I was at a strip club for my bachelor party when a sudden global event made most people in the world swap bodies. Now I'm in the body of the incredibly busty strip club headliner in Swapped with a Stripper, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. (Note: It's a dollar more on Amazon because they won't let you price stories below $2.99 unless you make it an Amazon exclusive. Sorry!)

I can't let my sexy new body distract me from getting home to my fiance to see who she's become. Maybe once I'm safely back at my place we can explore our new forms together.

Quickies are short stories written to rev you up fast and hit the spot in one sitting!

“All right guys, give it up for Kitty Love!” The DJ announced.

A thudding base line filled the strip club and the lights on stage went up. My best man, Colton, and my other friends raised their beers and hollered loudly. I played along, though my heart wasn’t really into it. I mean, a bunch of random women dancing on your lap for money, trying to get you hard while other guys sat around and watched? Strip clubs were weird. But this was my bachelor party so I tried to make the most of it, concentrating more on the pretty women and less on the skeezy guys. I was pretty sure my friends were playing along as well.

The curtains at the back of the stage were thrust aside and Kitty Love pranced out with a wide smile, all white teeth and red lips. She was the headliner of the night, confident and assured as she stepped onto the stage to the howls of appreciation from the audience. A glittery bra strained to contain her massive fake breasts—triple H’s if the promotional posters around the place were to be believed—and a matching pair of panties barely covered her sex. Her body was long and lean, disproportionate to the huge breasts, which barely moved as she danced forward in her impossibly high heels and grabbed the stripper pole to swing around.

I moved up closer to the stage and pulled out a wad of one dollar bills. I was there, I may as well act the part. She was hot in a manufactured way. Besides, I was a guy and, I mean…boobs.

Her blonde hair spun behind her as she twirled around, grabbing the pole and thrusting her legs in the air to wrap around the pole, clinging to it upside-down with her strong thighs and slowly sliding down to the floor. She pulled herself up again and gyrated against the pole, grinding on it. I guess I was supposed to pretend that pole was me?

The guys around me held up dollar bills and she crawled towards us, her ripe breasts hanging down below her. When she reached me, they dangled right in my face. I wondered how hard they were. How heavy? She was a pro at this. Did she really like all this male attention or was it just a job? I tried to turn off that analytical part of my mind as I stuffed a dollar bill into the strap of her G-string.

It was a one night thing, I should really just enjoy it. Far different from my daily life working in the city administration. Next week I’d be married to the love of my life, Lilly, who was having her bachelorette party on this same evening back at our apartment. I couldn’t see myself ever coming back to a strip club. I wondered if Lilly was thinking the same thing while a male stripper danced in our living room.

Kitty stood on her incredibly high heels and reached behind her. Her bra came loose and one strap slid down her shoulder to cheers from the crowd. She smiled, playing it up, slowly slipping one strap off, then the other, before letting the bra slide off and into her hands, revealing her truly gigantic breasts in all their round fullness. Honestly, the bra was so small that removing it didn’t reveal much more than we’d already seen, but the guys around me thrust out their dollar bills and cheered as if it was the greatest trick in the world. I played along, holding up a dollar bill to entice her closer. She stepped towards me, smiling right at me.

That was when everything changed.

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