John woke up in a bit of haze. He dreamt Jen finally let him try anal, but then she returned the favor... Sitting up, his thoughts were drawn to a tugging at his chest, his hand reached for the upper center of his chest; confusing the sensation for acid reflux. When his palm made contact with his sternum, he realized the sensation was starting to intensify around his nipples. Fully opening his eyes and looking down, he was greeted by a pair of small breasts; his chest was clear of body hair, as was his arms. His eyes widened in confusion, but he felt his morning wood throbbing at full force. So without thinking about it any further, he slipped out of the bed and made it to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Dropping his boxers and sitting onto the cold toilet seat, he let off a quiet yelp that further woke him up. Blindly pointing his dick downward into the bowl, something felt off, but any thoughts had to wait; he had to piss like a race horse. Finishing his business he picked himself up, panting a little, he thought about how he had never had to go that badly in the morning before; when his gaze shifted past the mirror.
Looking in, he saw somebody that resembled himself, but like, way more petite, curvy, and most of all; cuter. He started to smile at the sight, as the figure returned the look, when it finally registered that he was the cutie. Shocked and Embarrassed at how he suddenly felt about his reflection, much less the fact that it didn't match what he looked like just yesterday; he averted his eyes and ran back to the bedroom.
Jen was still sleeping, John was unsure what to do. He had a strong urge to not disturb her, not to mention he wasn't sure how she was going to react to his new figure. But then she turned over onto her back, and the first thing John noticed was the tent pitching over her crotch. Feeling his anus twitch slightly at this sight, he began to realize that his weird dream might have been reality. "J-jenny..?" he anxiously stammered, "something's weird jenny..." he whispered.
Jen's eyes opened slightly as she let out a gruntish-moan, "five more minutes..." was all she said before turning away onto her side. So close to her, John noticed her shoulders seemed slightly broader than he remembered. Looking over her figure more closely, she seemed a little more muscular in general, but still recognizable as Jen, not unlike how he seemed to have softened up a bit. Feeling a little naughty, he stepped around to the other side of the bed, and lifted up the sheet to peek under. Astonishingly, his eyes went straight for her abs; just defined enough to make out the six-pack, but not overly done. Her boobs looked a little more perky than before; likely due to her increased shoulder width and pectoral muscles causing her skin to more naturally support the weight of her own breasts. But finally, Johns eyes shifted back downward to her dick; easily 7 inches long, he felt his nipples perk up a bit at the sight. He never considered himself to be gay, but on the other hand, knowing this is still his beloved Jen was stirring up something inside him; something that excited him.
He realized just how to get Jen to wake up...