Naomi tucked away from the ensuing orgy with the phone I’m her hand the mature Asian female bodybuilder stopped looking at the bodybuilding and sports trophies her husband won. She targeted herself and loaded up a sentence.
“The woman wants to be bigger and more successful than her husband.”
That so?! Well how about this ‘significant other’
“The woman is significantly bigger and more successful than her husband.”
Hitting enter Naomi’s body quaked as her track shorts and sports bra replaced with a slightly frighteningly over sized bikini top and leather biker shorts she stumbled out of and then her blew up practically inflating with muscles her skin took on a dark tan brown saturated with veins. She physically couldn’t lift the phone anymore because her biceps were the size of boulders her pecs had devoured her breasts leaving little pink pointy nipples barely visible over her barn door pecs that rose like muscular bread dough towards her face. Looking at the trophies to see the positives you see pictures of Carter vanish, worried you waddle and to a full length mirror and stare in all that’s left but morbid awe she was downright massive her traps went over her head and she was enamored and horrified the pec breasts the bulging muscle gut looking at her sun aged face trying not to freak out about the veins running down her forehead the hyper masculine face and upon looking dow a clitoris that resembled a little penis. Those are fixable with the phone right?
Upon waddling to the bedroom everyone looked the same and were pretty much done with the threesome except Tawnya who had a vibrator buried in her vagina. Daniel who looked very different from bodybuilder to maybe a gymnast he was no longer as fit and much younger now than he was moments ago his hair was long and in a feminine style and he was clean shaven painted up with makeup and wearing a teddy he did everything his wife wanted because she owned everything he was a failure. In a low growl she bellowed “Fetch me my reading glasses, honey.”
Daniel hopped to not wanting to disappoint her in the slightest. He placed it on her face knowing she can’t reach he bathed her styled her hair in the mornings and did her nails he really was an attentive husband in this reality he invited Tawnya over to fuck you while he was stroking his micropenis in the walk in closet. Naomi could probably just revert back from this after carefully thinking things out. She’ll also get her boys back somehow, why was it getting so hard to remember them?
Naomi targeted her husband and generated a sentence
“This effeminate cross dresser man is worried his wife will hit him.”
Struggling to hit worried she changes it to hopes
Suddenly her husband was rubbing up against her like a human cat “I’ve been bad spank me.”
Tawnya piped up “Fuck that clown let me play with yo clit.”
Jenna began to suck on Naomi’s toes being a loyal person and her closest adviser sh handed Jenna the phone.
“We’ve got to fix this pronto.” Naomi belted out as her lungs were winded moving her frame