Anthony's big doe-like eyes were wide with shock after what just happened to him. Striptease was one of the 'trigger phases' he programmed into the body he chose for his wife. Only now it was his. He didn't know what he expected but as soon as Madison spake the code word his body virtually switched into an autopilot of a sort. He felt that he had control and yet certain movements his body made did not come from his conscious mind. Neither could he stop them.
Anthony always packed his own bags, made his own shopping lists, organized holidays... Madison always kept saying that he was too much of a control freak. She could only imagine how much loosing control of his own body had to infuriate him.
Her husband in her embrace, Madison looked down past his shapely back and the swell of his naked rump until her gaze reached the only piece of clothing left on him, his heels. He hugged Anthony tighter noticing once more how small he felt in her muscular arms. "Yes" she thought. "I can't wait to see him loose those shoes!"
But Anthony didn't like the way his now smooth skin felt against his wife's rough, hairy chest. He tried to push himself away from her again. To anyone who'd witness that scene it would be clear that the petite woman's struggles would accomplish noting if the man didn't want to play along. No matter how much she enjoyed her position, Madison knew that the last couple of minutes have not been easy for Anthony. She let him go. The way certain parts of his body jiggled as he stepped away from her made Made Madison feel warm blood rushing to the organ in her crotch.
Anthony looked at his wife and noticed the way Madison's gaze was running from his chest to the triangle of copper-red hair between his creamy thighs. He did not like this at all. Then he noticed how the penis of the man his wife had become was swelling slowly. He licked his lips involuntarily.
Anthony was fully aware of the sexual oral fixations he granted to this body. They absolutely terrified and disgusted him. Even the thought that at some point he might consider sucking dick made his stomach turn.
And yet... His tongue felt restless inside his mouth. He ran it over the front of his teeth. His mouth felt positively... empty. Like if for some reason something was missing... Something like a thick, fleshy shaft just waiting to be serviced by that energetic tongue of his. The feeling was just like an itch waiting to get scratched, not at all eager to go away by itself.
Anthony give himself a big lick this time. Something wet and soft tickled the bottom of his nose even though he could swear it didn't feel like the furthest he could extend his tongue out.
Of course he knew he would never ever even consider actually sucking any man's penis. That is unless Madison forced him to his knees, grabbed his head by this long red curly mane oh hair he now possessed and parted his plump lips with her large, salty, wonderfully filling popsicle...
"Anthony?" Madison asked in her deep baritone. "Are you all right?"
Anthony opened his eyes even wider as he realized that he just spaced out looking at and thinking about pleasuring Madison's now semi-erect cock. He had to stop.
"No, I'm not." Anthony turned away and teetered to the bathroom door. His rapid movement combined with the lack of whatever little support his dress provided made him painfully aware of his breasts. They wobbled and jiggled on his chest and Anthony realized that not only they pulled on his pectorals but also stretched his skin slightly to go along with hundreds of other uncomfortable feelings that just now started coming to his consciousness.
He entered the bathroom, flicked the lights on and shut the door behind him.
"I really need to focus if I want to keep my sanity." he whispered leaning on the shut door. He jumped when Madison knocked on them slightly to hard.
"Anthony?" she said. "You have a good shower and I'll try to get us some breakfast."
Yes, it was about time for breakfast. Anthony patted his tummy realizing that it was flat like it haven't been in years.
"Wash carefully." Madison's voice was quieter as she headed out of their hotel room. "Remember to wash all around your breasts. Judging by the nice weather and the size of those puppies you sprouted from your chest now you'll really need to worry about under-boob sweat and rashes."
"What the hell is she talking about?"
"Oh God, Anthony. I'm SO glad I'm not you right now." said Madison laughing shutting the door to their hotel room.
Anthony looked around the bathroom. A toilet, a shower cabin, a sink with a mirror, a towel rack - a standard hotel setup. He took a deep breath and walked over to the mirror...
