Transfer John to her own body

Mara stood there for a moment, the cooling cum still sticky between her fingers and John's cock slowly softening in her grip. The photo she’d sent stared back at her from the screen. Her borrowed chest tightened. “This is wrong. He’s your friend. You can’t just… use him like this.” But the thought of stopping and sliding out of this body and leaving it behind, made something inside her ache. She wanted more. She wanted him to feel what she was feeling. Her eyes drifted toward the living room, where she sees a photo of their friend group. She remembers that her own body is completely empty. The possession had been one-way so far, a reckless impulse that left John’s mind suppressed somewhere deep inside his own head while she piloted everything.

Mara swallowed, the motion feeling thick in his throat. “Okay… okay, let’s make this right,” she whispered in his low voice. She quickly ran back to her own home and saw herself. She looked so peaceful and ****. She the walked over and gently lifted her own smaller body into a sitting position. With a trembling breath, Mara focused the way she had during the possession, willing the connection to open both ways this time. A warm rush flowed through John’s limbs as his consciousness stirred.

He woke up gasping in a much lighter, smaller body. Breasts rose and fell quickly under a thin t-shirt. Smooth legs pressed together on the couch. His hands felt his soft face, then down to the chest, cupping the weight there with a startled sound. “What… what the fuck?” To John's surprise, his voice came out high and breathy. Mara looked back at her own body with wide, nervous eyes. “It’s me. Mara. I… I borrowed you for a bit. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I’ve wanted you for so long…” John blinked rapidly. “You… you did this? Why? What did you do?” Mara hesitated, then showed her faintly sticky hand. The scent of his own cum reached John’s new nose. His borrowed cheeks burned hotter. A confusing throb of heat answered low in his belly. “I jerked you off,” Mara admitted softly. “It felt… incredible. Your body is so sensitive. So strong. I smelled you… touched you everywhere I wanted.” She leaned closer. “But I didn’t want to do it alone. Not anymore.”

John stared at his own body. The guilt on that familiar face mirrored the strange, shameful rush he felt in his new one. His nipples tightened under his shirt. He could feel himself getting wet.“ To his surprise, Mara gently took his hands and guided it between his legs, pressing his new fingers against his moist borrowed clit. “Feel how much I liked it,” she murmured. “You can now feel what it’s like from my side. We can experience each other. Together.”