After we all got another round of food and beverage, we sat down and put on another movie. By the time it was finished it was just about midnight. I was getting tired, and I sensed that everyone else was, too.
The three changing males mustered up enough energy to perform another change-tracking photo session. The biggest differences this time were more of the same. Carl had lost more weight and was definitely thinner across the waist. Scott and I lost another inch or so of height. Scott’s hair had grown enough that you could no longer tell he was starting to go bald. All of our hair was longer. Mine was now covering my ears. Once again we all noticed that our penises were continuing to shrink. The main thing that we noticed this time that we had not previously was in our chests. None of us were yet showing signs of growing breasts, but our nipples were both larger and more sensitive. “Start getting used to that,” Joyce instructed.
After the session was finished, Pam yawned and said, “I think I need to crash. I’ve had too much to drink.”
“I think we all have,” said Joyce.
“Two of you can crash on the couches,” I said. “I only have one bed in the apartment.”
“Someone can come back with me to my apartment,” said Carl. “I’ve got a couch to crash on, and I’ve got my own bed.”
Scott stood up and said, “I’ll go to your place and let the ladies have the couches here. I think they can be trusted in my brother’s place.” We all gave him a strange look. “What? I’m drunk,” he protested. That brought a hearty laugh from all of us.
Carl asked Rachel, “What about you?”
“I’m going to stay here,” she said. She walked over to me and wrapped her hands around my arm.
“Oh, yea, OK,” said Carl. He fully understood her meaning.
“We’ll all meet back here for breakfast,” I said. “Hopefully we won’t be too hung over.”
With that, Carl and Scott left for Carl’s apartment. I grabbed some extra blankets for Pam and Joyce, but they both insisted they were fine without them. It took me a moment to realize that their refusal was likely tied to my wish about weather not affecting people any longer. I now assumed that the wish also applied to people needing comfort of that kind.
Rachel and I retreated to my bedroom. She removed he clothes, which now only consisted of her pants, bra and panties. “Come on,” she said. “We’ll get one more session out of you.”
This actually turned out to be easier said than done. I found it much harder to get my penis to cooperate. Rachel started to give me another blow job, but that didn’t seem to help as much as we thought it would. Finally, after what seemed like forever between her blowing me and then aggressively riding me, I was able to come. But she was unfulfilled. So I offered to go down on her. She was surprised at first, but reasoned that soon that would be all we could do. I had never performed oral sex on a woman before, so I let her tell me what to do and how to do it. I guessed I was doing it right when she grabbed my head and wouldn’t let me lift up.
After we finished Rachel laid close to me and draped an arm across my chest. “Joe,” she said, “what if too much changes while we’re asleep?”
“Well, I wish that nothing will change while we sleep except for our hair,” I said. “I think that should make it OK for us to keep track of the changes.”
“You’re so smart,” she said.
“I also wish that the six of us won’t sleep too late into the morning and that we won’t be too hung over,” I said. “That way we can pick back up where we left off.”
“Joe, what do you think will happen after the change finishes?” she asked.
I thought for a moment. “I have no idea,” I said. “I guess we’ll all find out together. It’ll be a great new adventure.”
She gave a contented sigh. “As long as we’re together, that’s fine with me,” she said. “Thank you for being you.”
“Thank you for wanting to be with me,” I said. We slowly drifted off to sleep.