Jason entered the master bedroom and removed his sticky running clothes. He’d really enjoyed that run, when normally he’d have preferred to his the weights at the gym. He glanced over at himself in the mirror and took stock of his own changes. His old muscular physique had dwindled away, leaving him with slender arms and shoulders, shapely legs, and what looked like the beginnings of an hourglass figure. His butt had plumped up considerable, and obviously he now had Anne’s nipples adorning his chest. His old pectorals had shrunk away, leaving only a couple of little soft lumps on his chest, that had already seemed to have grown since this morning. His hair was down past his shoulders, and his face was definitely a lot more feminine.
“Not bad, all things considered” he mused to himself. He was basically a flat chested MILF at this point. He’s eyes fell on the two pink lips nestled between his thighs. The warm tingling was still present from before, which caused him to sigh. He was starting to feel really pent up. Sure he touched it a couple of times out of curiosity, but had never gone too far. Maybe he should… no, he needed to get in the shower. He grabbed Anne’s bathrobe and tied it round him and headed to the bathroom. On the way he passed by Emma’s room and smiled when he saw Steve playing happily on the floor.
‘Aw bless’ he thought to himself as he walked away ‘at least he seems happy’ he entered the bathroom and turned the shower on. He removed his robe and stepped in, enjoying the feeling of the water running down his soft skin. He shivered as it ran over his new nipples surprised at his sensitive they were. He grabbed a bottle of Anne’s body wash and soaped himself up. Once that was done he removed the shower head and began to move it up an down his body, washing the suds away with his free hand. Again, when he brushed past his nipples he gave a small gasp of surprised delight.
“Oh, that felt nice” he muttered to himself as he placed and hand on each nipples and allowed the water to spray down him. He gently pawed at each one, and could have sworn he felt the flesh beneath them start to swell.
With each gentle squeeze of his apparently budding breast, a shiver of excitement spread through him, and he could feel his crotch growing warmer than before.
“I can see why Anne used to love it when I played with these!” He gasped, “wonder what else she used to love feels like?” He added thoughtfully. He closed his eyes and tried to picture what they used to do in the bedroom. It used to driver her wild when he took charge, dominated her. He pictured himself being pinned to the bed by a pair of muscular arms, broad shoulders hovering just above him. Slowly one of his hands made its way down his slender stomach and gently began to massage his groin. A massive wave of pleasure shot through his body, causing him to gasp loudly. He lowered the shower head a little so water was running down his stomach and between his legs as he continued to stroke himself.
In his mind he was picturing this muscular man holding him down, both arms above his head. His slender wrists held in place by just one large hand, whilst the other held the tip of his penis against his clit. Jason bit his lip as his rubbing increased in pressure and furiosity. Jolts of ecstasy shot through him, and a choked scream left his mouth his mental image shifted again to this powerful man slowly slide the length of his cock up into his fold.
“Oh god!” Jason gasped as his legs buckled, and he sank into a crouch. The shower head hung limply in his hand as he spread his lower lips with his fingers, imagining what it would be like to be entered. The weight of his newly grown boobs pulled on his chest as he let out a quiet moan.
He could see the man’s face now, and he didn’t care that he bore a striking resemblance to the person currently sat watching tv downstairs. The pleasure built to a crescendo, then burst free as he dropped onto his cushioned ass on the floor of the shower and cried out.
“Oh fuck Ems!”
“Yes?” She replied.
