Karyn's fingers began fumbling at the button of his jeans. Jon couldn't bring himself to fight it.
"Fuck. I can't get them open." Karyn complained, exasperated.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jon managed to choke out.
"No. But...I need to try. Now help me out here." Jon was so nervous that he wasn't much more adept at unbuttoning his pants than Karyn was with her three fingered hands. But he managed, and pulling his underwear down a bit, it popped out, standing erect. For a moment, Karyn just stared at it. Then, she raised a trembling hand, and touched it gently, tentatively, around the base of the head. Even that simple touch caused an explosion of sensation. Jon had no idea this could be so different from simply stimulating himself. Of course, with her three fat fingers, and the hard, thick rounded nails that were almost hooves, he supposed he should have expected it to feel different. But it was good. His manhood twitched as she carefully gave it a stroke.
"Does...does it feel good?"
"Yes." He whispered in answer. She gave it another stroke, surer, faster, more deliberate. He could hear her gulp audibly. Then, she got up and turned her back to him.
"Karyn?"
"I'm sorry, I want to do this right." And then, her back still to facing him she began lifting her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, though he supposed that would be impossible now. Another moment, and she was slipping off her sweat pants. She didn't turn around immediately, for awhile he was just staring at the curly pink tail at the base of her spine. She took a deep breath, and turned around. She was blushing hard, and refused to meet his gaze.
'I-I'm not sure if you can...you know, with me like this and..." Jon looked at her. Thick pink skin, hoof-like hands and feet. Fat thighs with a shape disturbingly like ham hocks, and even wider hips. Her torso covered in very large, slightly sagging breasts nearly the size and shape of watermelons, tipped by thick pink...teats was the only word to describe them. There was no noticeable belly, but that might have just been covered by all the breast flesh, because she was definitely thicker everywhere else. Her face was fairly porcine. He took it in, rubbery, protruding lips, upturned, ridged nose with a slight trickle of mucus that she violently snorted back. Floppy, triangular ears, and a heavy, protruding brow. But beneath that brow were her eyes. Green, and wet, and bright, and scared, and above all: beautiful. The same eyes she'd had as long as he'd known her.
Jon went to her, grabbed her hand, and squeezing it tightly, pulled her into another kiss. When they broke apart, her eyes were still wet, but she was smiling. She helped him out of his pants and shirt.
"You're sure about this, Karyn?"
"Yes. I need this. Please...just make me feel human again, just for a little while." With a shy glance back at him, Karyn lay down on his bed. He joined her, sitting on the bed in front of her as they took in each others' bodies. His arousal hadn't dimmed in the least, looking at the swollen lips between Karyn's legs, though he thought he was blushing as hard as her. Karyn slowly spread her legs as Jon moved on top of her.
"You're really sure?" His voice cracked.
"Yes."
Jon entered her.
He thought the kiss had been like nothing he'd ever felt, and he was right, but this. It felt so good it almost hurt. It was clear that she was aroused to. Her sex was sopping wet. He pushed into her again with a grunt, and this time he met resistance, if only for a brief instant before her hymen gave way. Karyn squealed in surprise, and then he was thrusting again, harder. The cacophony of sensations was overwhelming. Her thighs squeezing him tight, the feel of his chest resting on top of her eight heaving breasts, the stiff teats rubbing against him as they moved up and down, the wetness between her legs embracing him, taking him in in his entirety. She was loose down there, far looser than a woman that was fully human, but Jon was glad of that. He wasn't sure how long he would have lasted if they'd been doing this in her proper body. As it was, towards the end, him panting as if he'd run a marathon, her snorting and oinking violently beneath him, he came with a sudden spurt. A few more feeble thrusts and he was done, collapsing on top of her. Karyn turned on her side and embraced him.
"Was it good?" She asked quietly.
"It was incredible. But what about you? Did you...? I mean, when I..."
"No," She said gently. She smiled, taking the edge off her words. "But it did feel good...and there's always round two." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Are you ok? About this, I mean?"
"Stop worrying so much about me. It's cute, but I'm fine, really. I wanted this. I needed this." She kissed him. Then he knew.
"I love you, Karyn."
She smiled at him sadly. There were tears in her eyes. "I love you too."
