"Now do you believe me?" I asked, cupping Miss Ferrera's tits in my hands. It felt so strange to feel their weight on my chest and the odd sensation of touching them for the first time. It was not unpleasant. Far from it, in fact. But it wasn't how I imagined it. I had fantasised about feeling her up, like most men in the company. I just never thought I'd experience it from inside her body.
Sean was a close friend. The only one I trusted to know about this whole thing. The real Miss Ferrera made me promise not to tell another soul until she could get the machine working again. While a device capable of swapping bodies was sure to earn our company a lot of money, it made sense not to let people know it exploded after the first use. Now, as we neared the end of the day and the machine was still in pieces, I couldn't keep this secret any longer.
He still hadn't said anything. It was somewhat worrying until I realised what was going on. "Earth to Sean!"
Finally, he snapped out of whatever sexual fantasy he was creating. "Sorry... I guess I have no choice but to believe you. There's no way in hell that bitch would give a show like that."
"Can we please put aside your little vendetta with her? I could be in her body for weeks at this rate and I don't want you giving me the stink eye every time I see you. I need your support while she fixes the machine."
"Yeah. You're right." He sighed. "I just can't believe this was the project she kept out of my reach this whole time. And you never told me what you were working on."
I was beginning to think this was a bad idea. Sean was definitely a good friend to me. But he doesn't seem to think I've been the same for him. It's not like I wanted to keep him in the dark. The entire project was a close guarded secret between four people. I wasn't even involved in the development of this machine. My job was in marketing. Miss Ferrera had me on the team to work on possible applications and marketing schemes. Though, as I discovered this morning, I was also contractually obligated to be the first test subject as well. Even with my limited involvement, I knew Sean wouldn't get over this 'betrayal' easily.
"What do I have to do to make this up to you?"
"I want to touch her tits." He replied, not missing a beat. Perhaps that was what he was thinking about before I snapped him out of his little daydream. "Well?"
"Okay, but make it quick. She could come in at any moment." I sighed.
He stood up quickly and rushed to the door, locking it and making sure nobody could see through the blinds. "Bra off, while we're at it. I want to make the most of this opportunity."
"Hey. Leave the deals to the marketing department." I laughed, as he moved behind me. Sean, meanwhile, wasn't taking no for an answer. He unhooked the clasp of my bra and I was shocked to feel Miss Ferrera's full weight now that the support was gone. "Damn. They're even heavier than I realised!"
"Let me help you with that." Sean remarked, taking them in his hands. It felt so strange to have someone else touch them. When I touched them, I focused on how they felt in my hands. Now, I had no choice but to feel his large hands as they squished and lightly jiggled them.
His breath was warm against my neck. An intimate moment I never imagined sharing with another man. Yet as strange as the circumstances were, I had to admit it felt quite nice. Sean was gentle with me. But there was also a subtle control he had now that I let him do this. I felt quite vulnerable with his hands on my chest. And as his finger ran across my nipple, I bit down on my lip and let out a soft moan. Realising the noise came from me, I pulled away from him and covered my chest, blushing.
"That's enough fun. I'd better get dressed and go see if the machine is working." I spoke quickly, avoiding his eye.
"So you admit you were having fun?" He smirked.
"No! That's not what I meant, I..."
Before I knew what was happening, he had closed the space between us. One hand rested on my lower back, preventing me from pulling away. The other hand suddenly slipped under my skirt and made contact with a part of my anatomy I hadn't really dared think about since the swap. I gasped as his fingers ran across my pussy.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammered.
"I knew it. You're getting wet." He smiled, pulling his hand out from my skirt to show the glistening juices on his fingers. "And more importantly... You didn't stop me."
I blushed once more. It felt as though I lacked the strength to stop him, but in truth I didn't even try. His touch had awoken something. I could now feel the wetness between my legs and also a growing sensation I was beginning to understand. Now that his hand was away, I had a longing for more. But how could I admit that to him?