Through the lustful haze of getting her clit titillated, Martha finally noticed the phone, turned on, resting atop the nightstand (in portrait mode, no less), “Hold up. Brett… are you recording this?” she asked, panting. 

“You know it, babe,” Martha’s partner stuck his tongue out, hamming it up for the camera, “I look fucking hot. WE look fucking hot, and I want this moment to last forever...” 

Martha paused for a moment in thought before shrugging it off, letting Brett grind his drenched pussy against her’s. Eh, that’ll serve as the apology, why not? Honestly, Martha was surprised by how the knowledge of them being recorded in the bedroom was a HUGE turn-on for her. Heh, maybe she got a few mental changes that the specialists missed. But as far as she knew, she only received a handful of physical changes from her run-in with the Role Exchanger: grew a couple of inches in height, got a smattering of freckles across her cute, younger-looking face, and was now rocking a septum piercing. Nothing dramatic, and what did get changed, she considered them upgrades across the board. Her husband, on the other hand, went through the mother of all transformations. First, he swapped bodies with the imfirmed senior shut-in across the street. Soon after, mercifully, he exchanged ages, tattoos, and fashion sense with a delivery driver. Now Brett was a decade younger than he started! Last, but certainly not least, he gained the distended belly of an expectant mother, with all the morning sickness and tiny kicks in the middle of the night to go along with it. Not that it kept him down, suddenly being deep in his second trimester. In fact, nothing kept him down for long, anymore. As a result of his mental changes, the usually buttoned-up, no-nonsense man was now bubbly, more adventurous, more willing to take risks, all the while with a smile on his face. Thanks to the Role Exchanger, Brett had a more positive outlook, his mood even brighter as he also adored his new, sexy, sensitive body.

Simply put, Brett was overall a much happier person, and Martha was pretty content herself. Even with both of them literally becoming different people, Brett and Martha still remained a romantic, deeply-satisfied couple, stronger than ever. Martha was bisexual, but never acted upon it out of obligation and shame. Now that her feminized beau had bigger tits than her, she finally embraced that side of her. The Role Exchanger gave him a bit of a wild streak, but Brett was UNDOUBTEDLY still a guy under all the curves and makeup; it was his body that unlocked Martha’s woman-loving side. They’d been going at it in their new forms for a few weeks, and in that time, she has had either hand or tongue caress every square millimeter of her gorgeous husband. God, and the boobs! Why did no one tell her how great it was to feel up another person’s boobs? Brett was right, this moment needed to last forever; she dreaded the time in the future where his boobs would no longer beg to be sucked on, leaking creamy milk, sweeter than honey (and god forbid they ever shrink after the pregnancy) but Martha had no intention of wasting a single second until then…