You slowly wake up, rubbing your hands against the smooth lycra sheets as your eyes slowly open. It's daylight again, and you lift your head to scan the room. You hear Brenda making noises in the kitchen. As you sit up, you see a towel over by the bathroom door holding the eggs you laid a few hours ago. You think next time you'll hold the limit down to two eggs instead of as many as you can hold. Your lower abdomen seems sore. You smile as you know you won't have stretch marks, stretched out portions of your latex suit would break up the perfection that defines your image of the form you now are.
You slide to the end of the bed, and stand up, stretching your arms behind you, pushing your chest out as you hear your sternum pop, exhaling deeply. You feel like you need a drink, and walk into the kitchen. You find Brenda is nearly finished washing the remaining dishes you left in the sink. You walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. She sinks back into your embrace, wiggling her butt into your hips. You whisper "Good morning beautiful."
She purrs softly, "Sleep well?"
"Yes, slept very well" you add.
"I'm almost finished here, where would you like to milk me this morning?" she asks.
"Hmmm, on the couch." you say after a thoughtful pause. As you rub her belly, you grow her testicles to the size of grapefruits, stretching her scrotum into a tight mass the size of a volleyball, and enhance her prostate's size to nearly a basketball. You now feel her gut push outward, looking like a beer belly.
"That's enough dear, or I won't be able to finish the dishes" she playfully mentions.
You release her waist, and head to the living area, over to your chair. You feel the hunger pangs and the dryness of thirst as you wait. You give a few suckles on your own breasts to help with the dryness, but until you feed from another, your hunger and thirst remains.
Brenda walks in quietly, and sits down on the couch just as you notice her presence. Her modest cock bouncing proudly above her scrotum that juts out just as far as her cock. "I don't know why, but I love how this feels, how you must feed from me. I helps me feel worthy to be with you." She grabs her cock shaft, and wiggles it at you, "Come and get it."
Greedily you slide off the chair and kneel down in front of the couch, and give a slurping caress of her cock, and look up toward Brenda's face, "It is me who is lucky to be worthy of you my dear," and blow her a kiss, before turning back to the most delicious cock in the world and proceed to enjoy your meal, and provide a near half-hour orgasm to the woman of your dreams.
As you finish feeding, you love how the modest cock and the huge scrotum are the opposite of what most men look like, and in your mind you prefer Brenda this way. It's the least male you can make her and still lust for her like no other. You give a slurp of her cock tip as you finish milking her prostate and balls, your belly now sloshing with many pints of her fluid. You cannot stand easily, so you crawl back over to the chair and relax, noticing that Brenda is fast asleep. Not tired, you gaze at the sleeping body of your mate, and take time to appreciate the wonderful sensations as your body digests its meal.