(Author's Note: My pacing is a bit different than prime DMU, which just ended as I write this....but some of the details I've utilized. And Jon's discovery he feels...good about things.)
The following morning Jon slowly stirred. He slowly came to the realization that he had gone to sleep in the same place he woke up...which of course was the place he had woken up the last few days. He could feel a muscular arm draped around his waist, and the undeniable feeling of something hard pressing between his ass cheeks. As he realized he was still naked, memories of last night started flooding back into his mind. They had come back upstairs, he was a bit buzzed from the wine. He shifted himself a little, and he felt the arm around him tighten its grip and pull him closer.
"Psst..." Jon whispered. His voice had definitely gone up in pitch. "Are you awake?"
"Wha....you, I guess," a deeper voice said. The arm loosed its grip and Jon felt her roll over. He turned around so he was laying on his side facing her. Laura's hair was now really short, and a little messy, and her jawline was much more chiseled, displaying a light shadow of stubble.
"What happened last night?" Jon asked.
"You started kissing me," Laura said. "And it kind of accelerated from there."
Jon bit his lower lip and ran his hands over his own body. Two sizeable orbs now rested where his pecs used to be. Oddly he wasn’t worried or disheartened by this change as he had been on previous morning, it felt...satisfying somehow. "We'd better get up," he said. He headed into the bathroom. As he entered, he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror.
“Oh wow!” He grinned to himself, admiring his reflection. His hair was now longer and blonde, his face was really feminine and sitting atop a slender neck and shoulders. His chest had ballooned out overnight, giving him an impressive bust. There was something about it that surprised him. He liked how he looked. He felt....sexy. He finally tore himself away from his reflection, pursing his lips and giving himself a wink.
"What are you doing?" Laura said, coming in behind him.
“Notice anything different?” Jon asked as he folded his arms underneath his new chest. Laura looked up at him and her eyes widened at the sight. Apart from his voice being not quite right, there was no trace of the old Jon, he now a stunning representation of womanhood. There was no other word for it, he was a milf.
“Oh my god!” Laura gasped, “you….” She was at a loss for words.
“I know, I look good don’t I?” Jon said, feeling a sudden release. He didn't feel worried at all.
"Really good."
"You don't look so bad yourself..." Jon remarked. Laura had become a muscular dark haired gentleman with a bit of distinguished graying around his temples. He smirked, “now if you’re done staring, we should probably get dressed and make a start on breakfast before the kids wake up” he added as he turned around toward what he now saw as his chest of drawers. As he did he cocked his hips, pushing out his now ample backside and glanced back at her. He could feel his longer hair tickling his back between his shoulder blades.
