Now without the influence of Master's intoxicating presence Tiffany realised what she had just done. She knew that just hours before the thought of being on her knees and sucking cock would have revolted her, but she couldn't quite bring herself to hate what she'd done even with the slowly cooling reminder of the act sticking to her skin.
Still naked Tiffany ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. She turned on the shower and jumped into the hot stream breathing a sigh of relief as the water cleaned away the sticky white fluid. Now alone the burning fire of desire for her Master had disappeared, but the memory of what she'd been forced to feel for him stuck in her mind like a splinter she couldn't pull out; as did the knowledge that as soon as she saw him again it would all come rushing back and it would only take was a slight push for her to do it all over again.
Staring at her own naked body with a clear head the enormity of what had been done to her finally stated to dawn. With trembling hands Tiffany reached down and held the massive pair of tits she'd grown, a mixture of shock at the extreme change and fear at what this all meant for her future ran through her mind as she cradled the large fleshy weights in her arms, but at the same time she also felt a small measure of pride. After all she knew many women would kill to have a chest like hers and with the water rhythmically bounced off of them she realised they felt quite nice as she held them.
Further down Tiffany knew the damage was just as extensive, she could feel the exaggerated width in her hips whenever she took a step or shifted her weight and although her view of what was between her legs was obscured the void she felt inside and a slow exploratory hand descending south confirmed the existence of the soft folds of skin she expected to find. A quick ripple of pleasure flew through her body and she slipped a finger inside herself and brushed against a small nub she found; no doubt that whole area was something she'd be getting better acquainted with fairly soon if Master had his way.
Retrieving her hand Tiffany returned to the business of cleaning herself and soon stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed. Grabbing the towel she slowly dried off, enjoying the feeling of rubbing the fabric on her newly smooth and hairless skin. Once dry she wrapped the towel around herself like she'd seen women do on TV and darted out of the bathroom quickly making her way down the hall.