Karyn, still in Jon’s bedroom, stood before the mirror he had on his wall, her heart beating hard in her chest, as she lifted off her shirt.
Jon could finally see. And Karyn was now topless, as they looked at themselves in the mirror. Karyn gasped as they were hit by an enormous wave of lust. Karyn had never been so horny in her life, or felt so lesbian in her life, much less for her own body.
“I’m sorry!” Karyn cried out as she began kneading Jon. What was this? This feeling, it wasn’t normal. It felt like she was stimulating her genitals but it was just her breasts. They had never been very sensitive before, but now…
Jon wanted to apologize as well, for being the origin of the feeling of sexual attraction for Karyn’s body, but was too overwhelmed by the full body stimulation to even think a message to her.
Karyn wanted to see her whole nude body. She started to unzip her pants, and almost sobbed, “I’m sorry Jon”, pausing for a moment.
“Keep, keep going…” Jon thought to her.
Karyn slid down her pants and undies and looked at herself in both arousal and embarrassment. She was so hot! Why was she against her breasts being like this before, her body was so perfect now. Of course that was Jon’s lust interacting with Karyn’s nervous system. What did that really matter? They were together one organism now, in a way, one person. He wasn’t even a man anymore, he was a part of her body. A part of her. And she liked that. She liked him being there, so close that his nervous system was entwined with her own. It may not even be correct to think “he” about Jon. “He” was a “she” if anything now.
Wanting now to give Jon a show, and show “her” everything, Karyn abortively took her hands off her breasts so Jon could see better, but also to play with her genitals. And she found to her amazement that it wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as playing with her breasts. Her breasts were now more erogenous than her genitals were!
“Karyn… I’m actually… going to…” Jon thought at her.
Gripped by paroxysm Karyn fell over backwards onto Jon’s bed while her junk violently spurted clear goop on herself and the bed. It was far more intense than anything either had ever experienced.
She was out of breath and exhausted and rested there for about 5 minutes, no words passing between them mentally or spoken, before she slowly got up and went to Jon’s bathroom to clean herself off, and then put her clothes back on, but not before wishing herself up a new bra and increasing the size and shape of the shirt just a little. It was so comfortable to them both. Jon loved the feeling of proper support without crushing tightness. The sexual episode was great, but this lasting comfort felt truly right to a pair of breasts like herself. Then Karyn got some toilet paper soaked in water and put it on the wet spot on the bed, as a first step to clean her goo off of it.
“Just to be clear,” Jon thought at her. “We’re not going to be trying to restore me… right now?” Jon found she could think words to herself without sending them to Karyn, and sending words took more mental effort. So she still could have privacy in her thoughts.
“We have, to get going to school… is that, all right?” Karyn said, looking herself in the mirror, her new curves being accentuated and not stifled or crushed by her shirt now, feeling a twinge of arousal again, this time though, it was due all to Karyn, since Jon was now covered up and couldn’t see anything. Karyn wondered if she had been changed at a deeper level by either the wish or their experience together. But she also was thinking, because her, or his, Jon’s, room still existed, including Jon’s drawer of boxers, that “Jon” hadn’t been erased from existence, presumably that meant “Jon” would be missed if he remained absent. This might be fun, amazing even, but they did need to do something, and soon, and possibly decisively.
“Yeah,” thought back Jon. “It’s, no hurry. Take all, all the time, you need…”
