Look at me. My wife went completely overboard.

Yeah that orgasm felt great, but I can't believe she expects me to stay this way. It's not like she showed any less restraint on her body. Her cock is huge. I hope she's not expecting me to sit on that thing. I'm glad she went to the store for groceries. I need some time to think.

The water feels so good pouring over my thick nipples. I can't get over that they used to be high on my chest. Now they swing in front of me. Honestly I can't imagine them taking the reverse journey. Having tits this huge grow this fast must have compromised my skins ability to bounce back, right? I sure hope not. But they are really sore. This is total bodily upheaval. My aerola are now four times the size of what they used to be. God, they're so dark.

Mmmm.

Try to control yourself, Arnold. . .

I can see so clearly now. I've had those thick-rimmed glasses for so long I forgot what it was like to go without them. When I shift my change of perspective down to my chest I can't help but feel dizzy. It scares me how much I love having these long nails. How they move over my voluptous curves. . .

So heavy. So wonderfully heavy.

My wife knew what she was doing.

I looked at my pussy in the mirror before I stepped into the shower. My obsidian lips still glistening with the aftermath of my touch. I told my wife long ago I fantasized about darker women and she upped the stakes by making me one. It filled my tummy with butterflies to look in the mirror and know I would totally fuck myself.

I love them. They're so bountiful. When they fall they pull me down with them. She knew what she was doing. . .

They are perfect.

I feel it again. That familiar need to touch myself. I have to fight it. Even if I am a thicc little momma. . .

I've heard about what these pills do. The more I orgasm as a woman, the more they take. My ovaries will start producing estrogen beyond my ability to control it. My mind will be overcome. The changes will be locked in. For good. I'd have these puppies forever.

They're so fucking perfect. . . but I can't let that happen.

. . .

Come on, Arnold.

Clear your mind.

Just wash yourself and relax.

Try to focus.

Don't get too worked up.

*I'm going to be fine. I can go back to being Arnold if I fight this.

Though Ana'stashya is a pretty name. . .Perfect for a body like this."

Hmm.

You know —I haven't washed my pussy yet. Maybe I should. I've been trying not to touch it. It probably wouldn't hurt to for just a second.

*It's so weird having no cock between my legs. No balls swinging in the way. My body is so streamlined now. Something about it is so much. . . easier.

That's right.

I've washed under my tits and my thick ass. Now let's get Ana'stashya's pussy clean along with everything else.

Just like that.

Momma wants a nice, clean pussy and then she'll change back for good.

Mmm.

That's right. Let's get you good and clean for momma.

Yes. . .

Just like that.

Mmmm.

You like being cleaned, don't you?

Oh. FUCK!

. . .

One more orgasm couldn't hurt.

Could it?