A detective chases down an entity with mysterious power who leaves a chain of body swapped and transformed people in his wake in Strange Comings, available only on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords.
Detective Bristoff is used to getting the cold cases. The hopeless. The impossible to solve. So when a string of unusual events roll in, they land on his desk.
Now he’s on the trail of something that can’t be explained. Some thing that can switch people’s bodies, swap body parts around, transform people and force them to carry out its deviant desires for eternity. It doesn’t care whether its victims are family members. Friends. Enemies. The entity just loves causing sexual chaos, and Detective Bristoff is determined to stop it.
Author’s Note
Regular readers are probably familiar with the Stranger. This story was my first attempt to write the origin story, but I wasn’t quite happy with it being the Stranger’s origin. I thought it should be more mysterious and alien, so I wrote Enter the Stranger last year.
Maybe you can consider this a companion piece to Enter the Stranger. Or maybe, like the Stranger’s powers, this story is the alternate reality they created.
This story contains a lot of wild body swaps, body part swaps, body modifications, and mind control. Enjoy!
It was lonely in the cramped basement of the Derry City Police Department but Detective Bristoff had become accustomed to loneliness. His desk was in a dark corner, wedged between two dented file cabinets. Two desks lamps, one on either side of his computer, lit the gloom. Every time a toilet flushed on the ground floor the water gurgled through the pipes above his head.
The rest of the basement was taken up with cleaning supplies and obsolete equipment, with a slim path running between his desk and the elevator. He’d requested that the flickering overhead light be replaced months ago but his maintenance request was still waiting to be processed, so for now he left it off. They were probably hoping it would drive him to quit but he’d put up with much worse.
Bristoff flipped through the current file that sat open on his desk. There was very little information. Typical missing person. Looked like a teenage runaway and, therefore, not Bristoff’s main concern. There were three reasons it sat on his desk.
One: The teen’s bedroom had been littered with occult-like symbols. Probably fake.
Two: The case was unsolved
Three: It was years old.
The basement was a dumping ground for cold cases. Specifically, cold cases that might involve anything supernatural. In Bristoff’s long career only one case had ever involved anything supernatural and it was the case that resulted in him being banished here to the basement. That particular file sat untouched in his desk drawer. He didn’t need to open it; it was burned into his memory from experience. The pile on his desk were just cases that involved slight coincidences, or anything that the original officer involved considered ‘unexplained’. This was anything from an unidentified fingerprint to a witness swearing that an alien with blue skin had abducted his friend. The one thing they all had in common was that they led nowhere.
Bristoff sucked on his vape as he flipped through the slim file. One good thing about working alone in the basement was that no one ever told him off for vaping.
The file in front of him was too scant to determine anything. The missing teen wasn’t important and no obvious leads had appeared so it had all dried up. Hell, it was entirely possible that the kid had been found and no one had bothered telling Bristoff. It wouldn’t have been the first time that happened.
Bristoff shut the file and turned to open the file cabinet to his right. It had a sticky latch with a particular trick to opening that Bristoff had perfected during his time down here. He slid the file inside and leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers resting on the desk as he tapped his pink, gorgeously manicured nails arrhythmically.
Bristoff had read five files that day. Four old ones plus the missing persons one that had been put on his desk that morning. He liked to take in the information and then let his mind germinate. It worked for him. Hell, solving the odd cold case was the only thing that didn’t make him a complete laughingstock to the guys upstairs. So far, all the cold cases had perfectly normal explanations.
His unfocused gaze rested on his fingers. They were incongruously feminine, the nails long and polished and rounded no matter what he did to them. The fingers were slender and hairless. Petite. The skin a shade lighter than the rest of his body with the coloring ending distinctly at the wrist where his hairy forearm began.
The elevator groaned in that peculiar way that let him know someone was coming down instead of up. Another file? Two visits in the same day was unusual. Most people preferred to pretend he didn’t exist. Bristoff sat up and shoved his hands beneath the desk. He was self-conscious of his hands. They were a constant reminder of his past and his ongoing failure.
The elevator doors opened and a nervous looking young man stepped out. Probably fresh out of the academy. The rookie paused, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light as he looked around.
“What do you want?” Bristoff asked gruffly.
The rookie jumped and swung his eyes over to the corner where Bristoff sat in the gloom.
“The Ch-chief told me to come get you,” Pete stuttered.
As he stepped into the small circle of light Bristoff was able to read the name off his badge. Pete Landon. The uniform was crisp and neat. His face was clean shaven and boyish. Of course they sent the rookie.
“He wants to see me?” Bristoff cocked an eyebrow hopefully.
Pete shook his head. “He wants you to come with me. We’ve—my partner and I—we’ve found something Chief thinks you need to handle.”
“What? Out there?” Bristoff jutted his chin in the general direction of the outside world. “What is it?”
“I…um…” Pete grimaced. “I think you need to see for yourself.”
Bristoff stood, keeping his hands behind his back and out of the rookie’s sight as he scooted around the desk. He grabbed the overcoat that hung on a peg on the wall and slung it on before jamming his hands deep into the pockets.
“It’s pretty warm out. I don’t think you’ll need that.”
Bristoff just stared at Pete until Pete turned away. He followed the rookie up the elevator and through the back hallways, ignoring the stares and the whispers from the other officers as they collected Pete’s partner, Lindsay, and went out to the patrol cars. Lindsay was a stocky, no-nonsense woman. She had a handsome face and long blonde hair that was tucked back in a braid which she hid under her cap. She drove methodically, her eyes never leaving the road. They both refused to answer Bristoff’s direct questions about where they were going.
“You’ll see,” Pete said.
After a few tries Bristoff gave up and relaxed in the back seat.
They pulled up to an ordinary-looking house in the middle of suburbia. White picket fences. The houses all similar except for the color of the door here or the placement of a window there. Bristoff followed the others out and they paused at the front door. It had been violently ripped off its hinges and lay broken on the porch.
“Now…” Pete began. “This is going to be strange but you’ll just have to go with it.”
Pete motioned for Bristoff to go in alone. Pete and Lindsay waited outside as Bristoff slowly walked down the hallway. As he neared the living room he became aware of a woman moaning and a man gasping. The sounds were rhythmic. The noises would get louder for a minute, climaxing, and then after a beat they would resume.
Bristoff turned the corner into the living room. A young man—maybe 19 or 20 years old—was sitting in a lounge chair. His pants were down around his ankles. An older woman—early forties—knelt between his legs. Long, auburn hair fell down one side of her face but Bristoff could very clearly see she had her lips wrapped around the young man’s erection. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and she seemed to be enjoying giving as much as the young man enjoyed receiving. What’s more, she wore only an apron and high heels, which left the round curve of her ass bare.
Bristoff paused and looked back towards the open front door. Pete waved for him to keep going. Bristoff clenched his teeth.
“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” He growled.
The young man’s eyes flew open and he looked at Bristoff. The woman didn’t pause at all, just kept driving her lips up and down his swollen manhood.
“Help me. Please. You’ve got to—ungh!”
The young man gritted his teeth and groaned, pumping up into the older woman’s mouth. She kept her lips wrapped around him and sucked eagerly, taking big gulps. When he seemed to have finished she slid her mouth off his dick but kept her fingers clasped around his shaft.
“Help me,” The woman finished the young man’s sentence.
“Jesus Christ. Put your pants on.” Bristoff told the man.
“I can’t.” The man replied between gasps.
Even as Bristoff watched, the young man grew hard again. The older woman’s eyes went wide and she wrapped her lips around him once more, gulping him down. She seemed compelled to continue, just as the young man was compelled to enjoy it. The whole scene sent goosebumps up and down Bristoff. He’d seen this power before.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
The man and the woman seemed to take turns speaking, interrupted only by the young man orgasming, after which the other one would resume the story until Bristoff managed to piece together the entire thing.
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