Pole Fitness The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by swapticon

He eyed the dance pole in the corner like it was a challenge.

“No way,” he muttered.

But his legs were already moving. He grabbed the pole, expecting to flop around like a dying fish. Instead—somehow—his new body knew exactly what to do. The first spin was clumsy, but instinct kicked in fast. His thighs gripped the chrome like they’d done it a hundred times. His arms held his light frame easily.

“This is insane,” Byron gasped. “She’s a damn ninja.”

He flipped, braced, twisted down slowly in a corkscrew. His new thighs were trembling, but it felt... amazing. His center of gravity was lower. Everything felt strong and sensual and spring-loaded.

He slid down into a split and actually landed it. Barely.

Still panting, Byron fell backward onto the carpet, soaking with sweat and laughter. His boobs heaved with each breath.

“Okay. Science confirms: being hot is exhausting.”

Then, on impulse, he bent into a bridge and slowly slid his hands down over his chest, stomach, thighs.

“Okay. That feels illegal.”

His fingers hovered at the waistband of his shorts. A warm throb pulsed through the body, low and tempting.

“Is this part of the experiment?” he whispered.