the dishes. Daisuke had a blush as he put his hands to his face. “Oh! I’m… a man? Oh, oh, what will Lady Celia think?” he asked himself, seeming concerned. Lucinda immediately imagined Celia in Johnny’s body comforting Florence in Daisuke’s… sweet and hot all together.

Going to the other side of the kitchen now, Lucinda interacted with the refrigerator. The yeti man was running his hands along his arms and chest, seeming contemplative, with no embarrassment whatsoever. “Hmm… yes, this could do. I can still cause fear in this form…” he said in an uncharacteristically soft and creepy tone. This must have been Nightmare, who was quite pleased to have ended up in the body of another monster.

With the fridge open, Lucinda could then easily interact with the food. Mitchell hummed to himself as he looked down at his body curiously. “Well, ain’t this something… I’ve got the body of a fella! Pretty ritzy one, eh?” he said with a little chuckle. It seemed Rainey didn’t mind her new form- but she’d likely be that way no matter who she ended up in.

Next, Lucinda checked out the air fryer. Friar Errol was rubbing his face curiously. “Hm. Body swap stories are interesting. This inspires me for a new novel~” he said with a sudden smile. This was of course Lyric, and Lucinda had no other thoughts about it.

Then she interacted with the toaster. Miranda was blushing quite a bit, her hands on her full chest. “Oh… oh my. Quite the trick I’ve pulled off this time, eh?~ Ha ha… ah, wow…” she said, starting with a showy, magical voice before dropping to a more normal one. Lucinda thought Ron was quite lucky to be in such a nice body, and it seemed he agreed.

Next was the stove. At first glance, Lucinda would’ve thought that Stefan was still himself, as he was yelling about something. But it became clear who he was, from his words. “No no no!! The Grease Demon has pulled a cruel trick! This can’t be!” he yelled, and Lucinda chuckled.

She looked to Daemon. “Okay, male to male swaps are a little boring but putting Friar in Stefan’s body was genius~ You’re even more fun than you seem, Dae~” she cooed, genuinely complimenting the glitch.

There was a twitch on his face. Was it a smile? She couldn’t tell. She really wanted to know more about how they worked.

She went back to the task at hand, interacting with the microwave. Luke was touching his broad chest, blushing a bit. “Uh… I’m a man…? What… why? Ah, well… at least I have a weapon? I’ve gotta get back to the mission and defeat the evil Selene!” he exclaimed, revealing this to be Connie- or more accurately Luna- who forced herself to stop exploring her body, so she could focus on her goals.

Next was the smoke alarm. Arma seemed… completely normal, just looking around with a neutral expression. “Ah, here I am in my daily life, after having been turned into a smoke alarm by a witch. Wait… I’m not a fire alarm, I’m a sink! Wait… I’m not a sink, I’m a woman! Wait… I’m not a woman, I’m a man!!” she yelled out repeatedly, acting strange in the way only Sinclaire could.

The last object in the kitchen was the ironing board, which Lucinda could simply open as she pleased. Being the best character in the goddamn game had its advantages. The magician was running his hands along his arms, very uncertain. “Wait am I… real? No, not a real plant. I’m… a man? That’s… not what I wanted…” he said. Prissy didn’t seem particularly happy to go from a fake plant to a real ironing board.

Lucinda couldn’t wait, she had to check out the laundry room, so she brought Daemon in with her. She started with the most toxic couple in the house, interacting with them separately even though the player always did so together.

Dirk wasn’t shy in exploring his body, his hands going from his face, to his chest, to his butt, and to his crotch. He had a conflicted expression on his face. “Mmm… well, losing my incredible body is disappointing. But I think I could have some fun with this~ I’ll just have to find someone to serve me like the princess I am… or prince? No, still a princess~” he said, sounding quite full of himself. This had to have been Bathsheba, her arrogance shining through no matter what body she was in.

Meanwhile, Harper seemed much less happy, almost panicking as she looked down at herself. “W-what?? No no no this isn’t right! I shouldn’t have this uh… r-rather pretty body… I need to get back to my collection of things and make sure no one’s disturbed them!” she said, blushing as she tried to ignore her feminine form. This was certainly Jerry… and Lucinda couldn’t wait to see if Bathsheba could convince him to serve her.

Still trying to ignore her arousal, Lucinda opened the cabinet and looked to the tide po- er… the generic brand detergent. Tydus frowned as she looked down at herself. “No. I can’t be the most efficient version of myself if I cannot connect to the internet. This needs to be fixed immediately” she said in a bit of a strange tone. Well, seeing Dishy certainly helped Lucinda in not being horny.

But it wouldn’t remain that way for long as she checked out the stackables- Drysdale first. The man was exploring his body with a pleased expression. “Mmm… I don’t mind this at all. And well… this means I can be with Washford in a whole new way, doesn’t it?~” he cooed. This was likely Winnifred, and Lucinda loved seeing the woman’s new erection grow in her pants at the thought of sex.

Moving down to the washing machine, Washford was noticeably more embarrassed than his ex lover as he looked down at himself. “Oh wow… I’m in a man’s body? Uh well… being a professor and historian shouldn’t change much but… my model gig might be pretty different, huh…” he mumbled in a Southern accent, revealing this to be Dolly. Lucinda couldn’t wait for her to be seduced by Winnifred.

Checking the closet, she interacted with the vacuum. Hoove’s eyes were wide, his jaw dropped, as he touched his arms. “I… I have a body! It’s… warm and… strong. Wow and… d-different than my old one…” he added as he looked to his crotch. This must have been Zoey, the ghost girl reincarnated in a way.

Finally for the laundry room was the bobby pin. Bobby seemed less than enthused as they checked out their outfit. “Mmm… strange. Well… nothing I can do about it I suppose. I need to return to taking care of my dishes” they said with a soft tone. This had to have been Daisuke, less concerned with his body than his job.

Lucinda took a deep breath. To Daemon, she said “Fuck, I’m honestly glad there’s only one room left, I can only handle so much sexiness~ I haven’t been this horny in a while~”

“I see. Interesting.” That was it, that was his response. But Lucinda knew there was more to it. Her strange buggy gaze definitely moved to the tent in her leggings. And she could see *something* at their crotch but she couldn’t tell what it meant. Maybe once she was done with the final Dateables… maybe she wouldn’t have to get relief alone…

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Finally, Lucinda walked into the office with Daemon behind her. She saw the human, going from Dateable to Dateable, trying to figure out what happened, but she ignored them for now. As she had told Daemon, she wanted to hold off on interacting with the phone Dateables and Skylar until the end.

So she looked to the desk, interacting with that first. Dasha was checking out her muscular arms with a hum. “Eh, not bad, but she definitely skipped leg day. And could she not have picked a better outfit?” she said with a bit of a smirk. It seemed Reggie was immediately hating on his new body, in that playful way he always did.

Next was the junk drawer, where she saw Jerry looking down at himself with a frown. “Seriously? As if being full of random stuff as a vacuum wasn’t enough… this is even worse somehow…” he mumbled. This must have been Hoove, pretty unhappy in the body of a hoarder.

Lucinda moved her attention to the computer. Mac seemed uncertain in their new form, and to Lucinda’s delight, there were clearly two people in their body. “Man, this is weird!" they started before the other person replied “You’re telling me. But hey, at least you got an outfit upgrade!”. The first one nodded, thought about it, then said “Heyyyyy, there’s nothing wrong with my old dreads.” The second one just chuckled. Of course this was Curt and Rod, throwing shade from Mac’s body.

Next she looked to the various office supplies on the desk. Penelope had her hands under her dress, touching her chest and crotch. “Eh, totally flat, damn. At least she’s got a sweet puss. Doesn’t make up for losing my cock, but whatever” she said in a dry, uncaring tone. Lucinda had to calm herself down after seeing Doug explore his new body in the lewdest way.

She then interacted with the d20 right next to the paperwork. Chance was clearly quite angry as he looked around. “What the hell is this?! Where’s my burners, my pans, my utensils… and where is Mr. Cluckles?!” This had to have been Stefan, who’d likely react that way no matter whose body he ended up in.

Next, she looked over to one of the shelves where she saw a purple geode sitting. Rongomaiwhenua looked down at herself with a raised eyebrow. “You’re telling me the tv is now a stone? Jeez, what else is gonna make me groan!” she rhymed, revealing this to be Telly.

Lucinda moved to the closet and interacted with the water heater. Winnifred had her hands on her breasts, biting her lip. “Ay uh not bad, Winnie. I think ol Tony could get used to this…” she said with a pleased expression, as Tony checked himself out.

Next, she opened the trap door. She didn’t want to go down into the crawlspace but she could just interact with the objects from where she was- the time capsule first. Bodhi’s hands moved slowly and delicately across his body, a curious expression on his face. “Hmm… not too bad. Going from the early 00s to the 80s is quite an adjustment, but I’m sure I could find some enjoyment out of this…” he let out softly. This was definitely Lady Memoria, who didn’t seem to mind her new form.

Last for this area was the mouse trap. Vaughn seemed quite disgusted, which wasn’t surprising. “Ugh, how dreadful. How will I sell anything to my loyal customers now?” he asked. Lucinda chuckled at seeing Stella in her new body, finding it an amusing one.

The redhead looked to her glitchy partner, and then to the human, who couldn’t see the two of them. “Alright! I can’t wait anymore, let’s see who’s in Skylar’s body, and then all of the phone Dateables~” she said excitedly, before doing just that.

Skylar was biting her lip as she slowly moved her hands over her belly and hips, feeling her soft skin. “Oh my… I don’t mind this one bit~ I wonder who’s in my old body… and Washford’s for that matter…” she said, excitement showing on her face at that idea. Lucinda couldn’t wait to see Drysdale in Skylar’s body interact with Winnifred in his body.

Next, she looked to the human’s phone, starting with the device itself. Phoenicia was blushing as she looked down at her body. “Oh! This is different… and wow this dress is super nice. I’ve gotta check out my makeup in a mirror! Huh, is Amir in a different body too? I always liked Amir’s outfit, so shiny. Mmm… wait what was I doing again…” she rambled. This amount of ADHD could definitely only be from Barry.

Lucinda started interacting with the apps, the associated Dateables’ bodies temporarily appearing whenever she did. She chose the credits app first and saw the Sassy Chap rubbing his face curiously. “Huh… I wonder what kind of scheme I could pull in this body. Maybe I tell suckers that I’m a rich businessman and I’ll give them money, but they need me to send some for a fee first… nah, no one would fall for that…” he mumbled. This must have been Bobby, immediately trying to think of a money-making scheme.

Next was the workspace app. Willi looked down at her body briefly. “Huh. That’s different. Well… time for a rest~” she said before trying to find somewhere to get comfortable and lie down. This was of course Koa, and Lucinda thought it was pretty amusing to have the laziest Dateable in the body of the representation of work.

Then, she moved over to the rejection app. Reggie seemed quite unhappy. “Ah… I’m in Reggie’s body? I don’t want to be someone so hateful, I want to be friendly with all of my customers…” he said in a strong Australian accent, revealing this to be Kopi.

Finally, Lucinda clicked on exit and then interacted with the textbox itself. Textbox-Chan looked at her slender arms with disgust. “So weak and puny! Must build many muscles on this tiny body so I can destroy my enemies!” she said in a strong Norwegian accent. This was obviously Kristof, which made Lucinda chuckle.

She looked away from the phone with a satisfied expression. “That’s everyone right? Mmm… wait, no! Nightmare! Can you take us to them?” she asked Daemon, excited to finish her exploration fully.

Without a word, the two of them appeared in a dark, creepy place that existed only in the human’s mind. There, they saw the three-headed creature seeming quite a bit disturbed. “Oh my… this is awful. How can I charm people into getting what I want looking like this? I suppose I could use intimidation instead…” she said in a Spanish accent. Of course, it was Keith, thinking how to manipulate people in this new form.

Lucinda and Daemon returned to the office, and the redhead couldn’t stop grinning. “We did it, Dae~ Fuck, what a rush!~ Probably wasn’t as fun for you because you knew how everyone was swapped, huh?” she asked.

“Your reactions were… enjoyable” they admitted, and Lucinda bit her lip, her expression turning into a different kind of excitement.

“Yeah?~ Liked what you saw, huh?~” she cooed, running her hands along her curvy body, including her throbbing erection, and she knew Daemon’s gaze was following. He didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to.

Lucinda stepped closer to the glitch, a smirk on her face. “I know a place we can go for some fun~ I need some relief from all of the sexy body swapping… want to join me?~” she asked in her most seductive tone.

She saw it again. Something reacted between Daemon’s legs. Was that… liquid? Were they… wet? It made her even hornier somehow. And when he simply nodded in response, she eagerly whisked her away, excited to explore this glitch.

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1. Dolly
2. Washford
3. Keyes
4. Stepford
5. Gaia
6. Amir
7. Beverly
8. Doug
9. Penelope
10. Kristof
11. Textbox-Chan
12. Ben-Hwa
13. Airyn
14. Scandalabra
15. Chairemi
16. Curt and Rod
17. Mac
18. Barry
19. Phoenicia
20. Cam
21. Lux
22. Fantina
23. Dorian
24. Tina
25. Eddie and Volt
26. Memoria
27. Bodhi
28. Hero-Hime
29. Koa
30. Willi
31. Jean-Loo
32. Rebel
33. Abel
34. Sophia
35. Jacques
36. Farya
37. Tyrell
38. Stella
39. Vaughn
40. Wyndolyn
41. Sinclaire
42. Arma
43. Dante
44. Kopi
45. Reggie
46. Dasha
47. Mikey
48. Prissy
49. I, Ronaldini
50. Miranda
51. Cabrizzio
52. Florence
53. Daisuke
54. Bobby
55. Sassy Chap
56. Connie
57. Luke
58. Diana
59. Artt
60. Rainey
61. Mitchell Linn
62. River
63. Telly
64. Rongommaiwhenua
65. Teddy
66. Monique
67. Wallace
68. Lyric
69. Friar Errol
70. Stefan
71. Chance
72. Parker
73. Beau
74. Hector
75. Maggie
76. Hank(s)
77. Holly
78. Tony
79. Winnifred
80. Drysdale
81. Skylar
82. Mateo
83. Betty
84. Timothy
85. Zoey
86. Hoove
87. Jerry
88. Harper
89. Dunk
90. Celia
91. Johnny
92. Dishy
93. Tydus
94. Keith
95. Nightmare
96. Freddy
97. Shelley
98. Shadowlord
99. Bathsheba
100. Dirk

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Lucinda and Daemon appeared in her Fantasy Chamber, painted like a 70s love hotel. “Do you like it?~ I made it so the human could see just how incredible I am… and now you can too~” she cooed to the glitch, her voice dripping with sexual appeal as she stepped closer to her.

“It is loud and garish. It fits you well” he responded, and Lucinda wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. Well, always better to assume it’s a compliment.

“Thank you~ Now… come here~” she whispers, wrapping her arms around the buggy Dateable and wrapping her arms around them. It was a unique sensation similar to TV static, but with something more solid underneath. She was a few inches taller than him with her heels, so her breasts squished against their upper chest, while her tent pressed into their belly.

After Daemon returned the embrace, their bodies close together, Lucinda curiously went in for a kiss, guessing where her mouth should be. There was a slight softness, and then their lips started meeting hers. They felt like static, and it was so strange and incredible.

Lucinda’s curiosity grew as she gently slid her tongue into the glitch’s mouth. It stung like she was zapped, but she didn’t stop, feeling inside. It was… almost similar to how it should have felt, but incomplete, with no teeth or tongue. How Daemon spoke, she didn’t know. But it was enjoyable regardless.

As they made out, she moved her hands to his jacket, intending to remove it. But it wouldn’t budge. They pulled away slightly from the kiss. “You can’t. I am me. The clothes are me. It is all me” he said, and Lucinda could hear a hint of… *something* in her tone. Disappointment? Embarrassment? Annoyance? She wasn’t sure.

She smiled. “That’s okay~ Guess I’ll just need to enjoy every bit of you~ Come on, lie on the bed~” she said, her tone softer than before. This wasn’t just about seduction anymore- she wanted Daemon to feel good.

They did as asked, lying down on the soft Queen-sized bed on their back. She followed him, sitting on his lap. “I’m going to have my fun, but you should too~ Strip me down, grope me, do whatever you want~” she cooed eagerly, before leaning down.

She started kissing at his neck, feeling that staticky sensation as her lips found their softer spots. And she knew she discovered them when she heard the words “Soft groan” in a quiet, subdued tone. And so, she focused on that spot, licking and sucking on it while rubbing his chest, which felt softer than she’d expect. The material of the jacket felt slightly different, but it was clear it truly was a part of her.

Daemon let out “Pleasured moan” as Lucinda tried to leave a hickey, though to no avail. Then it seemed that he built up courage, as she reached around and deftly unhooked Lucinda’s top, letting her large, soft breasts free, topped with dark pink nipples, hardened in her excitement. They gently took them in their hands, and she moaned as he squeezed and groped them.

She moved her mouth down to his chest, peppering it with kisses. They didn’t seem to have nipples, but with her hands, she could feel where they should be, and she rubbed a little harder. That elicited a “Erotic gasp” from him which pleased her greatly.

Lucinda’s ass was raised while enjoying Daemon’s chest, and they took the opportunity to grope it, squeezing her soft cheeks through her leggings. She moaned in encouragement, and even more so when he started pulling her leggings down. She was wearing a lacy pair of black panties, and Daemon brought those down as well, revealing her incredible ass, which she gave a few more squeezes.

At the front, her thick, throbbing hard, 6 inch girlcock popped out and slapped against Daemon’s belly. It was drooling with pre, so incredibly pent-up. She was perfectly hairless, with no pubes at all, and her dick was just as gorgeous and feminine as the rest of her.

Lucinda was so horny, especially now that she was mostly nude, but she wanted to continue enjoying Daemon. She finally moved down to in between their legs. She didn’t see anything besides wetness, so she ran a finger along his crotch. He let out “Needy whine” and she was delighted as she felt a slit. Soft, wet, plump lips, with an entrance.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me, baby~” she whispered as she spread their legs a little, giving her better access. She let a finger slide inside, exploring it. He said “Eager moan” as their walls clenched onto her digit.

“So tight too~” she whispered with a smirk as she slid a second finger inside and started moving them, while a finger on her other hand found his clit. As she fingered and rubbed, she returned to her lips, making out with her again.

They seemed to try to narrate what they were feeling but her lips and tongue silenced him. She only wanted her to enjoy the pleasure. She could feel his pussy quivering and drooling on her fingers, and it drove her to pick up her pace.

As they squirmed underneath her, her skilled fingers working them, her tongue explore their mouth, her cock throbbing against their belly, she could feel their climax approaching. She whispered “Cum for me, baby~”

With that, his walls clenched tightly onto her fingers and his body shuddered wildly, her digits getting soaked with their fluids. She kept fingering her through her orgasm, then pulled away. “Wait…” they muttered, but she ignored and moved her head between her legs anyways.

She started lapping up their juices, finding the taste unique. He said “Shuddering moan” as she licked his sensitive cunt, enjoying the way their body reacted.

Lucinda had a grin on her face as she pulled up and said “Delicious~ Fuck, you were so sexy during that~”, looking at her cute, glitchy face.

“You… you still need relief. I… want to give it to you” they breathed out. Lucinda’s cock throbbed and she asked “Can I take you, Dae?~”, to which they nodded.

With that, she grabbed his hips and slid her throbbing shaft into their wet entrance. It was warm and tight and felt incredible. She groaned happily, her throbbing shaft stretching her walls and pushing deeper and deeper into them.

“Fuck~” she panted out in pleasure before starting to thrust, bucking her hips against him. He said “Deep moan” as she fucked them, their face glitching out in pleasure. This felt so good, and was exactly what she needed after being pent-up for the last hour.

“You’re so sexy, Dae~” she whispered as she sped up, her heavy breasts swaying with her thrusts, her hands gripping tighter on their hips. She could feel his walls clenching, and it was driving her wild.

Her thoughts temporarily drifted to all of the sexy swaps that were made. Mateo with Betty’s curvy body, Harper in Dunk’s masculine form, Tina sharing both Volt and Eddie, Abel in Sophia’s sexy body, Beverly with Doug’s big dick, Tony with Winnifred’s huge tits…

Lucinda moaned out in her sexy voice as she grabbed Daemon’s hips tighter, bottomed out inside, and came hard, starting to paint his insides white. They said “Orgasmic moan” and came with her, their walls feeling like a vice as their body shuddered like crazy.

She kept thrusting until both of their orgasms have finished, panting as she finally slowed down. “Fuck… so good~” she cooed happily before resting on top of them, her dick slipping out.

Daemon nodded. “I am glad… to have given you relief” she said, to which Lucinda chuckled. “Babe, you’re the one who came twice- I think you needed this just as much as me~”

“…I will not disagree with you” he said. Lucinda wrapped her arms around them and brought them in for cuddles, draped onto their side, a smile on her face.

“Fuck, I could get used to this~ Let’s stay here for a while, we can always check out the swapped Dateables more later~” she cooed as they rested together. He nodded, seeming more content than he had been in a long time.

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Drysdale quite enjoyed the feeling of his slender, younger form. Skylar’s body felt full of energy that he hadn’t felt in years, and he could tell she was quite flexible as well. He’d love to further explore it and see just how it felt… but there was something he wanted first.

As soon as he realized that everyone’s bodies were swapped around, he wondered who ended up in his body… and if they’d be down for some fun. He’d been told ‘go fuck yourself’ before, and now he could take that suggestion seriously. Even just the thought brought a curious warmth to his core.

He stepped into the laundry room and saw his own body. It seemed to be piloted by someone in quite a good mood, which Drysdale liked. His face always looked better with a smile.

The person in his form was speaking to whoever was in Washford’s, quite close in fact. His handsome face had a seductive, excited expression, as he said “Come on darling, I know you can feel the sexual tension too~ Don’t you want to explore these bodies?~”

The person in Washford’s body was much less eager about the situation, blushing and looking away. “I… I don’t know… it feels wrong, doesn’t it?” they asked softly.

Drysdale stepped closer with a grin. “Well, if it helps, you have my approval~” he cooed charismatically, his eyes drinking in his old form and that of his old partner’s. His mind was flashing back to the intimacy they used to share, and he felt more and more the difference of arousal in this body, as his nipples hardened in his top, and his panties grew damp.

The person in Drysdale’s body smirked, and cooed “Well… you must be Drysdale~ Looking good, darling~ I’m Winnifred and this is Dolly- hope you don’t mind us taking over~”

“Not at all~ In fact, I think you wear those bodies quite well~” he replied as he gave Winnifred bedroom eyes, shamelessly ogling her rugged, muscular form. He was absolutely delighted when he saw the bulge in those orange pants start to grow in response.

“Mmm… I agree~ And well, you know these bodies better than us… Dolly, why don’t we let Drysdale show us a good time?~” she asked as she approached the other woman in a man’s body, touching her arm and chest. Drysdale saw another bulge start to grow, as Dolly’s new body clearly liked being touched by Drysdale’s- a fact he knew well.

“I… I don’t…” she hesitated, before someone else entered the laundry room. It was Keyes, or at least her body. The beautiful woman gave a suspicious expression as she noticed how close Drysdale’s body was to Washford’s, notable tents in both of their pants. “What is going on here? Have mine and my old partner’s bodies been defiled so soon?” she asked.

Drysdale smirked, taking a moment to admire Washford’s new form. “Washy, Winnifred and Dolly can choose to do with their bodies as they please~ And we can too~” he cooed, groping his new breasts to prove his point, feeling a wave of heat through his body. He was getting so horny, he almost couldn’t wait any longer.

Washford’s eyes widened as he turned to Drysdale. “That’s… you, Drysdale? Ah, this debacle is so strange. My old flame in the form of another… but still just as eccentric” he said, but Drysdale swore he saw Washford’s eyes linger on his chest.

Winnifred cleared her throat. “Now that we’ve had introductions out of the way… why don’t we have some fun?~” she asked before fully embracing Dolly, pressing their manly chests and tented crotches against each other, then bringing her in for a kiss. The former dust bunny seemingly couldn’t resist any longer, moaning softly as she kissed her back.

Drysdale smirked as he watched the two of them and moved a hand to under his skirt, rubbing his new pussy through the cute pink panties he was wearing, gasping at the sensation.

From the body of the buxom beauty, Washford blushed softly as he noticed Drysdale casually masturbating. “Such a reaction to seeing our own bodies kissing… I do not know whether you are more full of yourself, or simply so lascivious that you have no qualms over such a thing.”

Drysdale considered making a joke about wanting to be ‘full of himself’ but decided against it. “You’re the one watching me… when I know you’d rather join~ Come here, Washy~” he cooed flirtatiously in his higher pitched voice. He was certainly eager to have fun with his old body but it didn’t mean he couldn’t explore Washford’s new one while the girls made out.

Washford hesitated, his eyes unable to move away from the attractive body in front of him. It seemed that he finally made a decision though, and pressed his curvy, feminine form against Drsydale’s, and leaned in for a kiss.

Drysdale didn’t hesitate to go all in, sliding his tongue into Washford’s new mouth as they pressed their breasts together. He wrapped his arms around his old partner, his arousal burning as he enjoyed him an entirely new way. He reached down to grope his larger, softer ass through his dress, as they kissed deeper. It was both familiar and completely new, all at once.

As they eventually pulled away, they looked to see Winnifred starting to strip Dolly, revealing her now muscular chest which she started rubbing, making the other girl pant softly in arousal.

Drysdale asked “Why don’t we follow their lead?~” and pulled the top part of Washford’s dress down, exposing his full, soft, black breasts, his nipples hardened in his arousal.

“Mmm let’s see how these feel~” he cooed before groping them. As Washford moaned, he pulled him back in to continue the kiss, loving the sounds he made as he pleased him.

Washford wasn’t an idle partner though, taking off Drysdale’s jacket and then removing his pink top. Drysdale was slightly disappointed that his breasts were smaller than his partner’s, but he could still enjoy them all the same. And Washford was clearly eager to do so, eliciting a moan as he squeezed one of his soft, sensitive breasts, his hand pressing into the nipple.

Looking back over to the women, they were both shirtless, and Winnifred moved down to pull down Dolly’s pants and underwear together, revealing her new thick, throbbing hard cock. Winnifred smirked and said “Mmm there it is, baby~” before wrapping a hand around it to start stroking it, making Dolly gasp and moan.

Drysdale admired the sight for a moment before returning to Washford, finishing stripping him, even pulling his black panties down to reveal a smooth, wet, dark pussy. “Mmm different equipment but not any less horny for me~” he teased, gently rubbing his partner’s lower lips, making him gasp in pleasure.

“D-do not tease me so much…” he muttered as he decided to return the favor, dropping Drysdale’s skirt and pulling down his panties, his own wet slit revealed. “Y-you are even more aroused than I…”

Drysdale chuckled, unable to deny that, before kissing Washford once again, their now mostly nude bodies pressing against each other, their hands exploring their new sexes.

They weren’t the only ones it seemed, as Winnifred was now nude as well, and the two women groaned into each other’s lips as they stroked each other, their cocks twitching in their hands.

Handjobs and fingering was fun and all but Drysdale wanted something grander. He brought Washford to the ground, lying him on some dirty clothes. He briefly wondered what had happened with Dirk and his body, but he knew now wasn’t really the time.

Then, he lied down on top of him, his face in between Washford’s shapely black thighs and buried it into his muff, while letting his own crotch press to his mouth. Washford let out a cute moan before returning the favor, lapping at Drysdale’s cunt as their bodies pressed together.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Winnifred and was delighted at what she decided to do. She brought Dolly over to the sink, bent her over it, spread her cheeks, and slid her cock into her tight hole. The other girl groaned at the mixed sensation, but soon seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

Even more turned on by watching his old body fuck, Drysdale doubled his efforts in giving Washford head, his tongue soon discovering his deepest, most sensitive spots, making his old love squirm beneath him.

Washford wasn’t a slouch at cunnilingus either, and it certainly helped with how horny Drysdale was. When he found his g-spot, he moaned and instinct took over, causing him to grind against his tongue, desperate for more.

Drysdale looked up again and saw Winnifred was not only plowing Dolly’s ass, but she also had a hand wrapped around to stroke her cock, which throbbed and drooled eagerly as she got fucked. Winnifred must’ve had practice with these kinds of motions, because it was clear she was driving Dolly wild as she hit her unfamiliar prostate again and again.

The sight was enough to send Drysdale over, his moans loud enough to escape from Washford’s pussy as he came hard, his cute ass shaking as he squirted on his partner’s tongue. His orgasm felt incredible, surging through his entire body instead of being focused only on his sex.

But he wasn’t a selfish partner, and he wanted to give Washford relief as well. So, he moved a hand up to rub his clit, and only seconds later, the man was crying out in pleasure as his pussy quivered and gave Drysdale more fluids to lap up.

As the two of them panted heavily and came down from their climaxes, Drysdale got to see the women reach theirs. Dolly was first, a cute moan being drawn from her as her cock throbbed and pumped out a wasted load against the sink and ground.

With a phantom limb, Drysdale could almost feel that tight ass clench around his shaft, and he got to see what his own face looked like as he came. It was so sexy, especially how Winnifred kept thrusting and pounding Dolly’s ass as her cock filled her with her cum. That was enough to make him horny again, and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was in Dolly’s position- he had to get fucked by his own cock.

After everybody recovered from their orgasms and did some simple cleanup, he went over to Winnifred from behind. She was a few inches taller than him so he had to get on his tippy toes to kiss her neck as he wrapped her arms around her and felt her broad, muscular chest. His body pressed against hers, and he whispered “Think you’re up for a round two, sexy?~”

She gasped softly at the sensation, before chuckling. “Mmm… why don’t you tell me, darling?~ It’s your body after all~” she cooed. He smirked and moved a dainty hand down to her shaft, feeling it come to life in his hand.

“I’d say the answer’s yes~” he said as he started stroking her, sucking on her neck as her cock rose to its full length. She groaned softly before turning around, embracing him and bringing him in for a kiss. Drysdale was more than happy to make out with himself, enjoying the taste of his lips as Winnifred pressed against his smaller form, his arousal returned to a peak.

She pulled briefly from his lips and whispered “How do you want it, baby?~”. He thought about it for a moment- several positions bouncing around in his head until he found one he particularly enjoyed. “Pick me up and fuck me standing~” he whispered back, an excited expression on his pretty face.

Her cock throbbed and she didn’t hesitate, grabbing his hips and lifting him up into the air, making him feel like he was in an acrobatic maneuver. Then she gently pulled him down onto her shaft, stretching his walls and sliding into his wet, warm, tight pussy.

Drysdale moaned, enjoying the sensation, but he took a moment to look over to the other two in the laundry room. They were both obviously aroused as they watched the scene- Dolly with a throbbing erection, Washford squirming a little where he was standing. “Don’t just stand there, you two- have some fuuu-oh!~” he said, before moaning out as Winnifred started picking him up and bouncing him on her cock.

The two of them looked to each other. Dolly blushed and softly asked “W-Washford, would you maybe l-like to…” He let out a soft sigh and walked over to the sink, bending himself over and spreading his legs, revealing his thick ass and drooling wet pussy. That was all the answer he had to give.

The normally calm, confident, independent, academic woman lost all thoughts at the sight, and approached. She held onto his curvy dark hips and slid herself into his entrance, gasping out at the sensation. He groaned in ecstasy, and it wasn’t long until they were properly fucking.

Drysdale smirked at that, but he was soon forced to return his attention to Winnifred, who was picking up her pace. He could feel her cock hitting his deepest spot again and again, and it truly felt incredible. There were other unique sensations too- his long hair draped over his back, his perky breasts jiggling with every bounce, the way her hands squished his soft hips.

Winnifred groaned “Ah, so good, darling~ Mmm… can I… finish inside?~”she asked softly as her cock throbbed, her climax clearly approaching. He grinned and panted out “Y-you better~”

With that, she pulled him all the way down to the base and groaned as her cock started pumping him full of her thick, sticky load. His own orgasm was triggered at that, and his eyes rolled back and his lithe body shuddered as he came hard, his walls clenching tightly onto her cock.

He was seeing stars, and it took him a moment to return his attention to Washford and Dolly. And it seemed that he did it just in time, as Dolly was cumming hard inside of Washford’s cunt, both of their bodies shaking with ecstasy.

Winnifred gently pulled him off of her, and he immediately felt his legs buckle, so she caught him with a chuckle. “Intense, huh?~” she asked. He nodded with a little laugh of his own. “Yes but… I think I can get used to it~” he cooed with a smirk.

Drysdale let out a blissful sigh. That was exactly what he wanted- enjoying his own body with his new one in such an arousing way. He wouldn’t mind staying like this, at least for some time. He still had so many other positions he wanted to try.

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Celia took a deep breath within the shower, calming herself. She knew better than to let herself become overwhelmed and stressed- she was the mayor after all, and it was important that she kept a clear mind.

Her goal was to find Florence. She could have tried to lie to herself and say that it was because she was her dutiful receptionist, but she knew the truth. The woman was dear to her, and she wanted to make sure she was okay.

She could simply have called out her name, but firstly, it wasn’t her style. Secondly, the house was chaotic enough already, so calling out may not have been very effective with so many voices. And finally, she wasn’t sure she wanted others to know that it was her in this body- at least until she found Florence.

It seemed to her that the Dateables had been swapped almost entirely cross-gender, so she’d be looking for a male body. First, she took a look at the ones around her. Jean-Loo was on a mission, immediately walking away and muttering about a new outfit. He strode much too confidently to be Florence. Sinclaire had quite a judgmental air to him, shaking his strange head in distaste. The sweet girl was certainly too nice for that. And finally, Tyrell was stripping himself, saying something about an anatomical analysis. That clearly ruled him out as Florence’s current body.

Celia sighed and moved to the living room. Dante was panicking in a way that brought too much attention to himself to be her self-conscious assistant. Koa was actively doing jumping jacks, which simply didn’t make sense for her. Mateo seemed focused and driven, coming up with a plan and executing it. That wasn’t Florence’s style, often needing help and guidance, which Celia found endearing.

The mayor’s heart ached slightly as she went into the kitchen. Cabrizzio was exploring his body while muttering something in Spanish, which Celia was sure Florence didn’t know- she was learning French though. Mitchell was humming and dancing to music only he could hear. Celia did wonder what it’d be like to dance with Florence but she moved on. Luke was fiddling with the weapon in his hands and seeming disappointed that it only produced a small amount of heat. Florence detested violence, and Celia couldn’t agree more- the world truly would be better with more love.

Just when she was ready to move on to the next room, she looked to Daisuke. He was practicing a breathing exercise with his eyes closed, and muttered “Imagine a beach…”

Celia’s heart soared. This was her Florence. She taught her that breathing exercise to use whenever she had anxiety. It shouldn’t have made her so happy to know that she was using it, even now, in such a strange and stressful situation.

Not wanting to scare her, Celia gently said “Florence?” as she approached. For a moment, the two of them looked into each other’s eyes. This may have been Daisuke’s body, but Celia knew this truly was her beloved, just from her eyes.

“L-Lady Celia?” she stuttered out cutely. “Is that you? Are you okay? What’s going on? I’m sorry if I worried you! Do you-“ she started, getting into that panicky mood that made Celia anguish. She should never have to feel that way.

“Shh. It’s okay. Remember your breathing exercise. Imagine a beach…” she said, her voice calm and confident. She was always direct and held a level of authority, but she knew she had a gentler tone when she spoke to Florence… she just couldn’t help it.

Florence nodded and continued to breathe and calm down. After several moments, her panic subsided and she was considerably calmer. Celia smiled and told her to open her eyes.

“Yes, dear, it is me. Let us find somewhere more private to speak” she said, and brought them to a corner of the kitchen away from all of the others. As they did sometimes, the Dateables disappeared, leaving them alone.

Celia looked into Florence’s eyes again. They were a slightly darker shade of brown. In addition, Florence was now slightly taller instead of being several inches shorter, so it felt a bit off. But that wouldn’t change how she felt about her.

“Florence, dear, are you alright? I’m trying to figure out what happened, but I wanted to start with you. When I found myself in another body, I started imagining how you might have been feeling, so I sought you out” she explained, speaking in a soft but genuine tone.

Florence pouted, and Celia found it adorable even on a different face. “Aww L-Lady Celia you didn’t have to concern yourself with me! I-I’m alright, I was just worried that you’d be upset about this. I mean, it caused chaos in the whole house, and I know you hate that” she said.

Celia nodded. “It’s true, I do. I’d like to find out who or what is responsible for this, ensure they reverse it, and dole out proper punishment. However, I will not apologize for checking in with you, Florence. Now please. Tell me you are okay.”

The other woman nodded. “I-I am now that you’re here, Lady Celia. I was kinda panicking but using that breathing exercise helped. And it’s even better when you’re guiding me through it! Plus… I guess it’s not the worst body to be in? I heard someone screaming about being on fire…” she said.

She chuckled softly in response. “I believe it was Arma, overreacting quite a bit. And yes, I certainly don’t think Daisuke’s is the worst body- you wear it well. I’d personally rather it than Johnny’s…” she said, glossing over the compliment she gave.

Florence blushed and looked down, and Celia thought it incredible how similar she looked to her normal expression of embarrassment, with a completely different face. “I-I think you’d look nice in any body, Lady Celia…” she said softly.

Celia’s heart skipped a beat. Not only was Florence adorable, she was actively complimenting her, and… she swore she noticed the younger woman’s eyes drifting over her form. Celia felt something unfamiliar stirring in her crotch, and she cleared her throat, intending to change the subject.

“Th-thank you, Florence. But alright, if you are okay, then we should focus on figuring out who could have done such a thing. Let’s think. What were each of us doing before the swap?” she asked.

Florence thought about it and said “You were in your office, and I was in mine, writing your schedule for 12 weeks from now.” She said it simply, as if it were a normal, mundane task.

Celia blinked in surprise. “You write them that far in advance? That is quite impressive. How do you know what exactly will be happening then?” she asked. She knew Florence did good work, but not to that extent.

“Oh, that’s easy. It’ll be winter, so you’ll want hot chocolate every Wednesday as a mid-week treat. Winnifred will be working overtime, so you’ll need to assist her on Fridays. I even assured you’d be able to watch Chairemi’s special holiday show which I know you enjoy~” she answered with a dutiful smile.

Celia felt a warmth in her chest at how deeply Florence cared. She was right about everything, and it showed how well she knew her. It was a cruel fate that they were forced to be employer and employee rather than something… deeper.

“Florence, that’s… very sweet. But I need you to focus, dear. Did you see anyone or anything right before the swap?” she asked, ignoring the flurry of emotions within her to focus on the task at hand.

Of course, that was difficult to do with how cute Florence looked when she put a finger to her chin, tilted her head, and hummed in thought. “Hmm maybe… a flash of light or… something in the air? A… change in everything around me. I remember the picture of you suddenly disappearing before I did.”

Once again, Celia was surprised. “The… picture of me? Florence, there isn’t anything like that on your desk.” She would know if there was- she wouldn’t want people to think that everything was about her.

Florence blushed at that, seeming embarrassed. “N-no but there is one in my top drawer. I… I like looking at it sometimes. It helps motivate me and make me work harder. I’m sorry… is that weird? I’ll stop if it is, Lady Celia…” she said, the embarrassment shifting to shame.

Celia hesitated. She felt a bit strange about it- not because she thought it was creepy, but because she didn’t think she was deserving of such devotion. But if it helped Florence, she didn’t want to discourage it. And besides, it was quite cute.

“No, no, dear, it’s alright…” she said, gently taking one of her hands. “Look at me, please…” she added, craving that eye contact again. When she did so, she said “You don’t have to feel ashamed, okay? I… I appreciate it. And if it makes you feel better while working, I won’t stop you from looking at a picture of me. But if that’s the case… maybe I should visit you in your office more often.”

Florence’s eyes lit up, and Celia absolutely loved how bright her expression became. “I’d love that, Lady Celia!~ I’m always happy to see you~” she said, so sweetly, so genuinely.

Celia didn’t stop holding Florence’s hands. She didn’t want to. As they met each other’s gaze, she felt something come over her. She wanted to kiss her. It didn’t matter that she was in someone else’s body, it was Florence who she wanted to kiss, in that exact moment.

She leaned in, her eyes closing… then she pulled away, breaking contact. “I… I’m sorry, Florence. That was completely inappropriate of me” she said with a pained tone. She truly did want the kiss, but she knew it wasn’t right, as she was Florence’s boss. The last thing she wanted to do was take advantage of her.

There was a heavy silence in the air. Finally, Florence broke it. “Lady Celia… please. We… we’re not boss and employee right now. N-nobody even knows who we are. If you… I… you sh-should do whatever you want to…” she said, her voice quivering slightly.

The older woman slowly looked back to her, peering into those dark brown pools. “Florence… I… I suppose you’re right. But I don’t want to do something just because I can, or it’s what I want. I only want it if you do…” she responded softly, almost a whisper.

“I… I do. I r-really, really do, Lady Celia…” she whispered back, pressing slightly closer to her. She didn’t doubt at all that she meant those words, and it made her heart flutter like nothing ever did before.

“Please… call me Celia…” she responded before pressing her lips to hers, her eyes closed. They were softer than she expected, and she didn’t mind the taste. But it was less the lips themselves, than who she was kissing. Florence made a cute sound of happiness into the kiss as their lips gently mashed against each other, and that stirring in Celia’s crotch returned.

She gently wrapped her arms around Florence’s hips and pressed closer to her as they kissed deeply, enjoying every second of it. She didn’t want to pull away, she didn’t want to stop, she wanted this to go forever.

But soon, she felt something press against her thigh. Something hard and throbbing, through the soft fabric of a robe. Celia blushed and very gently pulled her lips away.

“Florence… would you like some… help with that?” she whispered, meeting her eyes again. The cute girl blushed very deeply, but nodded. “P-please, Celia…”

With deft fingers, she undid the sash on the front of Florence’s robe, revealing her flat, smooth chest, and a tight pair of black briefs that were being tented by an impressive erection. Celia’s face heated up as she felt her own pants tighten. But she wanted nothing more than to make Florence to feel good, so she ignored it for now.

She went down to her knees, eye-level with the tent, and slowly pulled the underwear down, revealing Florence’s new, long, thick, 8 inch cock. Celia wasn’t a virgin by any means, having had sex quite a lot in her younger years. But it had been quite some time, and she didn’t remember anything she’d seen before comparing to this.

She started by gently stroking the shaft, feeling it twitch in her hands. Florence gasped cutely at the sensation, her body tense, her eyes closed. Celia softly said “Dear… relax. It’s okay. I just want to make you feel good, okay?”

“O-okay…” was the quiet response, and Celia did notice some of that tension fading. After a few more moments of stroking, letting Celia adjust to the sensation, she slowly put her lips on the lip, tasting the pre that had gathered there.

Florence let out a shaky moan, and even if it was with a different voice, Celia thought it was incredibly sexy. Encouraged, she wrapped her lips around the younger woman’s cock and began to slowly bob her head.

Florence put a hand against the wall for support, panting heavily as her new sex was licked and sucked. Her expression was that of pure lust, and it made Celia even harder. She’d love to see that expression on Florence’s real face, but this would do for now.

Celia picked up her pace, managing to get herself deeper and deeper on the length. To her surprise, this body seemed to lack a gag reflex, so she could deepthroat much easier than she ever could before. So, she was soon taking Florence’s entire cock down her throat and sucking hard.

Apparently that was too much for the poor girl, as she moaned loudly, her body shuddering, her eyes rolling back, as she came hard. Celia kept sucking as Florence gave her a thick load to swallow. It was quite a lot, but she managed to take it all.

Once she was done, she pulled herself away and grabbed a napkin to dab at the drops of cum that did escape her lips. Then she cleaned anything else on herself, the floor, or Florence. Cleanliness was quite important to her.

As Florence caught her breath, Celia smiled and asked “How was that, dear?~”, though she knew the answer. She hadn’t seen someone orgasm that hard in quite some time.

“I-incredible~ Th-thank you, Celia~” she said with a cute, blissful smile on her face. But then she looked down and her eyes drifted to Celia’s throbbing crotch, and she frowned slightly. “D-do you want… h-help with that?”

Celia truly did. In fact, she knew exactly what she wanted. But she didn’t want to push Florence into doing anything she could have been uncomfortable with. “I… only if you’d like to, dear. You don’t have to…” she replied in a soft tone.

Florence pouted again, and Celia was a bit embarrassed at how her dick twitched at the sight- so cute and sexy at the same time. “But I want to. Please, Celia. I don’t have much experience but… I can try to do what you did?” she suggested uncertainly.

She felt a bit bad that Florence was apparently a virgin, but she did seem enthusiastic. “A-ah if… if you’re sure, dear… I do have something I’d like from you…” she said, before standing up, and whispering in her ear.

Florence blushed deeply but nodded and walked over to the table, her robe fully falling off, her underwear down on the ground. She bent over it, spread her cheeks, and exposed her hole. “L-like this, Celia?” she asked shyly.

Celia had to resist pouncing on her like a beast. Instead, she let out a shaky breath and said “Y-yes dear, j-just like that~” before dropping her own bottoms, freeing her throbbing hard, 6 inch cock. She didn’t even touch it yet, wanting her first pleasure with the orgasm to be with Florence.

So, she got behind her and slid inside. Florence’s ass was so perfectly tight, and she groaned at the sensation. The adorable virgin whimpered cutely and Celia reached out to hold her comfortingly. “I-it’s okay, sweetie… if you want me to s-stop, I can… but please just relax and… enjoy~” she cooed.

Florence nodded, and so Celia started slowly thrusting. It was an incredible sensation, all of the pleasure focused on her cock, so hard and hot and intense. Again, she briefly wished she was with Florence in her true form. The image of taking the girl’s pussy truly excited her. But this was good as it was, she wouldn’t deny it.

When she knew Florence could take it, she picked up her pace, soon properly fucking the girl’s tightest hole. But she didn’t want the focus only to be on sex. So whenever she could, she’d let her hands explore her partner’s body, press close to her, even whisper soft and sweet words. This wasn’t sex, this was making love.

Soon though, Celia couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She moaned out as her cock throbbed powerfully and started to pump Florence full of her cum. It was a spectacular feeling, the pleasure spiking very high. It didn’t last as long as her own body’s orgasms, but it was just as incredible.

And to her delight, Florence squeaked “Celia!~” and suddenly came herself, her load wasted against the table and flood. Celia was much too happy that she gave Florence a prostate orgasm, not even touching her dick.

“I-it’s okay, dear~ Let it all out~” she whispered in her ear, encouraging her to enjoy her climax as she kept thrusting for a few moments, until they’d both came as much as they could.

Celia slowly pulled away, then gently moved Florence around so she could kiss her again. “That… was incredible, my dear~ I… I hope you enjoyed it as well~” she said with a satisfied smile.

Florence nodded, her expression one of bliss. “I-I really did, Celia~ I know we need to figure this whole swapping thing out but um… I’d l-like to do that again sometime, if we c-could~” she admitted.

Celia bit her lip. Admittedly, she had almost forgotten about the work they had to do. But she whispered “We’ll see, dear~” as she held her close, enjoying this post-orgasmic moment almost as much as sex itself.

There were still many conflicted feelings within Celia. She didn’t know what had happened or what would come next. She didn’t know if what she did was appropriate, or if Florence would be okay with it when they returned to their own bodies. But she did know one thing. She was madly, deeply in love with Florence.

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Jacques didn’t waste any more time in the bathroom. He practically stormed out and right to the living room, ignoring the differences between his new body and his old one. He wanted to claim his sword back, from whoever had it now.

He arrived at the ship in the bottle to see his short but handsome form touching himself in a lewd way, hands all over his chest and crotch. He forced himself not to blush at the sight, and yelled “Hey! Stop your raunchy nonsense and give me back what belongs to me, you knave!”

The person in his body stopped and looked to him, sizing him up. He had a stern expression on his face, standing proudly. “First of all, you’ll be calling me Mistress. Second of all, you must be Jacques- your new body fits you. And lastly, I couldn’t give you your body back even if I wanted to.”

Jacques didn’t care one bit about the other Dateables in the house, especially ones far away from his ship. But even he knew that this was Sophia, known for her role as a dominatrix. He was always glad he never had to interact with her before, because nobody was going to tell him what to do.

“I’m not asking for my body, fool! The sword! That sword is my rightful treasure, and I’ll be taking it back now” he said, reaching his hand out for it.

Sophia raised an eyebrow and put a hand to the sword clipped on her belt, as if she only just realized it existed. With how focused she was on exploring her new body, Jacques didn’t doubt she did.

“No. This is my body now, and I’m taking whatever comes with it, including the sword” she said in a way that made it clear this was a final matter, at least in her eyes. But it absolutely wasn’t to Jacques.

“You bastard! Fine then, guess I’ll just have to take it by force!” he yelled before charging at her for a full-body tackle. He hit her with much less force than he expected, and she suddenly swept his legs out from under him, making him fall onto the ground, on his ass.

He yelled in anger and tried to get up but she put her foot down on his legs, pushing down with force, that stern expression on her face. “Stop- this is just pathetic. Think about it for a minute, wretch. If you were in this body, how easily would it be to take down the body you’re in now?” she asked rhetorically.

He groaned and growled. He knew the answer but he still had fight left in him, grabbing her foot and trying to bring her down. Suddenly, she reached down and slapped his face hard. It stung and made him reel back, caught off guard.

Still leaned down, she spoke in a softer, but still very stern tone. “There’s still a way for you to get your sword. But you’ll have to be a good boy for me, and do whatever I say. Understand, wretch?” she asks.

He scowled at her, rage still fuming. But he knew she was right- he couldn’t win in this fight. The only way he’d get his sword is through trickery. So he decided he’d go along with this for now, and steal it from Sophia when she least expected it.

Jacques forced himself to calm down a bit, and he looked down in an expression of fake-defeat. “Fine. I’ll do what you say” he admitted, though he truly did not believe he was surrendering- only making a tactical decision.

“I’ll do what you say, *what*?” she asked in a harsher tone as she grabbed his soft, pretty face and made him look into her eyes. He had no idea why he felt a warmth in his core at that.

“What? Oh. Ugh. I’ll do what you say, Mistress…” he said with an eye roll. She slapped him again, making his light brown cheek a little redder, then said “You better work on your enthusiasm, wretch.”

He resisted the urge to slap her back, scowling again. But it seemed that she wasn’t going to force him to say it yet another time, as she stood back, standing as tall as she could, while he was still on the ground. “You’re much too dressed, wretch. I’d love to have a sexy outfit to put you in, but I don’t. So strip down to your underwear, but keep the hijab on” she commanded.

He glared at her for a moment before taking off the sash and the jacket first. He pulled off his shoes and socks, then lifted up his top, revealing a slender torso with small breasts contained in a black bralette. Then he pulled down his pants, showing his skinny but shapely legs, his butt and crotch covered by simple black panties. He was a bit embarrassed, not only to be in this feminine form, but also to reveal it to Sophia. However, he didn’t want to show his embarrassment, his pride still shining through as much as it could, even as he sat half-dressed on the ground, his face freshly slapped.

She snapped her fingers. “On your knees, back straight, eyes on mine” she commanded like a drill instructor. He did as she said, moving up to his knees, taking position. He had a feeling he knew what was coming next…

And he quickly found out he was right, as Sophia unbuckled her belt and pulled out the cock that was once his, but now belonged to her. It was already fully hard, reaching its decent length of 6 inches. Jacques was quite proud of it, but he never wanted to see it from this position.

“Suck it. No hands, no teeth, tight lips. Understand, wretch?” she asked. He scowled at her again. “Ugh. Fine.” He should have expected the slap this time, though it didn’t hurt quite as much. When she continued to glare at him, he grumbled “Yes, Mistress…” and moved his mouth to the tip of the shaft.

He wrapped his lips around it and slowly took it into his mouth. The taste wasn’t as bad as he’d feared, and he was able to comfortably fit a few inches in without issue. He started sucking, his soft lips tightening onto Sophia’s throbbing cock. Once again, he felt a surge of heat, and even a new sensation between his thighs, but he ignored it.

After all, he had a goal here, as his eyes briefly drifted to the sword on Sophia’s belt. He had to be smart about this- he couldn’t just take it now, he had to wait until she was deeply distracted by pleasure. So, he doubled his efforts, bobbing his head up and down on her dick, sucking harder, even letting his tongue swirl around.

She groaned softly and said “Mmm good boy~ I’m impressed with how eager you are- keep it up and maybe I’ll reward you~” as she watched him with a smirk. She wasn’t making any actions other than standing there, forcing him to do all of the work.

Jacques would’ve grumbled about it but he currently had a mouthful of his own cock. And he could feel Sophia’s climax approaching, tasting her pre on the tip. He felt his new sex quiver, but he pushed the thought far away, especially as Sophia closed her eyes in deep lust, her groan louder.

Now was his chance. He suddenly moved his hand to the sword, and pulled. Just then, the shaft throbbed and shot a warm, sticky load into his mouth, making him freeze with shock. As he swallowed it in instinct, Sophia panted happily before looking to where Jacques still had a hand on the pommel.

Her expression darkened, and as he pulled away, cum dripping down from his mouth and to his chest, he braced himself for the slap. But it didn’t come. Instead, she sighed heavily.

“This was my fault. I should’ve known that you couldn’t be trusted. Luckily, you have some helpful tools right here” she said. First, she removed the belt, her bottoms fully dropping, and moved the sword and the thumbtack-dagger to the top of the fireplace. Then, she took the belt, as well as the ropes around her arms and right leg, and looked down at Jacques.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Do you still want to earn the sword? Or do you want to walk away now? Because you’re not getting it with force or trickery, wretch” she said very sternly, almost with disgust in her tone.

Jacques felt defeated, an emotion he utterly despised. At this point, Sophia was much too on guard for him to pull that trick again. If he tried to go for it with speed or strength, she’d stop him. There truly didn’t seem to be any other way to get it, other than to play her game. But if that’s what it took, then he was willing… so he swallowed his pride.

“…Yes… Mistress. I still want to earn it… Mistress” he forced out of himself as he looked up at her. She nodded and said “Good. Your safeword is papaya. Finish stripping, except the hijab. That should be the only article of clothing you have on.”

He did as he was told, having no other choice. He unbuckled the bralette, freeing his perky breasts. He was surprised to notice that the nipples were hardened- it must have been colder in the living room than he realized. Simply no other explanation.

Then, he pulled down his panties, and he completely ignored how the fabric was damp. He absolutely did not think about how his new pussy was clearly wet and warm, obvious signs of arousal. No, he was simply doing this because he wanted the sword, and that was that.

Sophia seemed to admire his form for a moment, her dick hardening again, then she nodded. “Now, lay down on your front, your arms behind your back, and your knees bent, your feet pointing towards your head” she instructed. Despite clearly having been mad, she was calmer than ever.

As he started to take the position, Jacques knew what was happening. He was a pirate- he knew the hogtie well. But he’d always thought about it in terms of taking a prisoner or restraining someone dangerous, not something so lewd. He considered resisting, but he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere.

And so, he let Sophia tie him up, binding his feet and tying them to his arms, meaning he couldn’t properly move either. It was demeaning and embarrassing and arousing and… no! Not that!

It was getting more and more difficult to ignore the feeling between his legs as Sophia finished tying him up, and moved to behind him, mounting him. He of course hated every bit of this… but at least he would get some relief.

Sophia groped his ass and pressed her cock in between his cheeks. His eyes widened as he realized her plan. “W-wait! That one?!” he asked in alarm. He didn’t expect her to use his ass, instead of his clearly dripping wet cunt.

“Yes. It’s your punishment, wretch. Why? Do you need to use the safeword?” she asked, still stern. Not concerned or curious, just asking while still in the dominant position.

“W-well ah… n-no but… I thought you’d uh…” he stuttered, and he was actually more than ready for the slap this time. The pain almost… excited him, his whole body feeling warm and tingling. He… he certainly wasn’t enjoying this… right?

“Use your words, wretch. Tell me what you want and *maybe* I’ll give it to you” she said in that cold, harsh way only she could master. It wasn’t anger, but it felt even worse, yet good at the same time.

Jacques hesitated. He knew what he wanted, and it pained him to admit it. What finally made him decide, was the thought that maybe being truthful would help him earn more points with her.

“G-Goddamnit I… I want you to er… f-fuck my ah… pussy…” he mumbled, his cheeks burning red. He couldn’t believe he had just said that. But at least the embarrassment would be over now an-

“Beg.”

“What?”

“If you want it, then beg for it. And don’t just say ‘please’ over and over. Tell me why I should do it, how much you want it, what it’ll mean to you. Be descriptive, and only call me Mistress” she commanded, her voice a bit quieter now- but not softer. Still just as harsh and strict, but with less volume.

Jacques felt dread in his heart. He was a proud captain, not a whining dog! For a moment, he considered using the safeword. But… that would be even more cowardly. If he wanted to win Sophia’s game, he’d have to do it properly. He took a deep breath.

“Mistress… Mistress, please… f-fuck my wet, d-drooling pussy. I… I want it… no, no I ah… n-need it! I’ll be your… g-good boy and do w-whatever you want. And it ah… it’ll feel g-good for you too, Mistress. Please I… I b-beg of you, Mistress!!” he said with his eyes closed, his face deeply red, his arousal burning like a roaring fire.

Silence. No response. No admonishment, no approval, nothing. He wondered if he should have said more. How much more begging would he need t-

Suddenly, she grabbed his ass again, but sank her shaft into his wet entrance, stretching his tight walls. He moaned in shock and pleasure, his whole body being hit with ecstasy. It was a mix of the suspense, the surprise, and of course the burning desire- all combining into an incredible feeling.

Then, she started truly fucking him, railing him into the ground. This wasn’t soft, sweet, lovemaking. It wasn’t even a reward or relief for him. No, she was using him for her pleasure, and it was obvious. She wasn’t stopping for anything as her cock hit his deepest spot again and again.

He knew it was embarrassing and humiliating, but he couldn’t stop the high-pitched moans and whines coming from his mouth. It was all too good, he couldn’t handle it. And all the while, he could feel her hips slamming against his perky ass, her hands groping his cheeks tightly, as she put her whole strength into fucking him. The bondage somehow made it even better, as he wanted to stretch his legs and grip something with his hands, but he couldn’t- he was completely under her control.

Jacques couldn’t help it. He could feel his first orgasm in this new body approaching. His moans reached a higher pitch, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body shuddered as he came hard. His walls clenched tightly onto his former cock, a wave of pleasure crashing through his form.

Sophia groaned and reached her own peak a moment later, bottoming out inside of him as she started to fill his sensitive pussy with her cum, and he noticed how warm and good it felt.

Jacques’ body went even more limp than before after that incredible orgasm and creampie, and he was left panting and whining as he came back to earth, his vision slowly returning to him. In that moment, he had completely forgotten about the sword.

She pulled out of him and made a *tsk* sound in dissatisfaction. “You came too quickly, wretch. Don’t you know you’re not supposed to orgasm until after your mistress does? It seems I have a lot more to teach you. Come back to me tomorrow for more” she said as she untied him.

With his legs wobbling, his mind dazed, and his lower half sore, Jacques knew he couldn’t go for the sword even if he wanted to, and there was no point in arguing. So he just nodded as Sophia helped him clean, dress, and sent him on his way. He decided he *would* come back tomorrow. He was sure he could earn the sword eventually… even if it took several more sessions.

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While a part of Harper was curious about her new muscular body, she knew that what she really wanted was to find Dirk. And of course, the best way to do that was just to call for him in every room of the house.

Still in the gym, she said “Dirkie? Are you here?” as she looked around. Her eyes landed on Stepford, whose hands were gently exploring his body. “Mmm… I suppose I do not mind this… his rear is very soft and plush…” he mumbled in a strong accent, and Harper got to see the person in his body grope his ass.

She felt a stirring in her crotch at the sight, and she stared for a little too long, before shaking herself out of it. What was she doing? This obviously wasn’t Dirk, so she should just move on.

She walked into the bathroom and again called “Dirkie?” as she took a look around. She saw Bathsheba with a deep blush as her hands slowly touched her breasts, feeling them in her hands. “A-ah this is wrong… w-what would my friends have thought of this body… mmf…” she mumbled in a lustful tone.

Harper felt the new appendage between her legs react again, and she suddenly had a fantasy of helping this person in Bathsheba’s body explore it. She shook her head. No! That was cheating, and it was wrong.

She moved to the hallway, her calls becoming more desperate. “Dirkiiiiiiie where are youuuuu?” she whined, her tone not matching her voice. There was no response as she looked around. Wallace didn’t respond, but Harper looked to him anyways as he had a blush and a hand down his tunic. “That’s… massive. Duly noted…” he mumbled, and Harper could see the tent through the fabric.

As her pants tightened even more, she wondered whose was bigger. She thought about pressing her new cock against someone else’s to compare the size, then they could wrap their hands around them and thrust and…

Harper huffed in frustration- at not finding Dirk, at having these thoughts fill her mind, at the throbbing feeling in her pants. She went into the attic and yelled “Dirkie!!”, anger taking over her now.

Memoria looked over to her, a smirk on her face. “Well… hello there~ I’m not your ‘Dirkie’ but maybe I can help you with a little problem you have… or not so little~” she cooed as her eyes went down to Harper’s crotch, which she was avoiding looking at herself, but she could certainly feel it.

The dark-haired woman was curvy and sexy in all the right ways. Harper wondered what it’d feel like to have her hands and lips on her dick. Then she could bend her over and… no no no!!

Instead of responding, she stomped her foot, yelled in exasperation, and stormed out. She could hear Memoria behind her say “Great going, idiot. This is why we should just stick to ourselves.”

Harper practically ran down the stairs, flustered and frustrated. If she didn’t find Dirk soon, she didn’t know what she would do. She looked into the living room, and right before yelling his name, she saw something interesting.

Dolly was speaking to Airyn. The personification of air was clearly flirting- smirking as their eyes checked out Dolly’s curvy body. The playbunny had a bit of a blush, she was standing with a slouch, and then… then she smiled. And Harper could recognize that smile anywhere.

At first, she was happy. She found Dirk! But then she realized what was happening. He was flirting with someone. He clearly liked what they were saying, and they liked what they saw. That cheating asshole!

“Dirkie!!!” she yelled as she ran to him with a furious expression. Before he could get a word in, she started ranting “How DARE you cheat on me?! I don’t care if we’re in different bodies, this is so fucking disrespectful and-“

Dirk, in his newly curvy and feminine form, put his hands up. “Woah woah! Harper?! Holy shit, I’m not cheating! I was literally just fucking asking Ben-Hwa here if they knew where you were, cuz ya know, they’re literal fucking air??!~” he shot back, matching her tone.

She growled at that and looked to Ben-Hwa in their new form. “Is that true?” she asked, her deeper voice still strained with rage. She briefly realized it was probably scarier for people to witness in this body than her old one, but Dirk didn’t back down at all. She always did love how well he could take her anger- it wouldn’t be nearly as good with someone who completely shut down when she yelled at them.

Ben-Hwa seemed uncertain, as if they weren’t sure if they wanted to be involved in the couple’s fight. Harper had seen that expression a lot, and she’d gotten used to it. The good thing was that people always decided it’d be easier to be honest rather than fight back or run away.

They nodded, looking to Harper with a genuine expression. “Yes, it is. Dirk here seemed so concerned with where you were, and what had happened to you. I told him it was tough suddenly being everywhere at once, but I was pretty sure I heard his name in the gym, so you were probably there” they explained.

Her expression softened at that, as she looked back to Dirk. “Awww Dirkie you were worried for me?~ That’s so cute!~” she said with a smile, switching on the flip of a dime.

He blushed a little and scratched the back of his neck in that cute sheepish way he always did. “Well I mean… yeah. I know stuff’s been weird between us lately but… I do still care about you, Harper” he said genuinely as he looked back to her.

She was going to double-down on the sweetness, maybe even hug and kiss him, but his eyes moved down to her crotch and he raised an eyebrow. “Harper, are you… hard? I thought I saw it when you entered but I kinda ignored it…” he said, a mix of embarrassment, curiosity, and confusion in his tone.

She blushed deeply at that. “O-oh um… well, this new body is like, super hard to control… plus ummm… I-I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, Dirkie!~ Ever since I swapped, I was imagining you, and your sexy body~ Your messy hair, your cute face, your… wide hips and huge tits….” she said, her words shifting from speaking about his original body, to instead being about his current one.

An annoyed, irritated expression came onto Dirk’s pretty face. “You fucking liar! You didn’t know what body I was in until now!” he pointed out fairly. A small part of Harper knew he was completely right, but she felt the immediate need to defend herself.

“That doesn’t matter! I love you for you who are!” she yelled back. “It’s not my fault you ended up in some slut’s body, and now you’re whoring it up!!”

He scowled, true rage on his face. “You’re one to fucking talk! You were hard before you even saw me- you were probably checking out every sexy person around you as you looked for me!!” he retorted.

The fact that he was right made Harper even angrier. She briefly noticed that Ben-Hwa was still watching this interaction. Normally, anyone else would have left by now. But they seemed… strangely interested.

“And so what if I fucking was?! It’s not my fault this body reacts like this! At least I was actually looking for you, and not flirting with whatever tramp happened to be looking at me!” she screamed, her blood boiling in anger. But even then, her throbbing erection wouldn’t go down.

Dirk was just as angry, yelling “I fucking told you I was asking them for help!! Stop thinking with your dick, you dumb fucking bitch!!!” As he screamed, he stomped his feet, and his body jiggled like crazy, his tits bouncing. It drove Harper absolutely wild.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, she pushed Dirk against the wall, pressed her body against his, and kissed him deeply. As always, he didn’t resist. Instead, he met the kiss with furious passion, his tongue meeting hers. It felt different this time though, with her bigger than him in every way, and his body so much softer and weaker than hers.

They may have been in different bodies, but this sort of situation certainly wasn’t a first for the couple. They would argue loudly and angrily, then one would start making out with the other, and they’d have angry sex. Then, they’d make up and be sweet with each other.

There were certainly differences though, like when she moved her hands to his chest and was met with soft, squishy tits which she groped eagerly. He whined with a higher pitched voice, sounding even more reactive than when she’d played with his nipples in his original body.

In addition, instead of her wet, tight cunt eager for Dirk’s cock, she felt her new dick throbbing in her white pants as it ground up against his soft thigh in those smooth leggings. She could feel some dust, but she truly didn’t care about that, only wanting more of his sexy little body.

Despite her being taller and stronger now though, it was clear Dirk wouldn’t let Harper top without a fight. He rubbed her twitching tent with a soft hand and moved his lips down to her neck, not hesitating to leave dark hickeys that made her moan and groan.

She retaliated by pulling down the top of his one-piece and groping his tits roughly, feeling his hardened nipples against the palm of her hands. The moans he made in response were delicious, and encouraged her to continue. His tits were bigger than her old ones, and she absolutely loved the way they squished as she played with them to her heart’s content.

Dirk groaned and suddenly moved his hands to Harper’s waist, pulling down her pants and boxers in a single motion. They were both shocked at what they saw be released between her muscular legs- a thick, drooling, 9 inch cock. Bigger than Dirk’s original dick by a third, it stood proudly as the couple gawked at it together for a moment.

Harper was the first to snap out of it, and she knew she had to take the advantage. So she pulled his cute bunny suit down even further, then quickly followed suit with his leggings and panties, revealing his wide hips, curvy ass, and his drooling wet pussy.

Shocked by the sight of his own form, Harper had even more of a chance to take what she wanted. So she pushed him to the ground, grabbed his shapely legs, and spread and pulled them back. Dirk gasped loudly as he was put into a mating press position, and Harper smirked, not hesitating at all.

With that, she slammed her cock down nto his awaiting folds, catching them both off guard by the incredible sensations. She couldn’t even move at first as she felt his warmth envelop her shaft, her brain melting at how good it felt. She stayed there for a moment, buried deep inside of him, panting heavily with pleasure. She truly wanted to stay like that forever.

But she’d be forced to move on as Dirk started bucking his hips up, whining with need and desire. She groaned in response but quickly met his movements, gripping his legs and thrusting hard and fast into him. His cunt felt divine, and she knew it wouldn’t be this good if they didn’t argue ahead of time- Dirk always claimed Harper’s pussy felt better when they were both angry, and she believed him. It’s not that they had angry sex because they liked it- they would just get angry, the sex would be passionate and incredible, then they’d do it again and again.

She was barely thinking about their old bodies at that moment though. It wasn’t just Dirk’s pussy she loved- she loved the way his long hair was draped with sweat under him, how his pretty eyes were rolled back and his plump lips were in a sexy o-shape, how his tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust.

“A-Ah… Dirkie~” she moaned in a very feminine tone despite her deeper voice. “I… I’m gonna cum!~” she whined like she always did when the pleasure overwrote the anger in her brain, leaving only the best, most blissful sensations.

He moaned “F-fuck ah… m-me too~ C-cummming!!!~” as his body spasmed, his cries of pleasure reaching a peak, his cunt tightening down onto her cock. Harper couldn’t stop her orgasm if she wanted to, and she absolutely didn’t. She groaned as she pushed herself even deeper inside of Dirk and came hard, filling him with a very thick, heavy load.

The two of them panted and stayed just like that as they caught their breath. In perfect unison, like they always did, they both moaned “Fuck~” with a dopey grin. Their anger was totally washed away at this point, and they had both forgotten whatever it was they were arguing about. It didn’t really matter, did it? How could it, when sex felt *this* good?

As Harper gave Dirk a kiss then pulled away from him, she suddenly remembered that they weren’t alone, and looked over to Ben-Hwa. They were panting heavily and squirming, their face red, their hands between their thighs.

Harper giggled, which sounded strange in Dunk’s voice. “Hehe Dirkie! We forgot about Ben-Hwa! Look how horny they got watching us!~” she said with an easy expression, incredibly relaxed.

Dirk chuckled and nodded as he looked over to their voyeur. “Yeah, you really enjoyed that, huh?~ Sorry for all the yelling, it’s just what we do” he said genuinely. Harper always found it so cute when he apologized for them.

Their response was very breathy, which Harper couldn’t decide made sense or not. “N-no! That was… the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve tried to have angry sex before, but it was always just roleplay- I never actually felt mad. But you two…. holy fuck, that was incredible!” they said, acting like they had just seen a masterpiece of a theatrical performance, while still masturbating.

She giggled again and she could feel her cock rising as she watched Ben-Hwa touch themself. She looked to Dirk and the two of them shared a look. This wasn’t the first time they added a third, in this post-orgasmic, hormone-filled state.

Without a word, Harper wrapped her arms around Ben-Hwa and brought them in for a kiss. Touching them felt strange but sexy- their body was only partially corporeal, her hands almost phasing through them. The kiss was intense- a mix of soft lips mashing against hers, and air blowing into her mouth.

Dirk didn’t let Harper have all the fun, sandwiching Ben-Hwa, groping their ass and kissing their neck as he pressed his curvy form into them. The former sex toy was whining and moaning into Harper’s mouth, and she wanted more.

Unlike most Dateables, Ben-Hwa’s current form wasn’t wearing clothing. Instead, Airyn usually had cold air currents that covered her body. But with the couple pressing against Ben-Hwa, it warmed them up enough to fully reveal their nudity- perfectly shaped breasts, a sexy curvy ass, and a wet, tight pussy. Harper’s cock throbbed, and she was eager to fuck again.

“Mmm… want me to fuck your pussy, baby?~” she cooed, her voice an erotic mix of seduction and softness, of masculinity and femininity. Ben-Hwa shuddered in her grasp and they bit their lip, thinking about it. “Actually… how about my ass?~ And… your boyfriend can eat me out?~” they suggested, obviously wanting something properly kinky.

Harper smirked at that. She had taken Dirk’s ass with a strap several times before, but this would be a whole new experience, and she was very excited for it. Once again, she shared a look with Dirk, and they both knew what to do. They may have argued a lot, but there were just a few moments in lives when they were perfectly in sync.

With that, she grabbed Ben-Hwa, turned them around, and lifted them up. They were incredibly light, they could probably float if she wanted them to. But instead, her grip went to their thighs as she spread their legs, giving easy access to their holes. Finally, she dropped them onto her cock, piercing their tight ass with her thick, throbbing cock.

Before they could even moan too much, Dirk started lapping away at their cunt. Harper knew from personal experience that he was incredible at eating pussy, and the combination of a soft wet tongue and a rock hard cock was truly amazing.

It seemed Ben-Hwa agreed, as their eyes rolled back, their cheeks pink, their tongue lolled out. But it hadn’t even truly started yet, as Harper started bucking her hips, thrusting hard and fast into their ass, while Dirk’s tongue explored their deepest spots, his cute face pressed deeply into their crotch.

They moaned like the whore they were, and Harper cooed “Mmm yes, louder~ Let the whole house hear you, baby!~”, encouraging them. Dirk never needed that encouragement and neither did she- they usually fucked without words because they knew each other so well. But she wanted to ensure Ben-Hwa didn’t hold back at all.

And they didn’t, crying out louder and louder. Harper picked up her pace as a reward, and Dirk matched it. It was so easy to move their body how she pleased, and her cock could easily and painlessly impale them again and again thanks to their airy body.

It wasn’t long before their moans turned so intense that they became quiet, their body spasmed like crazy, and they started cumming all over Dirk’s tongue. Harper whispered “That’s a good little slut~” and made sure they enjoyed their orgasm to the fullest.

But with the way their hole tightened, she wasn’t going to hold back her own climax. So, she gave one more hard thrust, then came hard, filling them with her second load- still so thick and heavy. She briefly wondered if the cum would just spill out of them, but it didn’t- it stayed deep in their womb, and she could even somewhat see it through their belly.

Only then did Dirk pull away from their cunt, having lapped up all their juices, his plump lips wet with them. Even though he didn’t receive his own orgasm, he seemed quite satisfied, and Harper knew exactly how it felt.

She pulled Ben-Hwa off of her cock and gently rested them on the ground, smiling as they panted heavily, a cute, sexy little mess. Her and Dirk joined them on the ground, kissing and cuddling. Even they knew that aftercare was important.

No words were shared in their moment- they didn’t need to be. Harper was happy and content, at least for now. She was sure Dirk would piss her off again another day… and she was so excited for it.

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Dorian took a deep breath as he removed his arms from his feminine chest. It wasn’t worth getting angry about the situation he found himself in. It was important for him to try to find peace and order in the house throughout all the chaos. And that started with speaking with his own body.

He saw the tall, muscular man giggling giddily from the closet as he rubbed his chest, and Dorian tried not to blush too much as he cleared his throat. “Oi! What are you doing, bloke?” he asked in his higher pitch tone, looking up since he was now considerably shorter than his original form.

The person in his body gasped loudly as they looked down. “OH EM GEE! Not only do I get Dorian’s body but he’s actually talking to me?? Ahhhh I could literally die!~” they said gleefully. Dorian finally realized that this was Fantina.

He sighed heavily. “Bloody hell, Fantina. You can’t be acting so crazy in my body. My job is to keep up some order in this house…” he said, shaking his head.

She frowned at that. “Crazy? I’m not crazy… I’m just really happy! What’s wrong with that?” she asked, her tone sounding a little accusatory. Dorian always figured that despite the way she acted, she secretly knew that she was in the wrong most of the time. As her friend, he knew he had to go about this the right way so as not to upset her.

“Nothing, luv. I’m glad you’re happy and all, it’s just that I need to do my job. If you want, you can er… enjoy it elsewhere. This body may not be as imposing as my old one, but I can still do what I need to just fine on my own” he said with a gentler tone.

She smiled brightly and nodded. “Okay! I can’t wait to count how many chest hairs you have!~” she said before running off. Dorian shook his head with another sigh. He didn’t love what she was going to do while in his body, but at least she wouldn’t be around the others, and he could make sure everyone was safe and calm.

He looked into the bedroom, surveying it as he usually did. Most of the Dateables were exploring their new bodies, and he tried not to focus on how lewd some of them were being, especially when he felt a wave of warmth at the thought.

However, someone quickly drew his attention. Diana was pacing the room, picking up various objects and mumbling. She seemed even more chaotic and restful than before, and he approached her. “You alright?” he asked as a greeting.

She looked back up to him with an incredulous expression. “Alright?! I don’t have a weapon! Our enemies will be here before sundown and I don’t have a single thing to fight them off with- of course I’m not alright!!!” she yelled, and Dorian knew that this was Luke.

He put his hands up. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, mate. Let’s see here…” he said before looking around. He saw the diary, and picked it up. “Why not take advantage of your new form? It’s no blaster, but it can help in a pinch” he said as he handed it to Luke.

The man in the woman’s body hummed. “Mmm… I guess it could work. A good wack and bam! Absolutely toast!” he said with a grin, becoming quickly convinced. “Thanks, private!”

Dorian nodded. “Just remember- not everyone is a swarmer in disguise. Make sure they’re actually an enemy before you give ‘em a wack, alright?” he said with a small smile before walking off. Luke was a bit wild but he was pretty harmless most of the time, so Dorian wasn’t too worried.

Satisfied that the Dateables in the bedroom were fine, he moved to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before he found the problem here- Rebel. They were usually someone he had to talk to since they loved causing problems, but what they were doing now was completely different than the usual.

The rubber ducky was stomping their feet and shaking their head. “No no no, this won’t work! Jean-Loo needs his old self to be the best cool-rapper in the world!!” they yelled, and of course, Dorian didn’t need to guess who this was.

He gently approached. “Jean-Loo, mate, relax a bit, alright? Look, I know you’re in a different body, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still rap. Why don’t you freestyle? It can be about whatever- just try it out, mate” he suggested.

Jean-Loo looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. “I do not know who you are, triangle-woman, but… you do make a good point. Fine then! Let’s see what these new vocal cords have got…” he said as he prepared himself, before busting into freestyle.

“I was Lil’ Crapper, the white and bold king of grime! Now I’m a yellow ducky and it’s such a crime! You laugh, you point, you think it’s funny? Well, I’ll show you how I can still work and get the money. It doesn’t matter my color, sex, or size, I’ll show the fools who’s the best right in front of their eyes!~” he rapped, regaining his energy after only a few lines.

Dorian smiled and clapped him on the back, though the gesture may have came off a bit differently in his smaller form. “There ya go, mate! Glad you can still enjoy what you like~” he said genuinely before moving on to the gym.

At first, he didn’t see anything amiss. A few Dateables were missing and others were being a bit lewd, but nothing he had to get involved with. Then, he looked in the closet. Teddy had his arms crossed in indignation, an annoyed expression on his face. Dorian approached and asked “Hey mate, you alright?”

Whoever was in the teddy bear’s body gave him a cruel expression. “No, I am not ‘alright’. I am supposed to be a goddess, not something so soft and pliable. How can I be deserving of worship in this body?”

Dorian figured this had to have been Rongomaiwhenua. He didn’t particularly like arrogant people, but he usually still treated the woman with respect. After all, she was the very ground itself, and he figured it was just better to go along with her.

“It doesn’t matter the body you’re in, you’re still you. Look at me- I’m small and not in my proper bouncer outfit, but I can still do my job. And just because you’re in Teddy’s body doesn’t mean people can’t worship you” he said as he looked up to her, their height difference more exaggerated than usual.

She hummed at that, considering it. “Is that so? Hmm… alright then, prove it. Worship me, and maybe I’ll agree that this new form is acceptable” she commanded, in her usual tone of superiority.

He nodded and said “Your brilliance shines through no matter your form. You may be soft but I can see just how solid and unchanging you are. And besides, I think your new body makes you more approachable- which means you’ll have even more worshipers soon~”

She smiled in approval and hummed with a nod. “I think you are right, mortal, thank you~ I will continue to stand with the pride and magnificence of a goddess, no matter what body I am in~” she said, her mood greatly improved.

With that, Dorian moved out to the upstairs hallway. Everything seemed fine there, until he peeked his head into the fuse box closet. There, he found Volt in front of Tony, and Eddie right behind him, the owners of the Breaker Box smirking as they sandwiched Tony, who seemed a bit uncomfortable.

“Oi! What the bloody hell is going on here?!” he yelled out. Some self-exploration or consensual sex he could accept, but this seemed like downright harassment, and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

As soon as Volt and Eddie saw Dorian, their attention left Tony and approached him with identical smirks. The way they looked at him sent another surge of heat through his unfamiliar body, their eyes ignoring his face and going right to his chest and hips.

Volt said “Damn, I look so fucking hot from this angle~” and Eddie added “Mmmf yeah I do~ And wait lemme guess… *Dorian* is in my body? Haha that’s incredible!~” in a Jersey accent, of course revealing that both of these men’s bodies were currently being possessed by Tina.

Dorian had trouble knowing who to look in the eyes since Tina was both of them, but he finally landed on Volt. “Yes, I am, but that doesn’t matter. Who are you harassing there?” he asked, his voice as stern as he could make it.

His question was answered by the person in Tony’s body, who waved their hand. “Hi Dorian! It’s Holly! She wasn’t harassing me, she was just um… well, she wanted to… y-you know but um… I wasn’t um…” she started before blushing and stuttering. Dorian didn’t see Holly get flustered like this very often, but it made sense considering how strange and sexual the scenario was.

In Volt’s voice, Tina said “Oh don’t worry about that, Holly and I were just warming up to each other~ I know for a fact I was gonna be spitroasting her after a minute or two~”. She was grinning with both bodies, and Dorian could see some straining tents in those tight pants they wore.

He let out a heavy sigh, knowing that this was another time where he’d have to get involved to make some peace in the house. “If I let you… fuck me, will you leave Holly alone?” he asked with a soft blush. He wasn’t against having sex- and the more he thought about it, the more his current body seemed to like it- but it was certainly still embarrassing.

Tina’s eyes lit up at that, and her new bodies took up the position they were in before- but with Dorian in the middle instead. He was looking up at Volt’s face as Eddie’s body pressed into him from behind, completely sandwiching him. With Volt’s form, Tina gently grabbed his face with a smirk and said “Sounds like a deal, baby~”

Then, she brought him in for a kiss, pressing her lips into his. As she did, he felt a spark and a tingle from her new form, and he let out a little gasp of surprise. But as she slid her tongue inside, he managed to adjust and kiss her back, panting softly. He had heard that Volt was a good kisser before, and now he knew why.

At this point, he could truly feel his new body’s arousal- hardened nipples, a heat in his core, and dampness against his panties. And he wasn’t the only one to notice as Tina, with Eddie’s body, kissed his neck and said “Damn baby, getting horny for me, huh?~”

He didn’t respond out of embarrassment as he kept making out with her other body, but he made sure to answer in another way. He pressed his ass against her bulge, letting her feel how soft it was against her hardness. Dorian had a reputation for being a prude, but his ‘trap Dorian’ self was him as well, and it was really being brought out in this moment.

And he could tell Tina loved it as she growled softly while giving him a hickey, making him whine- the sound escaping because she pulled back from his mouth with a smirk. Then she cooed “Let’s get you out of these clothes, you sexy little thing~”

Tina in Eddie’s body removed his outerwear, while her taller body pulled down his dress, revealing his soft, perky, braless tits, and a pair of silver panties clinging to his nice ass. It had a small wet spot at the crotch- so if Tina didn’t know how horny he had gotten from this, she did now. He swore that her body was largely to blame- he had never been this excited by a threesome- but he knew it wasn’t entirely the body’s fault.

“Fuck, nice bod, baby!~” she let out, grabbing one of his breasts from in front, and squeezing his ass roughly from behind. He let out a bit of an embarrassing whine, his cheeks burning red. “I-it’s your own body, luv…” he mumbled the obvious, noting her self-obsession.

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it~” she replied as she pulled his panties down, revealing his wet pussy. Expectedly, the pubes were shaped into a perfect triangle, with the point pointing down to his folds. It was both cute and sexy, but it did make him blush a little more.

A small gasp made Dorian look over to the other person in the closet, who he had temporarily forgotten about. Holly was staring at his body with lust in her eyes, and a large tent in her pants. The way she looked at him sent a shudder through him. He wouldn’t push her to join, but he did wonder if she’d like to have some fun too.

However, Tina wasn’t paying attention to anyone but him. After another moment of admiring her own nude body, she said “Alright, let’s see what we’re packing!~” and both of her current bodies unbuckled their belts and pulled their bottoms down, revealing their cocks.

Volt’s was longer, at 8 inches, but Eddie’s was a little thicker and still standing proud at 6 inches. Tina stroked her new shafts for a moment, enjoying the sensation. “Fuck, so hard and throbbing… mmm, I can’t wait anymore, I wanna spitroast ya already!~” she said in Volt’s voice, her Jersey accent even stronger in her lust.

Again, he didn’t trust himself to speak, so he slowly dropped down to his hands and knees, making sure his pert ass was lifted up as he looked up into her eyes. He could only imagine how he looked right now with a blush and an earnest expression, which had been very rarely seen on Tina’s face before.

She grinned in excitement and wasted no more time. With Volt’s hands, she gripped his head and pressed her dick to his lips, and he opened his mouth to take it. At the same time, her other set of his hands groped his ass, then slid her cock into his awaiting pussy.

Dorian wasn’t sure what to do as both dicks entered him simultaneously. One of the sensations was familiar, but feeling something so thick inside of his new wet and tight hole made something short-circuit within him, which he briefly realized was amusing considering Tina’s current form.

But he didn’t have time to process it, as Tina started thrusting. She held onto his head with both hands as she forced her length deeper down his throat. He knew how to handle it, keeping his lips tight and breathing through his nose as she tested his gag reflex, which he found was more than satisfactory.

At the exact same time, she was moving herself deeper into his pussy, and then moving back and forth, bucking her hips. He let out a little muffled whine at the feeling, his inner walls slowly adjusting to her girth. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, his whole body reacting to every thrust.

It took Tina a few moments to get her groove, having to adjust to the feeling of her new sex twice over, but soon she was thrusting in perfect harmony. In Volt’s voice, she groaned “Fuck, this is so good~” and in Eddie’s, she added “You’re so wet and tight, and I can feel both- mmf!~”

He wasn’t in the best position to respond, but he did moan on her dick as she slammed into him again and again. It wasn’t just his new pussy that was different about this all- he could feel his lipstick smearing on her cock, his smooth hairless body a little chilly from the closet air, his breasts jiggling underneath him. There were so many sensations, absolutely driving him wild.

Tina was getting more intense by the second, picking up her pace, moving one of her hands to tug on his hair, smacking his ass hard enough to make it red, grunting and groaning. He moaned and whined louder on her shaft as she used him so roughly, and he loved every second of it, his body burning with pleasure.

Suddenly, she moaned “Cummiiiiiing!~” with both of her voices, and Dorian was forced to start swallowing her load while getting a creampie at the same time. It was all too much, he couldn’t handle it.

His eyes rolled back and his body shuddered wildly as his own orgasm hit, his cunt tightening like mad on her cock as waves of pleasure hit his body, making him almost collapse. It was insanely good, and for a moment, he forgot where he was.

He came back to reality as Tina slowly pulled away with a satisfied groan, and he was left with cum dripping out of two of his holes, his breath heavy, his arms and legs shaking. He licked the rest of the seed from his lips and stretched as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. Now he knew why Tina was such a bitch sometimes, and would be so much happier after she had a good fuck- it genuinely felt like such a relief.

Tina said “Mmm fuck, that was so good~ Feeling both your mouth and your cunt was amazing~ And you enjoyed it too, huh?~” with two smirks as she looked down at him.

After stretching properly, Dorian ended up sitting on the floor. He nodded at that. “I’m an honest man, so I can’t exactly say no. But I’m just glad you’re satisfied and you’re not…” he started before blinking as he remembered the reason he proposed this in the first place.

He looked over to Holly who was blushing deeply and panting heavily. She had two hands on her crotch and was squirming with embarrassment and arousal. Obviously she had just watched them fuck, and she was incredibly horny, but too sweet and polite to interrupt them.

He gave her a gentle smile, stood up, and approached her while still nude. “Hey, Holly. Want some help with that?~” he asked softly, a seductive tone in his voice. He wouldn’t be offended if she turned him down, but he wanted to offer her some relief.

She blushed deeper and said “S-sorry if I was being weird or anything! I was watching and it was h-hot but I didn’t want to say anything and-“

He interrupted her by putting a finger to her lips. “It’s alright, luv. We’ll help you out, give you whatever you want~” he promised softly. Not only was Tony’s body naturally horny, it likely didn’t help that Holly was always stressed and busy, so she probably hadn’t had relief in quite some time.

In Eddie’s voice, Tina said “What’s this about ‘we’? I’m tired and spent! Plus, four is a little too much for me, no offense.” Of course she couldn’t go a few more minutes without complaining.

He turned back to her and retorted “You don’t have to, but you do owe Holly something after the way you treated her. And if you think about it, it’s still a threesome- you, me, and her. Lastly… if you do, I… I’ll let you take my ass.”

His argument seemed quite sound, as both of her faces lit up, and her dicks quickly returned to life. “Hey, sounds good to me!~ Just tell me where to join and I’ll be all for it~” she responded happily.

He nodded and said “Help me strip her” as he brought Holly in for a kiss, pressing his body against hers. She kissed him back with a cute whine, as Tina joined them. Between the three bodies, they soon removed all of Holly’s heavy outfit, exposing her hairy chest, her rippling muscles, and her long, thick, throbbing 9 inch cock.

He took her shaft in his small, soft hand, and started stroking it, as Tina in Eddie’s body got behind her and started kissing her neck, while pressing her dick against her ass. Holly moaned and practically melted for both of them, her submissive tendencies quite clear.

Without words, Dorian gently guided Holly’s cock to his entrance and slid it inside, making her gasp at the new sensation. Seeing what he was doing, Tina spread the girl’s ass and slid into her tight hole, causing a louder moan to escape from her.

Dorian felt in-control as he started helping Holly thrust into him, feeling the difference between her cock and Tina’s. It was longer but with the position he was taking, he was able to control it much better, and focus on pleasuring Holly.

But then, he remembered the deal he made. In Volt’s body, Holly moved behind him and whispered “Don’t think I forgot about this~” before gripping his ass and sliding into his tightest hole. He gasped loudly as it felt noticeably tighter than in old body, given how much smaller he was now.

Even though he had just been taken, he still wanted some control. So he told Holly “L-lift me up… yeah, like that…” as she grabbed his hips and raised him. Tina adjusted too, and soon they were both holding onto him and fucking him in the air as he held onto Holly, returning to kiss her back deeply.

And then, they were a fucking machine. Tina and Holly double-penetrating him while Tina also took Holly’s ass at the same time. The normally jolly girl was whining and moaning into his lips as she tried to thrust, but didn’t quite have the same skill with it as Tina did. So, he moved his hips against hers, helping her fuck him deeper, harder, faster.

Dorian’s goal was to help Holly, but his brain was starting to get scrambled again. Not only was his still unfamiliar pussy being thrust into, he was now getting his tight ass pounded as well. And unlike Holly, Tina was rough and intense, grunting and groaning as she used him. The pleasure started taking him over as he moaned out, his high-pitched voice echoing in the small closet.

At this point, it seemed Holly had reached her stride, fucking Dorian’s cunt hard and fast while her own ass was being railed. It wasn’t long until Dorian felt her cock throbbing powerfully and she whined “Dorian!~ I-I’m gonna!!”

“D-do it~ Ah, f-fuck… c-cum inside, luv!~” he moaned out, his eyes rolling back again. She didn’t need any more encouragement and she gripped him tighter as she started pumping him full of her load. From this position, the creampie could stay inside him for longer, properly getting fucked into him.

Tina, not wanting to be ignored, moaned out as well as she came inside both of the tight holes she was fucking. And even after her climax started, she still didn’t slow her thrusts at all, still pounding them both with reckless abandon.

And that triggered Dorian’s second orgasm in this body, his whole form spasming in the embrace of the two women who were holding him, his holes clenching tightly onto their cocks. It was even more intense the second time around, his vision blurring as the pleasure took over his entire being.

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It seemed that Dorian underestimated his current body, as that orgasm was enough to make him pass out. He woke up in Holly’s strong arms, Tina’s bodies beside them, all of them still nude and in the closet.

Tina giggled from within Volt as Dorian looked around with a confused expression. “Fuck, you look so cute like that!~ If I knew I could fuck someone’s brains out, I’d have found a way to get bodies like these ages ago~”

Holly stroked his hair gently with a bit of a concerned expression. “Hi, are you okay? I was really worried when you passed out, Tina told me it was fine, but I wasn’t really sure and-“

Dorian interrupted her with a finger to her lips, though it was a little weaker than before. “I… I’m fine. I’m just glad I could help everyone out. Let’s get cleaned up and dressed so I can get back to work” he said, beginning to think about where he’d go next.

Holly nodded and moved to do as he suggested, but Tina within Eddie grabbed her arm. “Are ya kidding me? We fuck like crazy, Dorian passes out, and now you two maniacs just wanna think about work? No. We’re gonna cuddle and relax until everyone’s feeling better, got it? Aftercare is a big deal, ya know!” she said in a sassy but serious tone.

Dorian blinked at that, and felt his heart warm softly. Tina may have been self-absorbed and obsessed with drama, but she *did* care. He gave a small smile and nodded with agreement, moving in to cuddle with all three bodies holding him.

It was important to Dorian to find peace and order in the house. But maybe… maybe he could find peace and order within himself as well. He certainly felt more clear-headed after cumming his brains out, so maybe he just needed to get fucked more.

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Maggie decided that she’d use her new situation to her advantage, and split her five bodies up, sending them to different parts of the house. This would allow her to investigate five times as fast, check out more clues, interrogate more suspects… it was a genius idea, and she was sure it couldn’t go wrong.

In Hank 1’s body, she would stay in the bedroom. Hank 2 would go to the attic, while the others would split up downstairs. Hank 3 in the office, Hank 4 in the living room, and Hank 5 in the kitchen. She couldn’t cover the entire house at once, but it hit the major areas, and she could always move to somewhere else if needed.

She could move all of the bodies independently, but it seemed a little difficult for them to do different things. For example, she couldn’t open a door and go downstairs at the same time without risking falling down, so the others would have to stop so that she could focus on one task at a time.

She could somewhat see and hear from all of the bodies, but if her focus wasn’t on one of them, things became hazy. Her surroundings were blurry like they’d be in her old body without her glasses, and sounds were muted. But she could easily switch her focus from body to body.

Speaking and having a conversation with multiple bodies was a bit tricky as well, but Maggie was a prodigy detective. She was absolutely certain she could handle it, without any issues at all.

She decided that she would start by picking out the witnesses- and potential subjects- she wanted to question. Prime witnesses would be those who could see multiple locations, have a strong connection to another Dateable, or be willing to cooperate.

In the bedroom, she chose Curt and Rod since they were all over the house and there were two bodies so whoever was in their bodies would have even more information. For the attic, she picked Hector since he had access to all of the vents in the house. In the living room, she decided that speaking to her own body could be quite helpful. She had a bit more difficulty in the kitchen but she settled on Miranda since whoever was in her body was mumbling to themself. And in the office, there were several good options- perhaps Mac because they could have access to important information, Phoenicia for a similar reason, and obviously Skylar would be the best, though she didn’t seem to be there at the moment.

Instead, while in Hank 3’s body, Maggie got distracted by someone in the closet. Winnifred’s body was groping her breasts with a grin. Obviously this was just self-exploration and it wouldn’t help with her case… but something reacted within her crotch, and she had a strong urge to approach. So, she did.

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In the bedroom, Maggie saw Curt and Rod were staring into each other’s eyes and whispering something, and she cleared her throat. “Ahem! Can I ask you a few questions please?”

Both men blushed and moved away from each other, looking to Maggie. The one draped in blue said “Sorry! I was just practicing a romantic speech…” and the other added “I could only do it in the mirror before but now with two bodies…”

Maggie deduced that this was Chairemi, the theatrical performer. “That’s alright. I’m investigating the case of the mass body swapping event, and I’m questioning witnesses. Did you see anything suspicious before, during, or right after the swap?” she asked, splitting her attention on the two of them evenly.

They both hummed as Chairemi thought about it and, in Curt’s body, she responded “Well, suddenly being in two bodies was weird. My consciousness… split, I think? I wonder why I got both Curt and Rod’s bodies instead of them each swapping with someone else…”

Maggie nodded in agreement. “A fair point. I suppose it is because whoever is responsible for this views Curt and Rod as a pair of people that can’t be split, rather than individuals. So we’re looking for someone who looks at the other Dateables in an objective, practical manner…” she decided, staying with Chairemi for a moment as she pondered it.

—-

Walking into the attic, Maggie bumped into Hector, who was on his way out. It was mostly her fault since she wasn’t paying attention, but the person in Hector’s body said “Oh, I’m sorry! I was just heading out to go on adventure~”

Instantly, Maggie realized that this was Beau- only she would be so eager to adventure after only a moment of being in a new body. “It’s quite alright. I actually wanted to ask you if you noticed anything unusual regarding the body swap situation” she said to the other woman in a man’s body.

Beau considered that for a moment. “I mean, my main thought was just about the body I’m in now? Like, I knew about Hector because I’m also the boxes here, but not everyone does. He keeps really secretive” she said.

Maggie nodded at that. She also knew about Hector because he was the source of a case involving people feeling like they had eyes on them, but she was a master detective so of course she did.

“Hmm so perhaps our suspect is one of the attic Dateables. Or at the very least, someone who would know every Dateable in the house…” she proposed, before switching focus.

—-

From Hank 5’s body, she approached the toaster. “Hey! What are you mumbling to yourself?” she asked, deciding to be bold and direct. This body definitely made it easier to be a little more intimidating, when she needed to be.

The person in Miranda’s body jumped and put their hands up a blush on their face. “N-nothing! Honestly, I was just wondering what form of magic could pull off something like this. Even I, Ronaldini, can only make illusions, nothing like this” he said, and Maggie nodded, choosing to believe him.

“It truly is a powerful act, isn’t it? Do you have any idea what it would take to be able to swap everyone’s bodies around?” she asked, figuring she could get some ideas from this magician.

He shrugged dramatically, then blushed a little more when his breasts jiggled. “I-I don’t really know. Some greater force and power than anything I could understand” he replied.

That triggered something in Maggie’s brain. It was only a Roomer, but she knew of a Dateable within the phone who seemed aware of things that others couldn’t comprehend, something about life being just a game to him… perhaps that is a clue she could investigate…

—-

Meanwhile, Maggie found herself just a little excited to talk to her own body. It wasn’t that she was particularly vain or anything, but she was always a little curious what she looked like from other people’s perspective. And as she saw the redhead with sad eyes and a little pout, she thought that she looked really cute.

“Excuse me? I’m Maggie M. Gladsbury, and that’s my body. I’d like to ask you a few questions, if that’s alright” she said in a mostly neutral, professional tone. She didn’t want this person to realize she apparently had the hots for her own body.

“O-oh! Oh no, I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t mean to take your body… I am so awful and horrible, truly…” they said, and Maggie figured this had to be Hector, immediately hating on himself for something that wasn’t his fault.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay- I know that you didn’t do this… unless you had something to do with it…?” she asked, hoping to get some information out of him if she could.

He shook his head, his red curls shaking a little bit. “N-no, I didn’t… but um… I did see something? Right before the swap, I was looking through all of the vents, and I saw… many colors, shifting and changing?” he answered nervously.

Maggie raised an eyebrow at that, curious. “Many colors shifting and changing? Can you tell me more? And was there any particular area you noticed this?” she asked.

“They were like many little… dots of red, blue, and yellow, and they were moving all around the objects. And… oh, it was the bedroom. That was where it started, and where it was the most intense” he replied.

She nodded, piecing the information together. So the perpetrator is likely someone in the bedroom who knew about all of the Dateables, had an objective view of them, could do something incomprehensibly powerful, and created dots of colors. She felt like she was close… she would just have her fifth body finish up in asking witnesses, and then go from there…

—-

Maggie didn’t really understand why she approached Winnifred and was now feeling awkward around the busty woman who was squuezing her own breasts from under the cool and hot water, but as her focus was shifted back to this body, she cleared her throat.

“Uh h-hello there. I was hoping to ask you some… questions…” she said softly as she looked to the curvy woman. She could feel something growing in her crotch and she tried her very best to ignore it, knowing she was supposed to be investigating things.

Whoever was in Winnifred’s body looked up at her. “Eh? Can’t you see I’m busy here, buddy? Unless… you wanted to join the Ton’ for some fun here?~” Tony said with a smirk, checking out Maggie’s current form.

“N-no!” she replied a bit too quickly and loudly, a blush on her face. “I w-wanted to ask if you saw anything when you swapped bodies…” she said, trying desperately to keep eye contact.

But Tony would make that impossible, as he fiddled with the faucets on his outfit until the water stopped, revealing his full, soft, brown tits, capped with dark brown nipples. “Only these titties, if ya know what I’m talking about!~” he said with a grin as he held them in his hands.

“Y-yes I… I know what you’re…” she started but cut herself off out of embarrassment as that feeling in her crotch returned, stronger than ever, and that part of her blue jumpsuit felt quite tight.

“Ha! Yeah ya do!~ Damn, you’re harder than a brick!~” he said lewdly as he looked down to her crotch. Maggie blushed deeply as she saw the tent that was formed, and she could feel her arousal surging powerfully.

But voices suddenly brought her out of it. People were speaking to her- she had to shift focus. Hank 1 first, in the bedroom.

—-

Chairemi was blushing with both of her bodies. “Hey uh… got excited, huh?~” she asked. Maggie tilted her head and followed both of the gazes down… where she saw a very similar tent, but in this dark-skinned body instead. She couldn’t believe it! The Maggie in Hank 3’s body got so aroused that it made her hard in all five bodies…

“S-sorry!” she responded to Chairemi. “Something happened in one of my other bodies and made… ah… this…” she explained with a blush. The girl nodded.

“I-it’s okay, I get it. I can feel what happens in both of my bodies and it can be pretty overwhelming! Like, watch what happens when we kiss…” she said before Curt’s body looked to Rod’s. Then, they pressed their lips together. As they kissed, they moaned softly, and Maggie could see tents forming in their pants. Soon, their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, and they were panting and grinding against each other.

Maggie cleared her throat, embarrassed. Chairemi, within Curt’s body, said “Ah sorry! But do you know what I mean? I just get so excited, and it starts stacking on top of each other, and…”

There was an awkward moment of silence before Chairemi, from Rod’s body, said “If… if you want… you could join us? I mean… me. Kissing myself is fun but… I could certainly use a new scene partner~”

Before Maggie could respond, she shifted focus, which she found was more difficult than before. Her mind was becoming hazy, and things were happening without her even realizing it.

—-

She found herself in the attic and Beau said “Woah, uh, didn’t expect that. You… alright?” as her eyes looked down to Maggie’s crotch, the red fabric being pushed against by her erection.

“Y-yes, sorry. I’m just… not used to this…” she said, trying to adjust it, but it only got worse when her hand brushed against her bulge.

Beau nodded and said “Yeah, I understand that. When I first thought about adventure in this body, I got really excited and… I g-got hard. Thankfully it managed to go down but yeah, just thinking about exhilarating, whirlwind adventures, running through a dangerous path, looking underneath something, finding the hidden treasure… ahhh it h-happened again!”

Maggie bit her lip as she saw Beau with a full erection, tenting her pants. The sight only made her hornier, and she couldn’t stop herself. With her hand still at her crotch, she gently rubbed the bulge, gasping at the sensation. She could feel it from the other bodies as well.

Beau blushed as well, as she saw Maggie touching herself. “Hey uh… maybe I could… h-help you out with that?” she asked as she licked her lips, seeming a bit… hungry.

—-

Maggie’s attention shifted again and she found herself staring into someone’s deep cleavage- but it wasn’t Tony’s. Ronaldini blushed and cleared his throat. “Wow, you… really seem to enjoy looking at these, huh…?”

“Ah! N-no I… I wasn’t… I uh…” she stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse. The truth was too complicated, and she couldn’t think of anything else that would make sense.

“It’s okay… I had my eyes on them earlier…” he admitted shyly. With the guitar already taken off, all he had to do was pull down the top of the dress to reveal his perfect tits. Maggie couldn’t tell if they were bigger than Winnifred’s or not but she didn’t care- she was hypnotized.

“Perhaps you would like to… enjoy them?~” he asked with a bit of a seductive tone as he held his breasts in his hands, pushing past his embarrassment.

—-

Maggie wasn’t even sure she was in control in shifting her focus anymore. She saw her own body- so cute and sexy too- with an even sadder expression than before. “Oh no! I’ve made you so uncomfortably aroused, you can’t even speak…” Hector said with shame in his tone, which Maggie didn’t really understand. He really seemed to blame himself no matter what.

“N-no, you… it’s okay. You’re just… so cute…” she said without thinking. She truly didn’t think she was self-centered, but especially with her mind hazy with arousal, she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind. And even though Hector’s current outfit covered his body quite a bit, Maggie could simply conjure the image of her own new body in her mind, and her cock twitched in excitement.

“O-oh! Umm… wow. W-well, this is your body? So if you wanted to… d-do something with it, you’re free to… would you l-like me to ah… show you your body more fully…?” he asked with a blush, seeming to think that it’s only fair for Maggie to want to do whatever she wanted to him.

—-

Suddenly, she was back in the closet in the office. Tony was waving his hand in front of her face. “Hellooooo? Do you wanna fuck me or not?” he asked, and she realized he’d dropped the rest of his dress, revealing his wide hips and thick thighs, only dressed in a pair of red and blue panties.

There was no other answer. Maggie nodded. But not only in Hank 3’s body, she nodded in all five of them.

—-

In response, Chairemi started kissing Maggie with both of her bodies, their lips and tongues mashing together in a three-way kiss. Their hands started to explore hers, rubbing her dark chest, grabbing her ass, and grinding against her throbbing tent.

She tried to reciprocate the best she could, touching the two slender but masculine bodies pressing against her as she kissed them both. Soon, clothes were coming off. She revealed their bare chests and pulled down their pants while Chairemi worked on her jumpsuit.

Maggie briefly compared the three dicks that were soon exposed… for future notes, of course. Hers was the biggest at 8 inches, while both of Chairemi’s were 6. She had seen penises before but never like this, and she loved it.

The three bodies pressed even closer to each other and their shafts grinded against one another. Wanting more, she took a hand and wrapped it around them all, groaning as she stroked. Chairemi gasped and whined in both of her voices and started bucking her hips as they frotted together.

Maggie brought Chairemi back in for a kiss but took it one at a time, first starting with making out with Curt’s body. It was cute how she squirmed and whined while Maggie forced her tongue into her mouth.

Then she switched to Rod, and it was a completely different experience. Chairemi was the one in control this time, her tongue deeply exploring Maggie’s mouth and groaning in satisfaction as her cock throbbed against hers…

—-

She found Beau on her knees, looking up at Maggie eagerly. “Well? Are you g-gonna let me suck it or…?” she asked, and Maggie realized she missed a bit of the conversation.

“Y-yeah, sorry!” she said before removing her jumpsuit, annoyed that she couldn’t just take her cock out with ease. But soon it was free, and Beau took it into her mouth, licking the shaft before starting to move her head down onto it.

Maggie realized this one was smaller, only 5 inches, meaning Beau could take it pretty easily. She groaned softly at the sensation, while also feeling her dick against Chairemi’s, her hand wrapped around it as she made out with her.

But she focused on her current partner, gently taking her head into her hands. Hector’s face looked surprisingly cute as Beau sucked her off. The lust seemed to get to her, so she soon moved a hand down to her crotch, rubbing her erection through her pants.

“A-ah… j-just like that…” she groaned softly as her fingers intertwined into Beau’s curly hair. Maggie started moving her partner’s head faster, bucking her hips to get deeper down her throat. She could feel her dick drooling, and Beau seemed so hungry…

—-

To her surprise, in the kitchen, her dick was already free, and Ronaldini was on his knees with a smile. “Ready?~” he asked. Maggie expected another blowjob, and she said “Y-yes…”

But instead, he grabbed her 7 inch brown dick and brought into his cleavage. She gasped loudly in surprise and pleasure and he chuckled. “I’m always glad when I can impress someone~” he said before starting to move.

Her dick started grinding in between his soft, heavy tits. It was such a unique feeling as the two warm breasts moved up and down against her throbbing hard cock, all of the pleasure making it even more intense. And she also got to see his pretty face looking up at her with an excited, pleased expression.

Like with Beau, she put her hands into his hair, which felt warm but not too hot. But she didn’t need to guide him at all, he was giving her quite an eager titjob, and she could feel her unfamiliar balls tightening.

—-

To her shock, both her and Hector were already totally nude… and Hector was bent over the table, spreading his cheeks and exposing his asshole. “Th-this is what you wanted r-right? You j-just kept nodding…”

It was becoming more and more difficult for Maggie to make choices, and words were the most difficult, so she just nodded again. The sight of her own body exposing her ass like that was too much… she didn’t hesitate any longer.

She grabbed Hector’s soft, doughy cheeks, and thrust her hard, 6 inch cock into his ass. He yelped cutely at the sensation, and she started thrusting hard and fast, groaning as she fucked him. She’d never been in this position before, but she quite enjoyed it.

She loved the way his ass clapped when she pounded it, his hole so tight on her cock, but best of all were all the adorable sounds he was making. Gasps and whines and moans… she loved it all.

“Yes yes ah… more~ Moan… more~ L-louder~” she panted out, and she wondered if she was just saying that to Hector or not… she didn’t care. He did as he was told, practically crying out in ecstasy, and she could feel her dick throbbing like crazy…

—-

Things with Tony had apparently escalated much further than Maggie expected. She was on the ground naked, and Tony was also nude, straddling her. Most importantly, her 7 inch cock was deep inside of his pussy.

He was grinning as he rode her, bouncing up and down. “Fuck, you like that, don’t ya baby?~” he cooed, still talking like a fuckboy even in his curvy body, and even as he bounced on her dick, his tits jiggling wildly.

She just nodded and moved her hands to his curvy hips, gripping them tightly as he picked up his pace. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as her, gasping and moaning, and he felt so wet and warm and tight…

Maggie couldn’t hold back anymore. She was feeling the sensation of five dicks at once and it was truly driving her crazy. With all of her bodies, she moaned out loudly, her eyes rolled back, her cock throbbed, and she shot out a heavy load.

—-

Chairemi’s dicks twitched in excitement and she made out deeper with her as she came into her own hand.

—-

Beau’s eyes widen but she did her best to swallow every drop, and she did quite a good job.

—-

Ronaldini said “Magnificent!!~” as she came into his cleavage, making such a wet and sticky mess.

—-

Because of her encouragement, Hector moaned extra loud in her own voice as she came into his ass, his pussy left untouched.

—-

And finally, she creampied Tony. He laughed and said “Ha, already? You’re gonna have to work on your stamina there, cutie~” as she filled him up.

Having had an incredible orgasm, Maggie’s head started clearing up. At first, she felt embarrassment for getting so distracted from the case. She had to get back to it!

But… she saw Tony getting off of her, seeming a little disappointed that he didn’t get to cum. She suddenly realized that none of her other partners did either. Maggie M. Gladsbury was a lot of things, but she wasn’t selfish.

So, she locked in. She put all of her focus into ensuring every single one of them would cum their brains out. Then when she was done with that, she’d get back to the case… so long as she didn’t get distracted again…

—-

Lucinda nudged Daemon as she laid on the bed and watched Maggie on the TV she created. “She’s getting close to figuring it out. Should we do something about it?” she asked with a concerned frown.

“No… not yet…” he responded as she bounced on her cock, their face twitching with ecstasy. She smiled and grabbed their hips, satisfied with that answer, and the way his cunt twitched on her dick. Yes, they could definitely wait longer before getting involved…

Chapter Text

Stepford didn’t waste much more time in the living room. He had a competition to prepare for! And of course, he needed to be oiled up, even if that meant doing so in his currently curvy, feminine form.

So with that, he went upstairs and into the gym, where he saw his own body… touching himself, both his butt and his crotch. He blushed a little and cleared his throat.

“Uh… hi. That’s my body, and I’m just here to grab some of my oils and other equipment, so I can practice for the big tournament…” he said, a little embarrassed at the sight of his own body doing something lewd like that.

The person in his body turned around with a small blush of their own. “Oh! I am sorry. Your body is very different than mine, so I was noticing the differences. Of course, take what it is you want. But I will ask… why must you be oily?” they asked, and Stepford figured from the accent that this must have been Keyes. Even as she asked the question, she moved a hand to her flat but muscular chest, feeling it up.

“It limbers me up, helps my flexibility, protects my skin, and… well, it looks nice and shiny too~ Plus, it’s just tradition, and traditions have never been wrong~” he explained with a smile, having answered this question several times before.

She hummed and nodded. “I do believe in tradition. My skills as a pianist would not be what they are if it were not for the virtuosos of the past. However, my own ingenuity is required to truly ascend to greater heights. So maybe consider how you can do the same” she suggested.

He hummed a little at that, as he grabbed the oil. “I’ll think about it! I’m preparing for the Trivia-Letics right now, requiring both physical and mental challenges, so I’ll have to work both my mind and my new body to the max!” he said, preparing to do just that when a voice called out from behind him.

“Oooh, so sorry, the Trivia-Letics have been canceled, on account of everyone’s body being swapped!” Stepford turned around and saw Dasha entering the gym, a bit of a smirk on her face. For someone giving such bad news, she really did seem to enjoy it. But Stepford was so focused on the declaration, he forgot that it was someone else in her body.

His face fell and his heart dropped as he looked to Dasha. “Wait, really? That’s… awful. How am I supposed to prove that I really am number 1 now? I don’t even have my shiny body as proof…” he said in a saddened tone, feeling disheartened. “Maybe… maybe this was never meant to be…”

While Stepford wasn’t really focused, he swore he saw something shift in Dasha’s expression, but he wasn’t really sure what it was. She approached him and put a large hand on his shoulder, a smile on her face.

“Don’t you worry one bit… because there’s a new competition coming up! And I already entered you into it because I know you’ll do great~” she said, suddenly seeming very friendly and welcoming.

Stepford’s mood instantly lifted, his face lighting up, a smile coming to him. “You… you did? That’s great! Thank you so much~ But… what kind of competition is it?” he asked, tilting his head cutely. He hadn’t heard of any other competition being announced around this time.

Dasha smirked again, which didn’t really fit her normally kind face. “Oh nothing you can’t handle… just a normal, standard… swimsuit contest~” she said, and her expression turned almost… cruel. If he didn’t know better, he’d guess that she was trying to… upset him? At this point, he finally realized that this definitely wasn’t Dasha.

He blinked and blushed at that. “But… I don’t have a swimsuit, especially not for… *this* body. I’d always just go in my underwear which uh… I don’t think I can do now…” he said, briefly looking down at his full chest. His breasts were pretty well-contained in a bra, so he didn’t notice them too much until now.

“You’re in luck, my friend~” the person in Dasha’s body said before revealing a black bikini from behind their back. “This one’s super high quality and I’m sure it’ll fit your new body perfectly~ Go ahead and try it on, and we can help you practice~” they said, still smirking.

He looked over to his own body, hesitant. Keyes was blushing and seemed to have some excitement in her eyes. “Y-yes! You should. You wanted to join a competition, right? Now you can, and we will be helping you practice~” she said with a smile, encouraging him to do what he truly wished for.

Stepford smiled in return and nodded. “You know what? You’re right! This might not have been what I expected, but it *is* a competition, and I’ll make sure I win it!~” he said with newfound enthusiasm. He took the swimsuit from whoever was in Dasha’s body, and went to the bathroom. He ensured he had a private place with no peering eyes, and started to strip.

He started off easy, taking off the boots and black socks. Then, he removed the head accessories and necktie, as they’d just get in the way and he didn’t think he needed them. Taking a deep breath, Stepford then removed the brown jacket and blue top, leaving him in a tan bra that supported his large breasts quite well.

Next came the belt, and then the pants. He had on a simple pair of white underwear, quite comfortable and plain. It seemed that Gaia wasn’t the type to wear ‘sexy’ underwear but, in Stepford’s opinion, she didn’t have to- her curves were quite appealing all on their own.

He then removed the bra, something he was quite skilled at… though of course, there weren’t many things that he wasn’t skilled at. And then he let the bra drop, revealing his new huge, soft, freckled boobs. They were bigger than he expected, each one bigger than his head, and they were capped with soft pink nipples. Curiosity hit him, so he gently took a breast into his hand and squeezed, gasping at the sensation. He wondered what it’d feel like for others to do that…

Stepford shook his head- he had to focus. He finally pulled down his panties, showing some neat red-brown pubes right above his new pussy. He also could see how big his ass was, quite curvy and plump.

He knew he shouldn’t stay nude for long, so he grabbed the bikini, starting with the bottoms. He started to pull them up his curvy legs… but it became difficult when they reached his thighs. He had to pull them tightly and shimmy his way into them, and even then, they barely covered his butt. With a grunt, he pulled them into position, and winced when he realized just how tight and ill-fitting they were.

They dug into his new pussy and got swallowed by his ass cheeks, very clearly showing off both, even through the black fabric. It was pretty uncomfortable and he wondered if this was the wrong swimsuit or… or maybe he just wasn’t good enough for it.

That thought snapped him out of it. He knew he couldn’t think like that- he had to think like a winner! And well, while the bottoms were really tight, he could still walk without much issue, and he could ignore the discomfort after getting adjusted to it for a moment.

That just left the bikini top, which was the type that had a hook in the back just like the bra. He put the fabric against his breasts, grabbed the back straps, and pulled… but they weren’t coming anywhere close to each other. Just like the bottoms, this top was way too small for him.

But he knew he couldn’t just give up now. With some adjusting, he could push his tits in with his hands, ignoring the sensation as his nipples brushed against his palms, and start to make some progress. It was still a very tight fit, but eventually he managed to hook it together.

With his success, he looked at himself in the mirror. The top only barely covered his nipples and a small part of his breasts, the rest of the flesh spilling out. He had to be careful when he walked so they wouldn’t pop out, which must have been a part of the competition. Meanwhile, his labia were almost entirely visible as the bikini bottoms were pressed tight against his pussy, and when he turned around, they dug into his cheeks to reveal most of his ass.

Stepford took another deep breath. This may have been embarrassing and uncomfortable, but he had done far worse in his youth. He knew it would all be worth it when he won the trophy. So, he adjusted himself the best he could, then carefully walked out of the bathroom and returned to the gym.

The reactions were immediate. Keyes’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and her cheeks reddened. Stepford could feel how intense her gaze was, moving from his chest, to his hips, to his crotch.

Meanwhile, the person in Dasha’s body had a huge grin, apparently enjoying quite a bit of amusement over Stepford’s situation. “How’s it feel?~” they asked, their eyes peering at his curvy body in a different way than Keyes’.

“Tight and uncomfortable… it’s wedging up so much, I feel like I’m gonna burst out any second now, and it’s… kinda humiliating…” he answered honestly, looking away from the two of them, his shame returning in full force.

Keyes cleared her throat before speaking. “You should not feel bad. You look… very good. It might be uncomfortable but a lot of people have to do painful things in order to achieve greatness. If you really want to win that competition, then this is what you need to do” she said genuinely, and Stepford truly felt that she wanted to help him, though there was something in her voice he didn’t recognize.

He nodded, but he was still quite hesitant. “Alright… but how am I supposed to practice for the competition?” he asked, looking to Dasha. He still wasn’t sure who was in her body- he didn’t know anybody who acted this way- but it didn’t really matter, so long as they helped him.

They said “Oh that’s easy- all you gotta do is walk around the house~ It’ll help with your discomfort, make sure you don’t pop out, and of course you need to work on your walk~” with that ever-present smirk of theirs, a mischievous expression in those eyes.

Stepford wasn’t entirely sure they were doing this to help him, so he looked back to Keyes again. She nodded encouragingly and said “This is a very excellent idea. I will be walking with you… to encourage you of course, and for no other reasons. In fact, I will be right behind you.”

He smiled at that, glad he had somebody there for him. Feeling his resolve growing again, he nodded. “Alright! Then I’ll practice my walk all around the house, and make sure I’m ready for that competition!~” he said with regained confidence.

The person in Dasha’s body just chuckled and said “Have fun with that~” before walking off. Stepford still had a bad feeling about them, but figured they must have been telling the truth about all of this. Only somebody who truly enjoyed people’s suffering would come up with such a devious scheme, and he didn’t know anybody like that.

With that, Stepford started to strut through the house. He started in the gym, taking a lap, his hips swaying with as much confidence as he could muster. He saw Kristof staring at him, his eyes wide, a blush on his face. The person in his body mumbled “Ah that’s… wow… m-maybe being in this body a little longer won’t be so bad…”

He moved on to the bathroom, letting everyone see him as his tits jiggled and his ass clapped with every step. From within the bathtub, he saw River watching him with a deep blush. “I-is this the sort of thing that happens here…? How l-lewd…” they said to themself, but their embarrassment wasn’t enough to cause them to look away.

Then, he entered the bedroom, making sure the whole room could see how much effort he was putting into his walk, ensuring it’d be the type of thing to win gold. From the drawer of the bedside table, Ben-Hwa blushed, bit their lip, and squirmed a bit. “Eep! So h-hot and kinky! I… ahhh… I th-think I need to f-find someone to help me…” they said surprisingly cutely.

Just as Stepford was about to leave the room, he heard someone say “Wait! Whatcha doin’ there?!”. He looked back to see Amir, a shocked and embarrassed expression on his face as he looked at Stepford’s almost-nude body in his ill-fitting bikini.

“I’m practicing for the bikini contest! I was told that the best way to practice is to strut around the house, so that’s what I’m doing~” he said with a smile. He was vaguely aware of Keyes still behind him, but she didn’t seem very focused on the conversation for whatever reason.

Whoever was currently in Amir’s body put a hand to their face, blushing deeply. “Whoever told ya that is a lying sack of shit! There’s no bikini contest, and that there is way too small for my body, don’t ya know?” they asked incredulously, and from the accent and the use of the words ‘my body’, Stepford realized that this was Gaia, and he suddenly blushed in embarrassment.

“O-oh… uh… sorry. I just… trusted someone, but… I guess I shouldn’t have. I’m Stepford by the way and… I’m guessing you’re Gaia? I’m sorry for… misusing your body…” he said, dropping his head in shame, feeling bad for getting so caught up in his drive to win, that he didn’t consider what he was actually doing.

Gaia sighed softly and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I-it’s alright, I knew you weren’t meaning anything by it. But uh… w-why don’t you get changed?” she asked, looking away suddenly after getting a glimpse of his chest.

He nodded and agreed with that, returning to the bathroom and finding that private spot he was in before. He looked at where he had put his clothes when he changed into the bikini… but they weren’t there. His eyes widened and he started looking around in panic, searching for them, but to no avail.

He ran back into the bedroom, saying “Someone took th-“ but suddenly got interrupted by a *snap* as his bikini top burst off of his chest, exposing his full, heavy tits. His cheeks reddened even deeper and he gasped, moving his arms to cover them up.

Poor Gaia was shell-shocked at Stepford’s revelation, staring at him, unblinking, her jaw dropped. He said “I-I’m sorry, Gaia, I reeeeeally messed this up. If there’s anything I can do to make up for it, please, let me know!”

Suddenly, Keyes approached him from behind and whispered in his ear. “I know what you can do to help her… look at her crotch. She is suffering… so you should give her some relief…”

He blinked in surprise as he followed Keyes’ gaze, seeing a tent in Gaia’s black pants, through her transparent jacket. He supposed it made sense that she would grow aroused, and it was his fault… so he should absolutely take responsibility and help her out.

After a moment of deciding, he moved his arms away, freeing his breasts again, then got down to his hands and knees in front of Gaia. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you! It’s my fault you’re like this after all…” he said before moving her jacket aside, then grabbing her bottoms and pulling them down. Her thick, 8 inch, brown cock almost smacked against his face, as hard as could be.

Gaia gasped loudly, cheeks red, eyes popping out. “W-what the! Hold on a m-minute there, you-“ she started, but Stepford knew what he needed to do. He took the shaft in his hand and stroked a few times before putting his lips on it, taking it into his mouth.

She moaned in shock as he did, her body tense… until she started to relax as he sucked, the pleasure surpassing her hesitation. She then put her hands on his head, gently stroking his soft red hair, her breath coming out in heavy pants.

Stepford was happy to please Gaia… until he suddenly felt his bikini bottoms ripped off of him, and he remembered that they weren’t alone. He looked back to see Keyes with her pants down to her knees, her hard 7 inch dick throbbing and drooling. Of course… he made Keyes horny too… it’s only fair that she’d use him for relief, after all the help she’d given him.

And once he lifted his thick ass for her, she didn’t hesitate to grope it, then slide her hard cock into his awaiting pussy. He let out a muffled moan against Gaia’s dick as he felt Keyes’s shaft piercing his wet, tight cunt, giving him a completely new sensation.

But still, he wanted to make sure Gaia was satisfied, so he put all of his focus on making her feel good. He bobbed his head back and forth on her throbbing length and swirled his tongue all around it, keeping his lips as tight as he could.

She groaned in satisfaction and soon started bucking her hips to meet the back of his throat as she tugged on his hair a little. “O-Ohmigod… mmmf this… ahh~” she moaned, truly immersing herself in the pleasure.

Gaia wasn’t the only one though, as Keyes started clapping Stepford’s ass as she pounded his pussy, gasping and moaning. “T-truly wonderful~ I could… g-get used to this~” she cooed happily in her strong accent as she fucked him harder, his walls tightening as her dick hit his deepest spot over and over.

It was intense for all three of them, but Gaia was the first to reach her climax, moaning out as she came, filling Stepford’s mouth with a heavy load. He did his best to swallow it, but it was a bit more than he could handle, so a bit dripped down his chin and to his chest.

Keyes followed soon after, gripping Stepford’s cheeks extra tightly as she bottomed out inside of him and started pumping him full of her sticky, warm seed. It was such a deep and intimate feeling, the pleasure hitting Stepford hard, triggering his own orgasm.

His muffled moans on Gaia’s dick were surprisingly cute as his whole body shuddered wildly, and his pussy convulsed on Keyes’ cock. For a moment, all he could focus on was that incredible sensation as his orgasm struck his body, his vision briefly blurring.

Both women pulled out of him, and he all but collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. He looked up to them and breathlessly asked “D-did I make up for it?”

Gaia let out a surprised chuckle and stroked his hair again. “Y-ya sure did, bud… don’t ya worry, we’ll find ya some clothes and… maybe we can come up with another kinda competition for ya~” she said with her own strong accent, and a gentle smile.

Keyes smiled as well and nodded. “Oh yes~ I can think of all sorts of things you can do with that body of yours~ And we can help you practice as much as you would like~” she added, seeming quite enthusiastic.

Stepford’s expression brightened, even as he sat on the ground between them, still catching his breath. He was so lucky to have friends to encourage him and help him in his endeavors!