Jen felt herself and knew that this was all true. She had been a cock
sucker all her life and was making enough money to take care of
herself but she was not happy with this reality.
Moments after Kyle disappeared from her sight she screamed as loud as
she could. KYLE!
Not so loud. Jesus. Ya wanna wake the dead?
What do you want now?
I want out of this reality.
Are you sure give it a try. Kyle disappeared and Jen took a grasp of
her extremely large and now sagging tits. Looked in the mirror and saw
a well used whore and yelled for Kyle again.
Ok Ok I will change your reality again. Don't say I am not accommodating.
When Kyle left this time Jen felt herself change as she saw the rest
of the world meld into a misty image of it's former self.
Out Jen went like a light.
When she woke she was laying next to a man. He was snoring like a buzz
saw and Jen looked at his chest heave up and down as he took breath
after breath.
Jen got up and wrapped a robe around her and went into the bathroom to
shower and get ready to go home. Wherever that was.
As she stepped onto the cold bathroom tile she thought about just
leaving the light off and showering quick and getting out of there.
She shut the door and turned the shower on. In the dark Jen just
quickly washed her hair and rinsed her body off. When she was finished
she listened closely to the door to see if she had woken the behemoth
that she woke up next to in the bedroom.
Nothing.
Good she said to no one in particular.
She switched on the light and grabbed the a comb and went to comb out
her hair and as she looked in the mirror she stood there stunned.
Looking back at her was not the Jen that she had grown up to know she
was nor was it the whore that Kyle had made her.
As she looked in the mirror she saw the image of the big man behind
her slip his arm around her bulging waist, now rounded as if she had
swallowed a beach ball and felt the bristly beard rubbing against her
neck. What's up babe. He nudged her neck and nibbled her ear.
You look confused.
After allowing herself to be molested by this big man while taking in
her appearance she finally responded. Kyle in a fairly loud gruff
response.
No. Harlan. What's wrong with you.
I was just wondering where Kyle was.
She looked around looking for Kyle to appear.
Nothing.
Her night time play kept wrapping his arms around her body molesting
her with every move.
Come back to bed.
He slipped his hand into hers and drug her back to bed where she let
the robe drop to the ground.
She was able to see herself better without the robe and it wasn't that
it was a bad body but it wasn't hers. She crawled back into bed
thinking that maybe she would be able to sort out this in the morning
and maybe Kyle would answer then.
It wasn't really a bad body. She was obviously quite a bit younger
than her old body but the penis would take some getting use to. She
was familiar with the treasure trail on men she had played with but
had never known what it was like to have one herself. Her breasts
although still quite voluptuous were very masculine now and her hips
became love handles. And was she getting 5 o'clock shadow? That
military haircut was quite strange.
Come on to bed Jeff I'm tired.