How far was it going to go? Pretty damned far.
Dinner went well. Jon slipped in and out of character throughout the meal, the stress of what was going to happen once they finished eating causing too much distraction for him to concentrate fully. Richard and Linda bickered slightly, but a stern word from Zoe set them straight, causing Jon's wife-persona to gush with pride at his husband's command of their children. Zoe complimented Jon multiple times on both his looks and the quality of the food, causing wife-Jon to blush, then feel heat growing in his groin, so hungry was his vagina for something to fill it.
Each time, though, Jon would snap back to reality and feel disgusted with himself. What was his problem? Sure, this Zoe was obviously changed, but he still thought of her as his sister, not his husband! What had his wished changed? Was this an alternate reality? Were human beings forever changed? Should he just accept his fate and go with it, or should he continue to hold onto his sense of self?
Of course, this line of thinking would take Jon's mind off of what was happening at the table, causing him to slip back into wife mode.
"Elbows off the table, sweetie," Jon said in a syrupy voice to his cross-dressed, teenage mother, "and chew with your mouth closed."
Linda rolled her eyes at her mom, but obeyed the command.
"And Richard," Jon said, syrup gone from his voice, "no self respecting woman is going to want to take you for a wife unless you learn how to use your tongue." Jon pushed a bowl of cherries to Richard, his former father, "Practice on the stems. I want to see two knots. When I was your age..."
"...You were able to do three or four," Zoe interrupted her wife, "Of course, you had to do it from the back of your pet dinosaur!"
Linda and Richard laughed, as did their father. Jon just rolled his eyes, grabbed a cherry, and demonstrated for his daughter. Soon enough, Jon had tied the stem twice. He slid it from his mouth and held it between the long red nails on his fore-finger and thumb.
Then, of course, he realized what he was doing. He shook his head and attempted to steer the conversation to something more tame... sports... work... school...
The results were always the same. Momentary distractions, focus lost, character change.
Once the dishes were cleared, the kids were sent away for a night at their grandparents.
"They're gonna bone," Linda told Richard, making a fake puking sound as the walked out the door.
Jon stood at the window and waved to his former parents as their grandparents drove them away, all the while formulating what he would do to avoid Zoe.
Jon never stood a chance.
Oh! Jon thought as Zoe swept him into her arms, She's much stronger than I thought!
That distraction was all wife-Jon needed to take over. She was all over Zoe. Kissing, licking, ripping clothes. Every room, every surface, every position. With his mouth, with his vagina, with his ass. Jon loved every second. He screamed Zoe's name. He begged her for more.
And she was happy to oblige.
Zoe, it turned out, was an extremely creative lover. Every few minutes she had something else she wanted to try. They role-played (Jon particularly enjoyed being the naughty school-boy for Zoe's stern teacher), they played sex games Zoe had heard about online, they even tried a little bit of the rough stuff (only a little spanking and handcuffs, which Jon didn't mind. He had, after all, been a very bad boy...).
By the time they were exhausted, which took hours of sexual fun, Jon found himself covered in Zoe's spunk, in his hair, on his stomach, on his face, in his ass, and in his pussy. He wore it like a badge of honour. Zoe had fallen asleep minutes earlier, allowing Jon to revel in the hardening dried sperm, and in the love he felt for his husband. As he began to drift off to sleep, though, he felt a moment of clarity, and his drowsy mind reminded him of who he really was. A sense of revulsion swept over his body, but only for a brief moment, as sleep followed after with the weight of the world.
While Jon's eyes closed in slumber, the rift opened, pulling his body through, depositing him in a new reality.
The morning was bright. As Jon opened his eyes, he found...
