Body Thief - 4 (Patreon)

Gonna try to post again. Apologies for any typos or mistakes since my vision isn't quite back. This was a commission from a few years ago.

Chapter Four

I hung up the phone and ran down the hallway and into Denise’s bedroom. Denise was on top of Sergio and plunging his cock into her when I ran into the room.

“So, you decided to— “

“Pull out right now!” I said, grabbing Denise’s arm. “If you have sex, it will seal you into that body!”

Denise’s eyes widened. “Madre de Dios!” She pulled out of Sergio and moaned as her thick cock fell free. “We were muy close!”

Sergio’s fat body jiggled as he pulled up the covers. “How do you know this?”

“I just talked to…well, myself,” I said, handing Denise Sergio’s pants. 

“How did that go?”

I sighed and sat down so I could tell them the whole story.

After I told them, they both looked at me, stunned. “So only a week?”

“That’s what he said.”

“And we can’t fuck?” Denise had a horrified look on Sergio’s face.

“Not if you want your body back, I suppose.”

“I don’t think I’ve gone a week without sex since I was 8.” Sergio chuckled.

“Right?” Denise said. “And now I know what the term ‘blue balls’ means! This is so unfair!”

Denise got up and went to the full-length mirror. “You know…” she pronounced ‘you’ as ‘ju.’ The Mexican accent was really growing. “I could do so much with this cuerpo.”

“What’s up with the Spanish thing?” I said. “You’re sounding more and more like the real Sergio.”

Denise shrugged. “I try to stay as Denise, but the Sergio part of me es…growing.”

She pronounced Sergio as Serhio…not like she had said his name before.

“I wonder how much of us will be left after a week,” Sergio said. “Am I going to start wanting to do garden club and redecorating the wallpaper?” He got up and looked out Denise’s high-rise apartment window. “I know where her house is. I can literally see the lights from here. She’s a widow, so there’s no one at home except for Jackson, her little poodle who is going to need food and a walk before very long.”

“And I knew Denise’s passwords…” I said. “I can feel things coming through as well, like that artwork—“I blushed feeling aroused again.

“Babydoll, I was a very sensual person.” Denise took both my hands in hers. “I knew you liked me, and I liked you too. You had such a nice smile whenever I’d go to Manuel’s. Did you know I always asked for your section?”

I smiled and nodded.

“Por que you were the sweetest guy. You’d double the size of my chips, give me extra drinks, and made sure my meals were always hot and fresh out of the oven. I knew that…just like I knew Greg over at Starbucks, or Devon at La Pierre would treat me right.”

I sighed, looking down. “So, I was really no one special.”

“You were special!” She stroked my face, pulling a strand of red hair out of my eyes. “You are special, muy especial.” She smiled. “Just like Devon, Greg, Carl— “

“I get it, you knew a lot of men.”

“So many hombres!” She got up and started posing in front of the mirror again. “And I know Sergio was popular with many men tambien.”

“Si, es verdad,” Sergio said.

“They are all muy importante to me. Very important. But there’s no way I could settle down for just one, Geofredo. Do you see?”

I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

Denise stood and stared at her male body in the mirror. Sergio had a good physique, trim, and he obviously worked out. She ran her fingers over his tan abdomen, feeling the ridges. “It would not be so bad living in this body,” she finally said. “I could do a lot with it. Mucho.”

“Don’t get too attached, puta.” Sergio grinned. “I refuse to live as an overweight older woman. Sergio can only be Sergio!”

“But what if I am better Sergio than Sergio?”

“Ahh, but then you’d be the imitacion Sergio! The world can have only uno!”

They both laughed and hugged each other, and I could see Denise’s cock start to rise again.

"You two are going to be stuck like that, if you get any closer.”

“So, he specifically said ‘fuck’ right?” Denise said.

I nodded.

She looked at Sergio. “There’s a lot we can do besides penetration.”

“On the bed, puta. Let me show you what the real Sergio can do with mi lengua.”

I sighed. “There’s more we need to talk about than sex.”

“¿cómo qué? Denise said. I wonder if she even knew she’d lapsed into Spanish.

“Like where are we going to stay? What are we going to tell our families? What about our jobs and activities? Why are we starting to talk and act like each other?”

Denise laid back on the bed, pulling Sergio with her.

“We can stay here. We tell our familias, nada. We take a week off our jobs by saying we have Covid.”

“And the last? You’re speaking as much Spanish as English now, if you didn’t know.”

“No sé. It’s just coming to me for some reason and getting harder to translate.”

“Welcome to mi vida, chica.”

I was getting angry. I wasn’t happy about this, and I wanted it to end. That stupid body thief was in my stupid house right now, and all I wanted to do was go to bed. This wasn’t fair.

“I’m going home,” I said.

“You are home.”

“No.” I got up and went to the closet to put on one of Denise’s light jackets. “I’m not home. I want to sleep in my own goddamn bed in my own goddamn house with my own goddamn family. You two can fuck or do whatever the hell you want, but I’m going home!”

“Geofredo—“Denise said, getting up off the bed.

“Stop calling me that, too!” I absently picked Denise’s purse up off the small table and headed for the door.

“Geoffrey!” Denise said, running after me. “Look what you’re taking!”

I glanced down, and saw the purse, then set it down. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. How are you going to get home, though?”

I sighed, angry. It was surprising how angry I was. My house was only a few blocks but walking that far looking like this wasn’t going to be good.

But I didn’t have my wallet, my keys, my car. It wasn’t like I could call someone to pick me up. What did you do when everything has been taken from you?

I felt myself start to cry. 

“Oh, pobrecito.” Denise took me in Sergio’s arms. He only wore a pair of Sergio’s underwear and was naked from the waist up. I could smell the workout they had, and enjoyed the feeling of his arms around—

“Dammit!” I pushed him away. “That is not a feeling of mine!”

“I was a very sensual person, Geoffrey.” Sergio said. “I won’t apologize for that.”

“Yes, but that was for you, not me!”

I wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else, other than this crazy penthouse with the lewd artwork. I didn’t want to be in Denise’s body, didn’t want any of this to happen, I just wanted to be home, eat a sandwich, then crawl into my own bed.

I thought about my family. I had a little sister, and my Mom and Dad. How would I explain any of this to them? Could I make them believe me somehow?

“Darling, didn’t he say not to show up there or the deal would be off?”

“I don’t care. I’ll convince my mom and dad that— “

“Is the risk worth the reward?” Denise took me by the hand down the hall and into another bedroom…the guest room. It was as lovely and nearly as spacious as the Master with an en-suite bathroom, and lewdly sensual art in black and white on the walls featuring my current body in various stages of undress.

She started a bath, adding some bubbles, then wordlessly took my dress off and laying it into a covered wicker basket. She gently pushed me back on the bed and took off my stockings, helping me off with the bra and panties.

It was a quiet, private, moment as she led me into the bathroom, and helped me into the tub. The water was hot and scented with lavender and I settled into the warmth, leaning back against the wall.

“This is how I close out every day,” she said softly. “Lean your head back.”

I did as instructed and she gently washed my hair, then conditioned it. Leaning back, she wrapped my long hair into a towel, and pinned it up so it wouldn’t fall into the water.

With an evil gleam in her eye, she turned on a small handheld shower head, then adjusted it so it jetted fine streams, and put it under the water.

“Spread your legs darling…”

I felt her maneuver the water jets directly into my folds, the streams of water toying with my clitoris and making the labial folds vibrate.

I gasped, feeling the intense sensations travel upwards, and I began rocking my hips forward and back as she guided my hand to hold the faucet, then wrapped my knees around the steel hose.

Unable to stop, I pivoted upwards, letting the warmth stream into me, rocking back and forth, back and forth until I came in a bodily orgasm that left me trembling and weak.

“Ahh, there we go,” she said softly.

I nodded. “Wow.”

“Hah, wow is right. If men knew we could come so fast with a bit of warm water placed in just the right spot, maybe they’d think twice in how they treat us.”

I smiled. “Us?”

She chuckled. “Okay, current body notwithstanding.”

“And you’re speaking without a trace of an accent.”

She nodded. “Yeah, strange that. It’s like when I’m near him, suddenly I can’t put a whole sentence together without speaking in Spanish.”

She helped me out of the tub, then dried me off gently with huge fluffy towels that felt like a cloud. Sitting me down at a vanity table, she showed me some lotions and creams.

“Face, skin, neck, and hands.” She pointed at each bottle. “Every day.”

I nodded and started with the skin lotion, then followed the routine she led me through for the face, neck and hands. Then she unwrapped my hair, after toweling it dry vigorously, adding a conditioning treatment before drying my hair, then slipping a sleeping bonnet over my head.

“Never never sleep without the bonnet.”

“Why?” I said, my eyes barely open.

“Your hair is naturally curly. If you sleep without a bonnet, it’ll become a ratted mess. Just listen to me, darling.

I nodded as she helped me into a satin nightgown, then helped me into bed.

“Want to cuddle?” She said, stroking my forehead.

I didn’t really, not with…well, Sergio but if I closed my eyes maybe I could pretend to be cuddling with the real Denise?

“Sure,” I held open the covers. “But keep that far away from me.”

He slipped under the covers, then pulled me into his arms, which actually felt kind of nice. “Remember, I know where all your secret places are, dear.”

“And none of that either!” I said.

He chuckled softly. “I could be such a beast in this body. Knowing what I know.”

I nodded and snuggled back into him, feeling my eyes slide shut.

Who knew what tomorrow would bring.