Monologue interruptus - the present.

Things were getting confusing.

“What!?” You say, interrupting Mark’s tale. Mark had been bimbo nympho Jo and you’d been happily fucking your best mate for the last six months?! Then you blush as you think about what Mark has been doing to you with your own body now that you are in Jo’s body.

You find yourself staring down at your large breasts and very female body. So Jo was to blame for all this partner swapfuckery, not Mark. “You used a Z-Chamber to get these breasts and ass? You did all that…” You ask redundantly, feeling sympathy and a deep empathy with Mark trapped in Jo’s body. He… she… they had been through exactly the same things as you. But something didn’t add up.

Mark… Jo looked at you with annoyance. “I’m crazy wealthy. I have a Z-chamber downstairs in our house. Mark in Jack here asked if he could use it.”

You frown across the restaurant table. “What?! You’re going to put my body in a Z-Chamber?! What are you going to do to it?!” You needed to get back to your male body. Mark couldn’t mess with it… right?!