As Greg helped Kim stretch, he loomed over her, his body radiating heat. Every time he adjusted her posture, guiding her with firm, confident hands, Kim caught a whiff of his scent—strong, musky, and undeniably masculine. He must've forgotten to put on deodorant too. It wasn’t the artificial, chemical smell of cologne. No, this was pure, raw her. A mix of sweat, testosterone, and something deeply primal.
Kim swallowed hard. Her new, smaller body was far more sensitive to scents than before, and Greg’s musk was overwhelming. It filled his nose, making his stomach flutter and increasing a wetness between her legs.
Greg chuckled, clearly noticing her reaction. "Something wrong, babe?" he teased, her voice rich with amusement.
Kim quickly shook her head, but he wasn’t buying it. He smirked, then casually lifted both arms behind his head, stretching, letting his scent fully surround her.
"Man, I reek, huh?" he said, flexing slightly. "Guess that’s what happens when you actually work out."
He leaned in closer, his sweat-dampened chest just inches from his face. "Come on, babe," he murmured, his voice dripping with playful dominance. "I know you can smell it. You like it, don’t you?"
What was happening. Kim's body tensed, every nerve on edge. He felt compelled to lean in to the dizzying scent—thick, heady, undeniably male. It made her skin tingle, her knees weak, her pussy quiver.
Greg grinned, watching his new wife struggle with their new reality. "It’s okay," he whispered, running a strong, calloused hand through her soft hair. "You’re my wife now. And wives? They love their husband’s scent right?"
Kim shuddered. She wanted to tell him that this was wrong, that they need to get back their original body, to protest and push him away—but her new body betrayed her. Her breathing was shallow, pulse racing. All she could do was gently nod.
Greg’s grin widened. "Thought so." Greg was getting used to this. Referring to himself as a man and his WIFE as woman. This is right he couldn't help but think.
And with that, he grabbed his gym bag and tossed the towel over his shoulder. "Come on, babe. Let’s hit the showers. Wouldn’t want my pretty little wife getting too flustered out here in public."
Kim sat there, stunned, her heart pounding as she watched Greg walk away—strong, confident, utterly in control.