Stretching The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by swapticon

He sat cross-legged on a yoga mat in the corner, still adjusting to the sheer lightness of Luna’s body. Everything felt looser, bendier. Byron raised one leg behind his head. It stayed there. No pain. Just perfect balance.

“No way.”

He tried a full split. It slid open like butter. Then a backbend. Then a smooth scorpion pose he’d only seen in pole fitness videos. His core was solid. His limbs followed commands with silky precision.

He stood and stretched, arms above his head. His new chest lifted with the motion, nipples pressing against the thin tank top. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Hair down to his waist. Round hips. Flat stomach. The sexiest version of “fit” he’d ever seen. Even his feet were cute.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m starting to get it.”

Curiosity overtook him. He tried a handstand against the wall. Perfect. Then a slow, teasing twerk. The bounce was hypnotic.

Then he noticed the tiny red LED on Luna’s webcam.

“Oh shit.”

He rushed over and shut it off.

Ping.

Luna (in Byron’s body): Nice form, Cirque du Daddy. Chat says hi. 😘