"I don't think so..." Janine says, and walks in, stark naked. You stare out the shower at your former body, seeing it like alien life form. It never looked like that when you had it. So tall and mucled it makes you feel small and fragile. That pudge you thought you'd been getting from sitting behind a cash register and munching chips is looks like a six-pack from your vantage.
"Janine..." you start, but your face gets an irritated look that somehow scares you, a big strong hand chopping through the air and your protests.
"Matt. I'm Matt now, and you're Janine. And since you just sampled my body I think I should get to sample my body as well."
"What...?" you start, but a mere squint of the eyes is enough for him to intimidate you into silence as he yanks back the other side of the curtains and gets in behind you.
"Both of them," he says, and grabs you as you start to turn toward him under the hot spray.
"Uh-uh," he admonishes. "You've always loved my ass, I want to see it from this angle."
Feeling uncomfortable, and yet your new pussy zinging with renewed enthusiasm for reasons you can't understand, you stay still under his scrutiny. When his/your hand touches the object of his attention you nearly jump, feeling the harsh slap of his hand and the rough squeeze.
"Nice ass, Jan," he says, using the nickname you'd given her and which she'd hated. It was too masculine for her tastes before, and you find yourself disliking it just as much as she did. "It's not at all big and fat like I always thought it was. Still, could use a little tightening up, but we'll fix that soon enough."
"Huh?" you think before you're spun about, and find yourself facing, well, yourself.
"Oh mama, these are made for sucking!" he exclaims with a leer, eyes fixed on your breasts, followed by his hands. "And rubbing, and squeezing, and I bet even fucking. You remember how you always wanted to tit-fuck me and I always said no? I said no to a lot of things back then. I think I'll say yes now."
"Jan..." you start, and yelp as he twists a breast.
"Matt. You're Jan. And doesn't that hurt? You remember how you thought it was fun to tweak my nipples before? I think you were right." He chuckles. and his hands leave your breasts with their spiked tips jutting needily towards him.
"Hmm, I think I see what you mean about shaved pussy. I think we'll have to get you waxed, it's a little too hairy to see things down there. You always did want me to shave. Might as well let a pro do it, right?"
"Jan... Matt!" you amend with a squeak as his fingers gather short tufts of hair and pull.
"Shhh baby doll," he says, and leans forward to give you a light kiss. "Papa's inspecting the merchandise. I just can't decide which to sample first..." |