As much as Jon liked the idea of watching Karyn get dressed, there wasn't much to appreciate from his particular vantage point. The first thing he saw was a pale blue thong being pulled up Karyn's legs, and from then on, the world was a hazy blur filtered by the cotton gusset stretched over his face.
Karyn seemed to be moving around quite a bit, probably picking out something to wear or putting on a bra, Jon figured, and then she sat down on him again. She was leaning forward, pulling something dark up her legs. Pantyhose? Not likely, she usually didn't bother with those except for special occasions. Then Jon remembered it was Saturday, and Karyn liked to go running on weekend mornings. The opaque grey Lycra being pulled over him was definitely her stretchy workout leggings. Normally Jon enjoyed the way they accentuated the look of her shapley legs and supple rear, but as her vulva he was coming to dislike being stuck beneath tight-fitting clothing that blocked out all light and fresh air.
Jon waited while Karyn donned her socks and shoes.
Deprived of sight and with his hearing considerably muffled, he was learning to get an idea of what she was doing by the way her body moved around him. Whenever she lifted a leg or turned her body to the side or leaned one way or the other, he could perceive miniscule movements in the muscles around him. It wasn't perfect but it beat being completely ignorant of the world outside her pants.
Karyn grabbed some coffee before heading out the door. She was usually up at dawn for her morning run but she had lost track of time the night before and stayed up well past her usual bedtime tending to the sort of needs a proper girl doesn't speak about. "I've just been under a lot of stress lately," she told herself. "It's perfectly normal to need to let out tension that way." Hopefully a good hard run would help with that too.
Jon was initially quite pleased with his situation as Karyn started down the path at the neighborhood park. With each stride, he rocked from side to side, Karyn's healthy thighs brushing his face through her clothing. It was much like when she walked home the previous day, but somehow more... stimulating? Combined with the gentle bobbing motion between steps, the experience was quite pleasant. There wasn't anything sexual about it, just the satisfying sensation that comes with vigorous exercise, except that he wasn't putting in any of the work.
As for Karyn, she wasn't having it so well. None of her sports bras fit well at all over her substantially enhanced bust; she had done her best to squeeze her breasts into the biggest pair she owned but it was so painfully tight she couldn't breathe. Eventually she had given up and just worn an especially loose shirt to make her bouncing mammaries less obvious, and now she was already regretting that decision. Having never had a rack like this before, she was completely unprepared for the amount of bouncing that would be involved. It felt like at any moment her tits would detach from her body and fly away. Worse, she felt utterly exposed running without a bra. She was half-convinced that all the men she passed were eyeing her chest, helping themselves to views of the conspicuous undulations under her shirt. She wanted to cross her arms over her chest, to hold these ridiculous things down and contain there insufferable bouncing, but that would only make her situation even more obvious to onlookers.
Maybe it was the extra weight she was carrying up top, or maybe it was just rising heat of the day due to her late start, but Karyn was sweating more than usual as well. One practical consideration of her new endowments was the reality of boob sweat, a problem she had never had to worry about before. She was getting hot and her breasts were begging to seriously ache even though she wasn't even halfway done.
Meanwhile, Karyn's discomfort was mirrored by Jon's, who had problems of his own developing between her legs. Karyn's body heat was rising to unbearable levels as her workout continued with no end in sight. The material of her leggings was not quite as breathable as he would have liked it to be; he was soaked with sweat and could feel more dripping from her pores with every step she took. This, combined with the tightness of the garment, made him constantly feel like suffocating even if he wasn't capable of breathing anyway.
Karyn slowed to a brisk walk as she turned toward her house. Normally she would run until her legs were jelly, but now her back and shoulders were on fire from all the unsupported weight they had been carrying, and her breasts were surely covered in bruises from all the jostling they had endured. Making matters worse, her thong had been steadily working its way between her nethers for the last half mile and despite her best efforts to discreetly dislodge it, it was quite firmly stuck in place until she could address the problem in a less public area. Feeling the eyes of strangers on her chest all morning was bad enough; she could never show her face in public again if she were caught picking a wedgie.
Jon was, understandably, less than happy with this development. It was uncomfortable enough being so hot and moist down there even before he began getting flossed by Karyn's sweaty underwear. Now his tender inner lips were getting mercilessly rubbed with each step she took. Of all the aspects of being a pussy Jon had often fantasized about, chafing was not one of them. On top of all that, he had been steadily growing more aware of his own feminine scent. While he had woken up to an odor that was quite tolerable, the combination of heavy sweating and poor circulation over the last hour had amplified this considerably. Jon positively reeked. He hoped for the sake of his own sanity that Karyn would soon find the time to wash him.
