The following morning Anne awoke bleary eyes. She glanced around the room and confirmed that once again she was in Stevens bed.
“Fuck sake!” She grumbled as she sat up, suddenly aware of the throbbing morning wood she was sporting. She glanced over at the clock which read 7:30. She reached down and readjusted her stuff junk, gripping it tightly.
“This is getting to be a fucking pain” she grumbled as she sat up, “only one way to sort it” she shrugged to herself as she got to her feet and stepped over to the desk. She automatically booted up the laptop, and was about to start searching for a decent video, when Steve’s phone buzzed on the desktop next to her. She glanced over and saw he had received quite a few messages overnight, some of them quite late.
“Who would be messaging him at that time?” She muttered to herself as she picked up the handset and unlocked it. She noticed straight away that all the messages were from different girls, and most of them came with some kind of selfie.
Lindsey: New Hoody, what do you think?
Macey: Thinkin of you!
Beth: Showered and ready to get dirty again! Wanna help?
Lexi: Didn’t see you at the party, here’s what you missed xx
Becca: Morning! Wish you were here!
Anne knew she should have felt disgusted by all the pictures, but instead she started rubbing her cock, imagining being with each of these girls, feeling their lips wrapped around her meaty shaft. She removed all her her soothes and picked up the lace, flicking between each image. She came almost instantly, then quickly snapped a pic of her own.
“Be rude not to reply” she smirked, as she typed out the same message to each girl.
Thanks! Really helped me out this morning!
It was only after she hit send that she noticed how different her torso looked. Especially seeing as those weren’t her nipples.
“Oh for fuck sake!” She grumbled as she started cleaning herself up.
Jason awoke to two distinct feelings. Firstly there was an arm draped over him, and secondly, there was an erect penis pushing up against his backside. He slowly turned his head and saw the sleeping form of Emma behind him.
“Oh no no no” he muttered as he tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but this only caused her to pull him in tighter. He was genuinely surprised at the strength she had in her arms. The thought of that strong grip and the feeling of the penis between his cheeks made his crotch tingle slightly.
“Morning” she muttered as she began to stir awake.
“Morning Love” he replied hesitantly, “could you let go” he added.
“Not yet” she said sleepily, “I’m cozy” she added happily as she snuggled in tighter behind him, pressing her erection hard against him. She made a satisfied noise as she did.
“Ems, we really need to get up!” Jason said urgently, trying to ignore the excited feelings building between his legs. He felt her grasp release and he quickly rolled out of bed. Emma sat up and rubbed her eyes. As the covers fell from her chest Jason immediately spotted his dark nipples sitting on her chest. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt to find Anne’s puffy pink nipples where his own should be.
“You look good Jase” Emma grinned as she slid her hand into her pyjama bottoms.
“Emma could you stop that!” Jason said sternly.
“Sorry” she said, pulling her hand out, “I’m just really horny this morning” she added, neither of them realising that she shouldn’t even know that word, let alone what it meant. She got to her feet, and Jason looked her over. She was as tall as he was now, and her build was that of a 20 something man, broad shoulders, visible biceps and abs, a more defined jawline. She yawned and stretched her arms up, making her arm muscles bulge. Again Jason pushed down the feelings of excitement and hurriedly looked away.
Steve’s eyes snapped open, he was strangely full of energy today. He gave Mr Fuzzy one last big squeeze before putting him to one side and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Aww, Emmies room again?” He pouted. It was then he realised that his feet weren’t touching the ground. He carefully dropped to the floor, nearly losing his balance as he landed. He hurried over to the mirror on Emma’s closet door and checked himself over. What Emma had gained in height, he had lost, he was almost half as tall as he used to be, and his arms seemed stubbier. He pulled his t-shirt off with a bit of a struggle. He had lost pretty much all his muscle, which now seems to have been replaced with baby-fat. His face was rounder, and his nipples were nearly non-existent. Panic and sadness welled up in him, and before he could stop himself a loud cry erupted from his mouth.
“MOMMY!”
