It was more of around 4 o'clock, but whatever.
Joe woke me up by gently prodding my side with his head.
Groggy and irritated, I nearly yelled before I remembered his circumstances and instead gently rubbed his head with the big palm of my muscular right arm, asking him why he was awake.
He let out a little fart, so I knew.
I carried him to the bathroom, turning the light on with my unoccupied arms, and set him on the John, holding him upright at its front edge, facing inwards and downwards.
I clipped his hair up so that it would fall into the toilet or impede his shitting process in any way.
I was groggy, so I was just rubbing my eyes with my other hands before I heard Joe's mouth gasp.
I looked over to the other side of his body and was met by a decently repulsive scene.
Joe was midway through forcing a log of shit out when he had stopped suddenly, the thing looking incredibly out of place sticking out of his otherwise cute face.
I gagged and scolded Joe for tricking me into seeing him shit before he started exhaling though his nose loudly and shaking his head.
He could smell the log. It was right under his nose.
I gasped too and grabbed some squares of toilet paper. Still attached, I rolled them up and carefully tied them around Joe's wincing, freaked out head, making sure to completely cover the nose.
But he wouldn't go on with it. He just stared into the toilet bowl and shook his head, all the while still midway through the shit.
Hearing a wet smacking sound, I examined his lips - to which he was mouthing, "I CAN'T"
"Yes, you can Joe." I said.
"You can fucking do it."
"Don't let your body control you!"
"You control your fucking body!"
"Got that?"
He nodded.
"So GO AHEAD. GO SHIT!!!"
I yelled it, not in a mean way, but in a manner I thought to be encouraging.
Of course I paused for a moment to assess the clear insanity of what I had just said, but anyhow -
He looked at me, eyes full of apprehension.
And then he grit his eyes.
And pushed out the log.
Kerplunk.
"YEEEESSSS!!!"
I hugged Joe, with all four arms for the entire time, and laughed with him as he delivered his payload, "vomiting" brown logs out of the sphincter of his mouth.
Somehow, Penny didn't wake up.
I cleaned up and wiped Joe and, after flushing for him and cleaning my four hands, made my way back to bed with him.
Pulling under the sheets again, I removed the hairclip, said goodnight and began drifting off.
Until I was woken up by a light poke on my arm.
I furrowed my brow and turned on the light, about to shout "What?!" as I had become accustomed to doing for so many years before I saw Joe nervously scooting away from me, 1.7 foot-long rock hard penis swaying in the air at the top of his body.
Joe was averting his gaze and blinking quickly, blushing as he tried to visibly distract himself, and slow his shallow breath.
But my breathing grew shallow too.
I began to sweat as my new muscular lungs began to pump air in and out, as goosebumps, starting from my spine, ran down my back, breasts, arms and legs and thighs, to the tips of my fingers and toes.
I suddenly remembered I was practically naked, the bathrobe having fallen open as I lied down, exposing my now massive and muscular frame, and D-cup breasts.
"Uuuuhhhh . . . Joe?"
I asked him as I stared at my brand-new boner making a tent in my borrowed underwear and boxers, as my good-old vagina began to slicken up.
"D-dd-do-you . . want . . . ???"
Joe nervously cocked his head and turned it to gaze at my pillow, flustered.
A stray strand of hair fell from behind his ear, brushing against his left cheek.
After shuffling around and stooping a little, Joe's sphincter puckered before it relaxed, gaping open as a mysterious tunnel.
As his three nipples perked up, raising to attention, standing out, uncontained by any bra, on his pajama shirt,
He slowly looked at me, kind, tired, needing eyes meeting mine.
He lightly nodded.