Sexy Shower The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

Caleb couldn’t stop staring at his reflection.

He stood in the pristine glass-walled shower of his private suite, body lit by skylight-filtered sun. The mirror didn’t lie—he was gorgeous.

The face looking back at him was angular and soft in the right ways. Flushed cheeks. Big, pale-green eyes. His lips had a natural pout to them, and when he tilted his head just slightly, the auburn hair fell like something out of a goddamn shampoo commercial.

And the body…

His towel clung to his new curves. Round, tight hips. A waist so narrow it made him blink. Legs that went on forever, toned but still soft. His breasts, heavy and high, shifted when he moved—subtle, jiggling weights on his chest that made every movement feel like it meant something.

The simulation was too good. Too real.

“Just shower. Just wash off and calm down,” he told himself, stepping into the stall and triggering the cascade.

Water hit his skin like silk. Every droplet felt like static. His nipples tightened immediately, sending a zap of raw sensation straight down to—

He gasped. The heat made it worse. The water rolled between his thighs, slick and maddening. There was no barrier to hide behind. Nothing to brace against. Just nerves, new and raw, screaming in stereo.

He reached for the shampoo bottle—and saw his hand trembling. Not in fear. Something else.

Curiosity and heat warred in his belly.

His hands wandered.

The first time his fingers brushed lower, it startled him enough to stumble against the wall. But the next time… he lingered. Gently. Exploring. It was overwhelming.

His breath hitched. Hips arched forward, back curled.

No. This wasn’t supposed to be erotic. He just needed to get clean. Get out.

But he couldn’t stop.

He leaned against the wall, one hand trailing between his legs, the other gripping the slick tile as the shower poured down his body. His fingers circled, teased, and when he found the right spot—

He gasped, loud and feminine, hips jerking forward on instinct.

The orgasm came on like a rising wave, unexpected and utterly new. No stiffness. No tightness. Just a bloom of heat, a full-body clench, followed by shuddering relief that left him sagging in the steam.

He laughed out loud.

High-pitched. Musical. Almost embarrassed.

“Jesus,” he whispered, “I get why people do this now.”