The first thing that had to go was the panties. While they were nice and Jon appreciated how good it made his ass look, they were clearly someone else’s. And they didn’t quite fit right with how they dug in harshly into his wide hips and rubbed painfully over his cock. Jon struggled with the thong as it refused to slide over his hips. jumping in place in an attempt to get them down his legs. A slight smile on his face as warm tingles ran down his spine to his gut from his sensitive tits each time they bounced until…
SNAP!
Jon stumbled with resistance removed. That was a shame. The thong had snapped at the waistband and now lay useless on the floor. They were growing on him. There was something to be said about the too-small panties look. Frowning at his misfortune he walked over to his underwear drawer. Quickly pulling out one of his favorite pairs. A black lace thong.
For every inch that he pulled them up his legs, the skin behind tingled, hair falling out as it passed. A slight moan was wrought from his mouth as the thong slid between his sensitive ass cheeks and rubbed on his small cock.
Getting back to work he found a nice pair of fishnet leggings that ran all of the way up past his belly button. He paused for a moment. Taking himself in with the full-length mirror that he had bought to put in the closet. Remarking at his toned and sexy stomach. Cherishing the slight twinges of pleasure as he brushed his hands over it. Something didn’t feel quite right but he wasn’t sure what. He had spent many hours in the gym to look like this. If anything he should be proud.
He had to stop dwelling, he was wasting time, he couldn’t remember why but it was crucial to hurry. He quickly pulled up a pair of too short cutoff jean shorts, which nicely displayed several inches of flesh off his perfect ass. He took a moment to twist around. He loved how sexy it made him feel. He could just see all the boys and girls, well, just the ones that swung his way, drinking up his sexy body. He grunted, he wished that he could just get rid of gay guys and straight girls. They were a waste of air. If he couldn’t fuck them why were they around. If only he had a way to make his wish come true.
Smiling, he shifted the shorts a bit to get them just right, moaning as the shorts, the fishnet, and the thong beneath it all rubbed in a pleasant manner on her large clit. Sighing as she stepped over to the top section of her closet as she remembered the several times man or woman would get turned off by her unnaturally large clit. She tried to get cosmetic surgery to correct it but the surgeries didn’t exist and the doctors willing to create a new one were too expensive.
Pinching herself on her arm in an attempt to refocus her thoughts she pulled out a black corset. One of her sexist, perfect for the party going on outside the door, it was designed to pinch in her already quite narrow waist, push up her large breasts and you didn’t even need to wear anything over it. It was so built so that it could just be worn standalone.
Jonoria got to work cinching up the corset. Sucking in her breath so she could get it just a touch tighter. Smiling again at her skill. Most women would have to get someone else to tie up their corset. Thankfully she was, as some of her boyfriends and girlfriends had said, she was freakishly flexible. One last grunt and the corset was on. Turning back to the mirror she took herself in. Twisting side to side, admiring how even with such a large ass, narrow waist, and large tits, it all looked natural. If someone tried to replicate the look with cosmetic surgery they would never look natural or as sexy as she was. She thanked her parents for the excellent genetics as she walked over to the dresser and grabbed a choker off the dish on top and a pair of black anchor earrings.
One last look at how she looked. These were some of her favorite pairs of earrings. They went especially well with the nose piercing she had gotten the summer before. She would have to do something with her hair. It always looked great, and the moderate dark green color she had dyed it helped immensely. But she wasn’t really trying to go for the just woke up after sex look. She would have to fix her hair. And it was getting a little long. She usually never let it get very far past her chin. But now it was only an inch from her shoulders. She would have to message her stylist and get an appointment.
Sighing Vontoria turned around. She knew she came in here to get Karyn some clothes but that thought just confused her. Sure she would look great in her stuff. But most of it wouldn’t fit. Karyn was taller and more endowed than she was. And anyway Vintoria thought she always pulled off the sexy teacher look better than anything. Why could she possibly want a change of clothes?
Frowning Victoria caught herself in a contradiction. Of course Karynlooks great as a teacher. She was one. Or at least she was finishing up her (months of training) at the local high school before she could be fully certified. Shame she couldn’t wear what she wore today to school. Though if she could, Victoria would definitely try to sneak in and pretend to be her student. The thought sent a rush of arousal down to her cunt, causing her cute clitoris to buzz slightly.
Victoria strutted out of the closet, imagining Karyn half bent over as she shook her whole body just to erase a little bit of marker on the whiteboard. She wondered how much would her ass bounce and sway in that dress as Karyn strutted along and…
“Jon! What the fuck are you wearing!”
