Brooke Logan The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Marge hesitated, then—surprising even herself—pointed the remote at the screen, aiming squarely at Brooke Logan just as she moaned softly against Ridge's mouth.

"Wait—" Hal started.

Marge pressed the big red ACTIVATE button.

Whump.

Marge's body slumped on the couch, purse sliding to the floor.

On screen, Brooke Logan froze mid-kiss, eyes widening in shock. Then she—now Marge inside—blinked, looked down at her own generous cleavage, ran manicured hands over hips that swayed like they were born to seduce, and let out a low, delighted laugh that echoed through the Forrester living room.

Inside the common room, Hal and Vic stared at the television.

Brooke/Marge touched her lips, then lower, cupping her breasts experimentally through the silk dress. "Well, damn," she purred in Brooke's husky voice. "These are magnificent."

Ridge pulled back, frowning. "Brooke? You okay?"

Brooke/Marge smiled slowly, wickedly. "Never better, darling. Now where were we?"

She pushed Ridge down onto the couch, straddling him with a grace Marge Whitaker hadn't possessed since the Nixon administration. Her hands—Brooke's hands—worked Ridge's belt open with expert efficiency.

Hal swallowed hard. "Jesus. She's wasting no time."

Vic leaned closer to the screen. "Think she'll let us... join in? Next?"

The remote lay forgotten on Marge's lap, silver RETURN button glinting.