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The air rushed into my lungs in deep, rhythmic gulps. My legs pounded against the pavement, muscles flexing with effortless power. I blinked, disoriented—wait, since when was I outside? Since when was I running?

Then it hit me.

I skidded to a stop, looking down at myself. Broad chest, thick arms, legs built for endurance—no way. It worked. The website actually fucking worked.

Adrenaline spiked through me, but not because of the run. I reached into my pocket—Henry Drew’s pocket—and pulled out his phone. The screen locked, but the front camera gave me a perfect view of his face staring back at me.

I grinned. "Holy shit."

A laugh burst out of me, loud and giddy in the quiet park. No way was I wasting a second of this. I turned on my heel and sprinted back to the apartment complex, my new body humming with energy.

I hesitated in front of my own apartment door. The spare key was still tucked under the rug, just like always. Careful not to make noise, I let myself in—then froze.

They were all out cold. My body was sprawled face-first on the carpet next to Kevin and Russel. Steve had collapsed halfway off the couch, James slumped in an awkward heap beside him.

A slow grin spread across my face. One look at the open laptop on the table told me everything. They did it too. They picked their hosts while I was gone.

Shaking my head, I stepped back into the hallway. Figuring out who was who could wait—right now, I had a neighbor’s apartment to check on.

I crossed the hall and let myself in with Henry’s key, my pulse kicking up at the warm rush of air and… noises.

Oh. Oh wow.

The Drew family—or rather, the guys now inhabiting them—was an absolute mess of tangled limbs and flushed skin. Naked bodies sprawled across the living room, sweat glistening under the dim lights as hands and mouths explored with reckless abandon.

Samantha—no, James—was perched shamelessly on Lance’s lap, her fingers working slow, deliberate circles over her own swollen clit. "Oh my god," James moaned in Samantha’s breathy voice, squeezing her full breasts with greedy hands. "I knew they’d feel amazing, but fuck—they’re so soft—" She arched her back, rolling her hips against Lance’s thighs.

Lance—Steve—grinned behind the beer bottle he was chugging, swallowing deep before landing a sharp smack on James’ ass. "Damn, Mom," he teased, voice dripping with amusement. "Never thought I’d see you getting this handsy with yourself."

James shot him a glare, but it was ruined by the way her breath hitched as she rubbed faster. "Shut the hell up, Steve," she panted, voice cracking between moans. "Like you’re not loving every second of this."

Steve just laughed, gripping her hips tighter. "Oh, I am. Just didn’t think you’d be the one begging for it."

On the floor, Sophie—Kevin—and Abby—Russel—were locked in a sloppy, moaning 69. Kevin’s fingers plunged deep into Sophie’s slick folds while his tongue worked hungrily at Russel’s dripping pussy. Russel let out a high, breathless whine, fisting Kevin’s blonde hair as his hips jerked upward. "Jesus Christ, Kev," Russel gasped in Abby’s voice. "You—fuck—you weren’t kidding about her being wet—"

Kevin pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, Sophie’s lips glistening. "Told you," he panted. "But yours—" He dove back in, tongue lapping eagerly. "Fuck, Russ, she drips—"

Russel threw his head back with a moan, fingers tightening in Kevin’s hair. "Shut up and keep going—"

Steve spotted me in the doorway, grinning as James writhed above him. "Took you long enough, dude," he drawled, popping another beer open with his teeth. "Get in here before we start without you."

I swallowed hard, taking in the scene—the bite marks on Russel’s thighs, the way Kevin’s ass rose eagerly as he buried himself deeper between Russel’s legs, the filthy, breathless curses spilling from James’ lips.

Yeah.

This... was going to be insane.