Water ran down every pore of Jon's body, and while usually he'd be sputtering for a breath he was instead reveling in the sensation. The feeling of warm water and suds cascading over him was wonderful. He felt himself spin as the woman turned to apply soap to various parts of her body. Jon couldn't see what she was doing, just a waist-high view of the shower tiles or curtains, but he suddenly felt a new, rough sensation on his skin. She had lathered up a loofah and was now rubbing it roughly against his face and through his crack. She was giving the same consideration to the motion as anyone would to their ass: none. Though after a moment Jon felt two hands come down and lift his two flabby forms up slightly as they cupped him to rub more soap in. He wasn't sure if he was happier about the sensation of being cleaned or the fact that it no longer tasted like sweat, but either way he was content. Though that was interrupted when he felt a strange pressure in his throat. He was confused at the sensation, but the closest analogue he could think of was hiccups. That was the only thought he had time to create before suddenly a small toot of gas erupted from his mouth. It tasted disgusting, and smelled worse. He was now doubly-thankful for the shower as the water and smell of the soaps washed away the fart, but he recognized for a moment exactly the body part he was inhabiting.
After too short a time to Jon, the woman turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She toweled herself off, and Jon once again felt something rough being callously run along his face. But despite that, he enjoyed the touch of the rough yet soft towel as she wrapped it around her torso and it draped down to cover Jon's body like a dress. Without underwear blocking his view, Jon watched as the floor beneath him went from tile, to wood, and finally to carpet. He saw some dirty clothes strewn along the floor of the bedroom as the woman suddenly fell forward onto the bed. She sat there for a long while, and Jon imagined her laying on the bed, playing with her phone, just enjoying a relaxing morning. Her ass was pointed towards the ceiling, leaving Jon with only the pressure of the towel on him. Part of him was bored, but part of him was enjoying the chance to zone out again. So it came as quite a shock when he suddenly found himself laying on his own bed in his room.
Jon's limbs behaved erratically for a moment as he came to terms with being able to move again. He sat bolt upright, patting his chest and legs, looking around to see if anything was amiss. The only thing he noticed was his massive erection that had come from his pent-up arousal from the experience. He had lost track of time, so either her jog and shower had taken longer than he assumed or he had transformed for a few hours while she, and subsequently he, was asleep. He thumped back down on his bed, thinking. A hard prospect when he was as aroused as he was. He decided to go take care of his arousal, and to think about next steps for possible wishes later. His thoughts kept drifting to what it was like to be that woman's ass though...
