Busty Banks The New World of SwapTech chapter 4 by bodyswapbabe

Trevor woke up with a sharp intake of breath—and an odd, unfamiliar weight on his chest. A scent of floral shampoo invaded his senses. His hair tickled his bare shoulders. Then he felt the tight squeeze around his midsection, the delicate flex of long legs under a short skirt, and the strange center of gravity that came with a pair of teetering heels.

“What the f—”

His voice was high. Sultry, even. It startled him. He bolted upright, and everything jiggled.

A mirror across the lounge gave him the full picture: She was stunning. Early 20s, maybe. Long curled auburn hair with warm highlights. Full lips painted a glossy red. An hourglass figure strapped into a skin-tight off-shoulder top and a skirt that did not believe in modesty. Her—his?—tits were huge. Not just big—deliberate. They bounced like physics had been rewritten for effect. If the body wasn't synthetically created, he'd assume these were implants; tits just didn't get this large on a body this small, especially an Asian one.

Trevor stared, wide-eyed. “Oh my god. They gave me a f*cking bimbo.”

The terminal pinged. A message:

“Due to a scheduling error, your original host body was temporarily unavailable. Our Reiko model is fully conference-credentialed and comes equipped with auto translation features and transportation passes. Please enjoy your stay.”

“Enjoy my stay?!” Trevor hissed. But as he adjusted the low-cut neckline and tried to sit without flashing his new bits, he felt his thighs press together and shivered. Everything felt too alive.

Then came the catwalk-like glide of his hips when he got up and walked out of the SwapPort. The heels forced him into a sway. People stared. Hard.

Was that… power?