Mark and Jo swap

That evening, back at the resort, Mark and Jack returned sun-browned and salty from their dive. Jo met Mark at the door of their suite with a kiss feeling oddly aroused and uncertain. She was still quite **** and her too small string bikini and g-string bottom accentuated her big breasts and rounded ass.

“Hey,” Mark said, surprised but pleased. “Wow. You’re… different. Your breasts and ass… they’re huge! You look incredible.” He wanted to play with them.

“You have no idea. This is all for you though… come on. I have something else planned for us,” Jo purred, already leading him toward the Swap Joint, a neon signed body-swap parlour two streets over that catered to tourists looking for “exotic experiences.”

Mark laughed nervously. “Wait, we’re actually doing this? Tonight? I mean… here. With Jack and Kate around?! What if they find out?”

“Tonight… and they’ll never know,” Jo said, pressing her new hypersensitive breasts against his chest. He grinned. “I want you to have the full girl experience. Don’t you?”

“Um… yeah. Of course…” Mark replied nervously as they signed up for an overnight swap and put on their headsets.

The swap was quick. A quick neural handshake, a flash of disorientation, and then Mark blinked in Jo’s tiny female body. She looked down and stared at Jo’s, now her, perfect, swollen breasts. Stranger still she felt an unfamiliar aching, dripping heat between her legs. Felt the absence of… everything ehe was used to. “Wow. I’m a girl! Like really a girl! This is amazing! Check it out! I have breasts!!!”

Jo marvelled at Mark’s taller, stronger frame and clamped a hand over Mark’s mouth. “Shhh. You’re Jo now. And you’re going to be a very good girl.”

Mark’s new body trembled. The Z-Chamber mods hit like a freight train and her nipples felt hard as diamonds, her inner thighs were slick and her mind was uncertain and fuzzy with need. Female need…