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After witnessing a crime you are placed in a new program to escape death!

This choice: slim and athletic  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

slim and athletic

    by: Mr. George Author IconMail Icon
Slipping on the clothes that were the least scary. She fought to hide that svelte and toned body. Alas they clung in a way that his old gym clothes never did. But they felt too tight, going to adjust things, she found she was wearing ... two sports bras, to keep the girls from flying too wildly during energetic exercises.

It also served as a reminder of how alien and unfamiliar the new sex was. Even the angle was unsettling, to look down and see her own cleavage, feel the weight of her own bust was different.

The teasing draught reminding her how decorative her clothes were. As much designed to display her body, as to allow her to exercise.

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She felt the thong back diving too deep into her fuller new ass. The cheeks rounder and bigger than he'd ever experienced. Prompting the insecure question he'd mocked others for. The accusation of attention seeking, to draw a man's gaze to her butt. Now, her hips felt a mile wide, her ass gargantuan, and her bust just... too there.

She tried to summon a more modest perspective. Assure herself that it was the alien-ness that made everything feel exaggerated. Surely her body was just normal, a fit woman, rather than some tease that played a role.

Hell, even the small things felt so different. Before the change he'd had close cropped hair to hide the thinning and receding line. Now it was a lush mane that cascaded around her shoulders.

Part of her, was still him, was still masculine and wanted to fuck her. Make her wail and warble, sing as she was skewer on the end of his cock. It was jarring and unsettling to be both turned on, and terrified by her own... his own residual fantasy. Certainly she lacked the lance to skewer her, and she wasn't sure how to feel about that...

"Well, I'll have to adjust." she confessed. Her musing cut short, in surprise at hearing the girly voice emerge. Nodding resolutely to her reflection.
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