Jon got up off of the floor first. It was cold and he was hungry. His knees hurt a bit from first kneeling on the floor and then being fucked hard from behind. As he looked down at Tiffany he could tell that she was definitely changed a lot from the girl she was not long ago when she first kissed him on the cheek in front of his locker. First of all, she hadn't had a penis back then. Sure what she had now wasn't that big, maybe four inches when it was erect, but it had felt like more whenever she was fucking him. Her breasts had also shrunk considerably since the first time he had seen them naked too. Now he figured that her breasts were barely larger than his own which had grown considerably.
He looked down at his own body and took stock of the changes. His breasts were at least a full A cup he guess. Maybe even a B. He wasn't really sure because he'd never had to worry about bra sizes before though he would probably have to look into them now. The hair on his chest was much finer and paler; so much so that it was hard to tell it was even there unless you looked very closely. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days and, running his hand across his smooth cheek, he figured he might not have to ever again. Finally he looked down at his crotch. At one time he was proud that his penis was slightly over six inches when erect, now he was almost ashamed to still have a two inch nub peeking out of his pubic hair. He did note that his balls seemed to have completely disappeared though which he was surprised to find he was grateful for.
There must have been a mental change to go along with his physical ones because now he was looking forward to his continued transformation toward womanhood. It was a thought that he was fairly sure would have freaked him out in the past.
When Tiffany, still lying on the floor still exhausted from their most recent physical activity, looked up at Jon and asked him what he was thinking, he just shrugged, smiled down at her and said, "Nothing important."
With a little effort, Jon managed to get the napkins down and took the pizza over to the dining room table and sat down. He was half-way through his first slice before Tiffany finally got up off of the floor and joined him. They ate together in silence until half the pizza was gone. Jon got up and walked over to the cupboard. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked Tiffany. She just nodded, her mouth to full of pizza to talk. Jon got down two glasses and filled them at the sink. He set one of the glasses in front of Tiffany and kissed her on the cheek before walking back to his side of the table. He almost sat down when he noticed something on the chair.
"Ew." Jon said looking his chair.
"What?" Tiffany asked around another mouthful of pizza.
"Your cum leaked out of me and all over the chair." he said.
Tiffany nearly choked laughing at that. Finally she was able to swallow. "I always hated when shit like that happened to me when I was a girl."
Neither said anything as they both let that hang in the air. Was Tiffany no longer a girl? Maybe. Either way it kind of ruined the mood for both of them. Jon went to the bathroom to clean up anything else that remained on and in him from their earlier activity. He put on his clothes, that he had snagged from the kitchen on his way to the bathroom. When he got back to the dining room he saw that Tiffany had cleaned his chair. He also noticed that she was now wearing sweatpants and a loose tank top.
Soon the pizza was gone and neither of them had said another word. Finally Jon said, "It's getting really late. My mom is probably getting worried about me."
"Yeah." Tiffany agree. Earlier she had been hoping that Jon would stay the night, but now she wasn't sure if that was a good idea.
They kissed but cut it short before either of them could get carried away.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Tiffany asked as Jon stepped outside onto the porch.
"Yeah. See you at school." Jon said as he turned and walked away.
