Her mind was still foggy but the fog was slowly lifting. As the fog on her mind started to dissipate she began to think for herself again. A few things had changed but as her libido calmed down her mind returned she began trembling at what she had become. She looked over to the semen-streaked mirror on her wall.
She didn’t look all that different, her face was practically un touched she had slender arms and her hairless legs were still feminine; but as she ran a finger across her formerly glorious boobs now reduced to a pitiful A-cup she noticed two things.
First, a few thoughts rose in her mind showing her many different ways on how she could squeeze the remaining milk out in humiliating and depraved ways on camera as she watched the viewer count rise.
Second, she noticed that as she thought these things the fog slowly began descending upon her head as the fantasy brought back her hornyness. She looked down only to notice her fingers tracing her rock hard nipples under her slightly tented shirt.
Her hands carefully descended to her exposed cock and she ran the crimson red nails of her left hand under her heavy ball sack careful to cradle them and her right hand began working the long shaft.
Her panic fell as the fog over her mind returned and she frantically began milking herself.
She scooted over towards the mirror before licking at the now cold cum streak across it.
She let the sticky substance roll across her tongue as she slid her legs out from under her and began sliding her long member gently across the floor using the friction and the plush carpet to work her rock hard member.
The pleasure was building and she quickly licked up the remaining cum on the mirror as she ran her tongue over her red lips.
She was almost there, a few more seconds and she would explode again.
She stopped just at the peak holding her eyes shut as she savored the feeling before she slyly opened them looked back at her reflection again and kissed herself in the mirror, leaving behind a wet imprison of her lips with a thick layer of cum on the mirror.
She stood up reveling in the feeling of her massive balls aching for release and the 10” log that stood out from her body. She needed to get dressed who knows how big of a audience she would have for her debut… or even what they would do but she needed to look good for her boyfriend.
She grabbed her phone and snapped a quick picture of the mirror with her heavy cum lip print slowly distorting under the weight, she made sure not to be in frame at all to keep the surprise of her looks before sending the picture to the unknown number that called her a couple minutes ago. With the message “Hope you are as ready as I am for tonight!”
Finally, strutting out of her room not hiding her girthy member as it oozed the last residual drops of cum threating to drip down onto the carpet.
Knowing her mom was similarly sized to her previous proportions she walked down the stairs to the basement where her parents kept the make shift workout room set up.
Jen knew what she was looking for and about where they would be.
Her mom had gotten into yoga a few years ago and picked it up sporadically that didn’t stop her from claiming a section of the room for her mat and more specifically stretchy yoga pants.
Deciding for subtlety she picked out a black pair with a bright pink strip down the side.
The next part was going to be the hard part. She pulled them up her legs; normally she rarely wore yoga pants, not because she didn’t look good in them but more because she preferred the breeziness of skirts as opposed to the tightness of yoga pants. As she got to her upper legs the battle started she pulled only to feel the resistance of the pants as they stretched over her generous frame.
As she slowly worked them up over her hips she reveled in the way the material squeezed her now half erect shaft. Once again she bit her lower lip and shivered at the sensation of pulling the pants snuggly over her rod.
Her breathing quickened as she teased herself with the material before finally working it over her hips.
The head was still poking out but at least the hard part was done.
She heard a ding from her phone but was a bit preoccupied to see what it was.
Sensually she rubbed her palm over the shaft before sliding it down into the abyss that was her yoga pants.
There was a noticeable bulge in the front of her pants as she licked her palm of any salty residue as she decided if she wanted to hide it or leave it as is.