… he can

“Come on, dinners over,” Mark said from your body and revved the bullet in your pussy. In that instant all ideas of opposition evaporated into mindless arousal. Jo paid the bill and the four of your walked through the deep fresh snow and the thick powder snowstorm back to Jo’s house. It was a short walk and the place was a large impressive A-Frame structure. You don’t really appreciate the beauty of the walk as the bullet is buzzing away and Mark has to guide you in your hyper horny state.

You head inside and remove you Ugg boots and coat to reveal you wore nothing but bra and g-string beneath. You would have been ashamed by your skimpy attire in front of Jo, Kate and Mark but you’re just so turned on at the moment. Yep you’re hornier than… fuck.

“Everyone downstairs to the playroom!” Jo says. It’s hard to believe he’s been living in Mark’s male body with Kate this whole time. Jo who you thought was your girlfriend… fuck.

The four of you head downstairs into the sleek basement “playroom” of the chalet that clearly Jo’s family’s money’s bought. The Z-Chamber sits in the center like a glossy black art deco sarcophagus all gold trim… fuck.

Mark turns off the vibrator egg and you start to feel a bit more like you’re Jack in mind if not body. Yeah wearing Jo’s ridiculously curvy, hypersensitive body messes with your mind a lot. You are still breathing fast thanks to your libido pill. Without the egg every little step makes your heavy breasts sway in your teeny tiny bra. Your new clit throbs in time with your heartbeat, and you can feel juices coating your inner thighs. It’s humiliating how quickly your knees want to buckle… Fuck. You really need to fuck.

Mark towers over you in your original tall, athletic male body. He grins down at you with your own cocky smirk. A fuckable hunk.

Jo, in Mark’s old male body, leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking equal parts amused and turned on. Another fuckable humk.

Kate is already fiddling with the chamber controls, biting her lip in excitement. Fuck. Yes…

“Relax, Jack,” Mark says to you, clearly enjoying your worry and evident arousal. “You’ve had your fun railing me for half a year,” he steps closer, tilts your chin up with one finger so you’re **** to look up at your own face, “you’re already dripping down your legs just from walking. That pill is doing wonders on Jo’s modified nervous system. You’re going to love what we have planned.”

You try to protest, but it comes out as a breathy whimper instead of the angry growl you intended. “Mark… don’t you dare fuck with my… I mean your… I mean Jack’s body! That’s my body! I want it back the way it was after… twenty-four hours!”

Mark chuckles, low and dark. “Oh, baby. You’re cute when you’re panicking in a tiny girl body. But here’s the thing… I’ve spent six months learning exactly how good this body feels. And now I get to decide what your original male body turns into for the next 24 hours… Or longer, if we all agree to extend again.”

He taps the control panel. The chamber lights up invitingly.