In Search of the Body Thief (Patreon)

Isabella shifted uncomfortably on her feet, the cold wooden floor pressing against her bare soles. Her heart pounded as she watched the agents in their sharp suits questioned the other girls. Her exposed body covered only by panties felt alien and unfamiliar, the hairs that tickled her shoulders made her shudder. It felt wrong.

‘God, why is it so hard to say that I'm one of them and that this body thief we're looking for is here!' she thought, biting her lip. She could feel the sweat on her palms, the thin, silky fabric of the top she was holding slipping through her fingers. ‘Damn it, just say it! Tell them you’re Mark, that you're one of the agents!'

"Next!" one of the agents barked, pointing directly at her “What’s your name?”.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. 'I'm Mark. I'm an agent and you should recognise me' the words stuck in her throat. "I... I’m Isa... Isabella," she stammered as her eyes widened with horror. 'NO, I'm NOT!' Isabella felt the agents eyes boring into her bare breasts, that felt heavy and strange hanging down, swaying as she nervously stepped back, covering them with her arm. ‘I need to tell them who I am. I need to—’

"Isabella, huh?" The agent’s eyes narrowed as he scribbled something down on his notepad. "You look nervous. Got something to hide?"

'He’s talking to me like I'm just some... some whore,' she thought angrily. But wasn’t that what she was now? Just another girl in this brothel, ready to let anyone take her for the right price? She forced a nervous smile "N-no, senor," she murmured, hating herself more than anything with every word that came out of her mouth. "I'm...I'm just n-nervous, Senor... I'm work here..."

"I don't care if you're here illegally or anything, if that's what you're asking." His eyes narrowed. "All I care about is finding a very bad person, Isabella, who can change bodies. Have you noticed anything strange lately? Anything unusual? Anything different than normal?"

‘Yes! Yes, I'm here! I'm an agent and this bastard stole my body! That's my body and I want it back,' her hand jerked forward in the direction of her former body, but it stopped halfway, frozen in mid-air. Isabella’s fingers trembled, and she quickly pulled her hand back to her side, squeezing the flimsy top she held tightly between her fingers.

"No, senor... nada extraño," she muttered, her voice wavering. She tried to steady herself, to remember the training she once had, but all she could remember was how to strip off her clothes like a pro and make the perfect blow-job.

The agent tilted his head, his eyes narrowing further as he studied her. "Really? Because you seem pretty damn nervous for someone who claims to know nothing. You wouldn’t be lying to protect someone, would you, Isabella?"

Isabella swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten. 'No, damn it, no! I'm trying to tell you the truth but I can't!' she wanted to scream, but all that came out was a shaky breath. "No... no, senor," she repeated. "I... I no protect anyone. Just... just scared. You... you men with guns and questions. Scary."

The agent glanced down at his notepad again, scribbling something quickly. "Hmm. Alright then, if you say so," he said slowly, looking back up at her with a skeptical gaze. "But if you remember anything, anything at all, you better come find me. Understand?"

Isabella nodded quickly, her heart racing. "Sí, senor," she mumbled, clutching the fabric tighter against her chest. 'God, this is a nightmare. How am I going to fix this?' She smiled weakly, turned her face at her former body that now stared at her with wide smile.

She, with great difficulty, nevertheless approached her former body, looked at her former face and smiled weakly, opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Body thief, seeing this, and knowing the reason why, smiled wider, slighly slapping her ass, then leaned against her and whispered in her ear.

"It's hard to tell the truth and not act like that bitch, isn't it?" his breathe warmed her ear and Isabella swallowed nervously, but trying to stay calm, nodded. "That's why you couldn't catch me, most people just can't talk about it... Don't try to fight it. You're a pretty little puta now, nothing more." he paused for a moment and added "Don't worry, I'll probably use your services soon and leave a good tip, say, as compensation. Now please excuse me, I have to continue searching for this... body snatcher, haha," with a laugh, he moved away while Isabella stared at him open-mouthed and shocked.