… they swap bodies moments before he cums.

Garrett lost track of time as he focused on the warm wet sucking of her mouth. He closed his eyes, appreciating her eager ministrations. He could feel his cock tingling with a tell tale warmth, his balls growing heavy. “St-“

They swapped. One moment he was bound prone, Pria’s mouth full of his cock. Then he was not. He was looking up at his body. His eyes widened. There was something in his mouth. He heard his former body grunt and felt the balls resting on his chin contract as something hot and sticky impacted the back of his thought. He gagged and choked in surprise as a weird salty taste filled his mouth. His nipples tingled oddly and between his legs he felt… a similar ongoing arousal but more diffuse and up inside him. Another spurt. He coughed and pulled back. The third spurt hit his eyes and dribbled down his cheek. “Oh shit. Oh fuck!” He pulled back and the forth spurt landed on his silken slave top. He looked down at his breasts, his face shocked and aghast. His jaw worked as he tried to avoid the taste. He spat it out and busily wiped his face. He stood, breasts heavy and swaying. The room seemed huge now! No he was tiny. He was Pria!!

He went to the side table where a towel had been left. He hurriedly wiped down his face and tried to dab away the fresh cum stains on his top. He discovered his nipples were extremely sensitive as he did so. At a loss he removed his top and looked about for something else to wear. He felt… odd. The constant hum of arousal in this body was most… disconcerting. He examined his bare breasts, holding them then lifting them, “holy shit!” Then he frowned. His hand reached into the silken loincloth. “Oh shit. I’m Pria!”

“We should finish what we started,” Pria said from his body.