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  • Chapter 9

    Chapter by PEWshhhh · 19 Sep 2026
  • Secrets of the club and parties stats to reveal.
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  • THE SWAPARTY : CHAPTER 9
    PHNXpiyush | Omegatglul

    Author’s Note: The Manager is changed slightly to have a Spanish-english speaking vibe, makes him a bit more intimidating. (Not a major change)

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    Finally, I had left that pathetic, petite waitress body behind. I almost thought I would be stuck as that airheaded blonde forever, but thank fuck, I was out. I stood there, adjusting the metallic cowl-neck mini dress, the cold leather of the trench coat brushing against my thighs. I quickly pulled the coat tight and knotted the belt, trying to hide the glittery mess underneath as I saw Freya hauling Aaliyah—now trapped in Katrina’s frame—toward the dark backstage area.

    Phase two. This was it. I took a steady breath, preparing to walk toward the bar to meet the bartender, but the moment I moved, a sharp, sensation shot right through my anus.

    !!?

    What the fuck!!?

    I froze, my face flushing deep red as I stopped right where I was. My hand instinctively dropped toward my lower back, tracing the curvy ass over the coat. I felt it instantly—a hard, solid bulge jammed right against the entrance of my asshole.

    "No fucking wa-.. ahh!" I gasped, the air escaping my lungs as my hand pressed against the knob of the plug. A jolt of electric heat shot straight up my spine, nearly buckling my knees. I had to claw at the wall to keep from collapsing, my breath become intense.



    “What the hell was that!?” My mind spun. Aaliyah. That narcissistic, deviant slut had been wearing a fucking BUTT PLUG this entire time!? and now it was shoved deep inside me!?

    This was worse than being spanked as Katrina. I had to get out of this nightmare quickly. My eyes locked onto the bartender across the crowded room—she was looking right at me.

    I smiled back, giving her confirmation that the swap was successful and that I was heading her way. But I couldn't show her that there was a fucking butt plug up my ass, or that after the swap, she would be the one stuck with it.

    I tried to straighten my spine, but every time I stood up straight, the butt plug got pushed deeper inside. "Ah... ugh... this is not helping," I hissed under my breath.

    I had no choice but to walk with a slight lean, keeping my face completely blank so no …
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