A few moments later, Jon peered out from behind the vanity screen.
"Finally alone," Jon breathed with relief and left her hiding place, strutting awkwardly and completely nude across the tiled floor. She could see her pale form from every angle, reflected throughout the tiled and mirrored room. Every jiggle and bounce, from several interesting angles. Jon turned to the nearest mirror and observed her nakedness in intimacy.
Her enormous breasts fell gracefully against her ribs, but retained their full shape. Without support they were no longer perfectly spherical, but they were still perfectly formed. Jon tentatively groped them and her small hands all-but-disappeared into the warm, tingling breastflesh. As an experiment, Jon rocked her shoulders form side-to-side, then did a few short trampoline hops. The excited motion of her rhythmically bouncing boobs was hilarious, and more than a little arousing.
"Well now, one has found a new favourite toy to play with," Jon giggled. "Two toys, even. One will never understand how women can concentrate on anything else. Of course, women rarely have to deal with such... immense distractions!"
Jon's reflection turned to display her plump rear as her dainty fingers relocated themselves to meet it. The thing was as soft and squishy in a familiar fashion, only much more so - thanks to a larger cheeks and smaller hands to softly squish them with. What surprised Jon was the silky touch of her bare skin, so smooth and sensitive compared to her rough, manly skin she was used to.
For a moment her fingers hovered over her new sex, tempted but also terrified to explore her womanhood. Jon briefly wondered why; her whole body looked and felt alien after all. Was it the... penetration?
"Come on, Jon," she psyched herself up, "one's pussy is just another shiny new toy. Man up, Princess!"
Jon closed her eyes, took a deep breath and plunged an index finger between her labia lips. She frowned at the mild discomfort as she waggled the intruding digit, and the queer fleshy warmth she felt all around it. Then the underside of her pioneering pointer brushed her clitoris on the upswing... and suddenly, Jon understood everything.
"Eureka!"
Her index finger, her champion, her frontier hero, danced amazing new rhythms on her clitoris. Jon put her other hand to use, plying and squeezing one of her enormous, engorged nipples. She didn't last long however; her knees buckled as her legs went numb and she fell to the floor. Her buttocks hit the smooth tiles with a loud, meaty slap.
Jon sank to her back and spread across the floor, panting and laughing in the same breath. Her mighty breasts rolled pleasingly over her chest as she moved and continued to wobble from her heavy exhalations.
"One... can.." she stammered, with an elated grin. "One cannot... put into... words... wow! Wow! ...And one wasn't even... finished yet!"
Jon's fingers returned to her new best friend, gently testing her swollen and heated labia.
"One hopes... that one's extra special guest... will join one... for a bath," she laughed and swiftly rolled over the basin's edge, slipping into the frothy mountain of bubbles beside her with elvish agility.
