Megan stretched to shake off a bit more of newly obtained early morning rust. Her more youthful body would have taken waking up at 'normal' school hours to be easy - if still annoying by having to go instead of staying home. Now though, her body ached everywhere - most prominently in her back. Almost paradoxically, this was almost made up for by the newfound strength she had as an adult male. "Mark" wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, but her physique was most certainly a few steps above her preteen female form and exhibited great masculinity.
Needless to say, this was unfortunate for Alan and his own body of female hormones. There was Megan hid with each stretch: those hairy legs, that bulky chest, that massive member....ugh, that cock. Despite being flaccid, each stretch made out a clear outline of the thick appendage. He winced looking at it. He could tell it was the dick he first saw observing Megan's transformed body...and the one earlier this morning when she had wood...and the one whose pounds helped conceive Step-...
Ugh, no! It was these bodies! These damn romantic bodies from that stupid book! Alan averted his gaze as he repeated these thoughts to himself. There was no way he could focus being able to even get glimpses of...that. "Well...uhm...I'll try getting us a starting point..." He muttered. "In the meantime...could you *please* put on some pants?"
Megan raised her eyebrow. Her body's entrenched routines had already convinced her that wearing such clothing was normal for the married couple. Still, it didn't take her too long to recognize Alan's flushed face and what made him uncomfortable. She gulped at her still unfamiliar privates and how her boxers still showed them off. The only stopping herself from covering them up was her mature male mind - the same thing that stopped her from freaking out when getting...um...erect. "Uhm...yeah, of course, honey bunches..."
Alan shuddered from the expression as Megan jogged back upstairs. This time, it wasn't annoyance that arose from being called that phrase again, but awkward arousal as he recalled what happened last night when he told Megan he didn't like it. Looking at that chiseled, mature face head on...God, Alan knew the more time they spent in these bodies, the more encounters like those they'd have. Hell, they already had so many in less than a day! He could only imagine what else could happen thanks to the book's magic - both unintentionally, and god forbid...
He rubbed his head to shake off that idea as he walked towards the house computer. There was no relief for the former young man as his view was encompassed by his massive tits - the pajamas not reaching up enough to prevent showing his cleavage. If last night was anything to go off of concerning those jugs, Alan really hoped 'Alana' had pajamas or a nightgown that actually covered them up - for both his and Megan's sakes. He decided just to deal with it for now as he pushed them up a little. If nothing else, he supposed truthfully telling his buds that he was able to touch a woman's massive boobs would be a positive...even if they were his own heavy, cumbersome ones.