Transformation Themes:

Genital Transformation (Penis to Vagina, Vagina to Penis)

Feminisation

Mental Changes (Loss of Freedom to Speak)

Sensitivity Increase

Lip Growth (minor)

Voice Change (Masculine to Feminine)

Skin Change (plastic texture)

Eye Change (robotic, glowing)

Height change (minor growth)

Muscle growth 

Multiple parts (multiple arms)

Breast growth

Sexual Themes:

Nudity

PiV Sex

Rough Sex

Choking

Part 6: Notice anything different?

I’d lazed in the bed for a short time after we’d had sex while Hira had instead decided to get up, clean up and grab a quick drink. I gratefully accepted the glass of water she offered when she returned. We chatted and lazed naked for a while, and she revealed another benefit of her new skin; it cleaned very easily. I had always found her skin beautiful, it was a gorgeous brown and deliciously soft, but I found a renewed fascination with it due to its changed nature. Without thinking my hands roamed across her form. She returned the attention, particularly tracing her fingers around the white mark on my stomach she had created with the Device a few days earlier. At some point we drifted into a nap.

By the time we were both up and about again it was approaching mid-afternoon. We reluctantly went about some household chores, a rather unexciting follow up to our earlier activity, but a necessary one. Our gathering on Thursday had not been large, but we’d not fully cleaned everything up afterwards.

All in all our tasks didn’t take too long and before long we had returned to the bedroom. “Okay, so first we make small changed to ourselves, but make it so that only we’re aware of it. Then we see if the other person notices,” I summarised, “if they don’t, we point it out and see if that can notice once it’s pointed out.” Hira nodded in understanding. “I guess for the first one we can try it with you standing outside so you don’t see the change happen? We can do ones in front of each other as well to see if that changes anything?”

“Sounds good,” Hira agreed, “this is exciting. Feels like a proper science experiment.”

“Actually, come to think of it, we probably should do some actual proper experiments. You know with hypotheses, controls and all that stuff,” I tried to remember my high school science classes where they’d explained the scientific process. I shrugged, “but for now I just want to have a bit of fun.” Hira laughed and agreed. We spoke for a few moments more to work out a couple more details before I told Hira to wait in the hallway while I made a change, telling her I’d call her in when I was done.

We’d both stayed dressed in our comfortable lounging clothes so we agreed to make changes that would be immediately obvious without requiring any stripping. I took a look at myself in the mirror and considered what to do, but I quickly came up with an answer. My hair was dark brown and fell to the back of my neck in a wavy mess, lacking much of a defined style, partly by design and partly because Hira had made it grow beyond its normal length during the week.

I picked up the Device and quickly found the option I was looking for. With a few clicks of some buttons, and a double check that the awareness was set to be only myself, I executed the change. My scalp tingled as the change rapidly occurred. A wave of blonde seemed to spread from the roots of my hair to the tips. At the same time my hair grew out longer, reaching past my shoulders and adjusting to a different style. I didn’t know much about longer hairstyle, so what had come out was something that retained the messy, wavy look, although it appeared deliberate as opposed to before, framing my face well. It certainly added to my increasing androgynous appearance.

“Okay, all ready,” I called. Hira walked in and gave me a quick once over, then approached for a better look. “Notice anything different,” I teased, taking a mock pose and flipping my hair dramatically to bring her attention to it.

Hira squinted suspiciously and leaned in close to my face. “Did you actually change something?” she asked after a moment, “this isn’t a control test where you didn’t do anything right?”

“No, I definitely changed something,” I laughed, “it should be immediately obvious.”

“Okay. Well I changed your lips, so that’s why they look different and I removed your body hair, including your stubble so that’s why that’s not there,” she began to reason. “And I made your hair longer so that’s why that’s a little different that normal,” she continued, but then frowned and pursed her lips. She took another close inspection and walked around me, gesturing for me to raise my arms or pull myself to my full height. Her mental block stopped her from saying anything more, so I asked her a question to give her an opportunity to speak, “Nothing looks different. Is it something I would definitely notice without you taking off your clothes?”

“Definitely,” I confirmed, “although if you want me to get naked you just need to ask.”

“Hmm, maybe later,” she responded with a lewd smile that prompted a laugh, or more accurately a giggle, from me. She spent another couple of minutes examining me, but eventually sighed and shrugged in defeat.

“My hair,” I revealed, gesturing towards it and looking at her expectantly.

“What about it? Did you make it a little longer or shorter or something? It looks the same as usual, apart from the change I made to it,” she replied with a frustrated frown, “if its something that small no wonder I missed it.”

“I didn’t make it a little longer, I made it a lot longer,” I replied and gestured with my hand to indicate it had grown a good few inches, “but more dramatically I changed the colour.”

“What? That’s not the natural colour?” Hira seemed taken aback, “Is it normally more of dirty blonde or something?”

“No, its normally really dark brown,” I answered with a grin.

Hira looked at my doubtfully. “Are you telling the truth. Like really? You’re not messing with me?”

“No! I promise, I’m telling the truth. It was about this long,” I gestured to where my hair had fallen before, “and it was dark brown.”

“I… I know you must be telling the truth, but I really can’t imagine it looking like that. Or I can imagine it, but I don’t feel like I remember it ever looking that way before,” Hira looked down and frowned with her eyes shut. She opened then again shook her head, “It’s no good. I know you’re not, but it feels like you’re lying or deluded.”

The completeness of the awareness block was surprising. I’d really expected it to be more subtle, for her to feel like something was up about my hair at least, or to instantly remember the truth when it was revealed. It was little unnerving, but I was excited to experience it myself. A part of me hoped that somehow I’d be able to see through the block where Hira hadn’t, although I knew this was probably pure fantasy.

“Well, okay, this is a usefully experiment,” I handed the Device to Hira, “but now its your turn.” I went to leave but then paused. “Wait, before I go, let me take a really good look at you.” She smiled and turned to me. I listed her features, wondering if keeping a mental image of her in my head would overcome the Device’s effect. Her hair was dyed purple and slightly shorter than my current style. Her skin was brown and currently looked artificial and plastic. Her eyes had a robotic look and glowed amber. She was couple of inches shorter than me and had a petite build. Her breasts looked larger than average due to the change to her skin making them perkier, but I had a good idea of their size. I thought I had covered everything she could change that would be obvious with getting undressed, so I nodded and stepped into the hallway, holding the image in my head firmly.

It seemed Hira had already had a change in mind, because she knocked on the door to call me back in only a minute or so later, being unable to use her voice to call me. I looked her over when I entered, but nothing seemed obviously different. Calling to mind the mental image and checklist I had created before I began to check things off:

Dyed purple hair, shorter than my current style? Check.

Brown, artificial looking skin? Check.

Robotic eyes glowing amber? Check.

A couple of inches taller than me and muscular? Check.

Breasts their usual size? Check.

I paused and ran through the list a couple of times, but everything matched up. I could see the amusement on her face and noted that the glow of her eyes was gently pulsing, which made me think of laughter. She’d made an obvious change and I was missing it as blatantly as she missed mine.

I ran through everything and examined each point. Could I guess the change? I didn’t think it could be her skin or eyes, I clearly remembered making those changes and the thought process of making them. She could have perhaps changed their colour, but I knew her family was from India, so her skin colour seemed to make sense, although I couldn’t rule that out. I’d remembered changing her eyes to amber from their natural brown, but that didn’t confirm anything, she’d changed my hair, but still not noticed that I’d changed it again, so I could be misremembering. I didn’t think she’d change her boobs, it would technically be noticeable without stripping, but it didn’t feel like it fit the spirit of the rules and Hira was usually good about that. The most obvious choice seemed to be that she’d done the same thing as me and changed her hair. It would make sense, because her amusement was so clear watching me ponder that I could imagine her doing the same change just to tease me.

“You changed your hair colour,” I announced with false confidence, “it was a different colour before.”

“Nope,” she grinned, “nice try, but I’m not a copycat.” She stretched and twirled for me, giving me a full view of her whole body. She raised her eyebrows as if to ask “give up yet?” but I tried a couple more guesses first, each met with denial.

“Okay. I give up. What did you change?”

She smiled widely and pulled herself to her full height. “I made myself taller and more muscular,” she revealed, and did a mocking bodybuilder pose to emphasise her point. I smiled and shook my head, knowing she was teasing me again.

“Ha ha,” I sarcastically said, “but what did you really change?”

She seemed shocked. “Wow! It really is strong. I’m telling the truth. You’re normally the taller of us and I’ve never had any muscle to speak of.”

I frowned. That didn’t make sense to me. I couldn’t imagine her being shorter than me, apart from when I’d shrunk her on Thursday of course. And her muscles and strength couldn’t be fake. I remembered her taking control as she fucked me in the bathroom the night before and felt sure she’d had those muscles then. I examined her carefully. She was a couple of inches shy of six feet tall and she had clear strong muscle tone. She didn’t look like a female bodybuilder by any stretch of the imagination, but there were clear, defined muscles in her form. She was wearing a tank top and her arms were clearly on display, showing strong but not overlarge biceps and a lean musculature beneath the artificial skin. I thought about her nude form and could imagine her hard, defined abs and muscular thighs with ease.

She was lying to me. Or she’d accidently changed herself with the device and forgotten what she used to look like. That was the only explanation. Except I knew it wasn’t. I knew, logically, that she was telling the truth, but I couldn’t emotionally wrap my head around it.

“This is wild,” I admitted. I tried to imagine a more petite Hira, but it didn’t feel right. “I think maybe we should reset the awareness so we’re both aware of both changes,” I suggested. As interesting as the sensation was, it wasn’t exactly pleasant. Hira nodded and picked up the Device. She tapped a few buttons and suddenly I could see how different she looked than normal. She tapped a few more buttons and then I saw her eyes widen in shock as suddenly she became aware of my change.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, “how could I not notice this?” She looked so different. It was so strange to have to look up at her when we stood close. I reached out and touched her bicep and beneath the plasticky skin I felt the hardness of the muscle, so different than her normal (in her words) ‘noodle-arms’. At the same time she was touching my hair.

“That was so bizarre,” she said, then continued, “I actually quite like this hair style for you though, but I don’t think you’re a blonde. You should dye it!”

I rolled me eyes indulgently. “Well, I can’t say I dislike this look for you,” I said as I took a step back, “don’t get me wrong, I love your normal look, but there’s something to be said for this too.” She grinned and took off her tank top so that she was just wearing a sports bra, revealing her toned abs which looked even more prominent with her changed skin. She ran her fingers across her stomach and smiled.

“I could get used to this,” she flexed her arms at the same time, “and this feeling of strength is incredible. I kind of want to go lift some weights just to test myself out.”

“Well, there’s no reason we have to change back just yet,” I reasoned, “but shall we try the next test? We change each other, but the person being changed is unaware?”

“This is going to be even weirder,” Hira said, “but if you’re willing to go first I’m still up for it. There’s no reason for either of us to leave the room this time though and let’s allow changes that might require stripping.”

“Do you just want an excuse for being naked with that body?”

“No!” she said with mock outrage, but then smiled and continued, “I also want an excuse to get you naked.”

With a shake of my head I smiled and began to strip while Hira did the same. The increased musculature combined with her altered skin resulted in a striking appearance. I loved her normal appearance, but even so I found my eyes lingering on her toned stomach and powerful thighs with lusty thoughts orbiting my mind.

Hira noticed me staring and she grinned, taking the opportunity to pose a little. With an involuntary girly giggle I smiled and shook my head, “Okay, okay. Enough of that. Let’s get this started.”

Hira smiled and nodded, then picked up the Device. I could see her scrolling through a number of options, trying to find something she was interested in. She looked up from the Device for a moment towards me with a thoughtful frown, almost like she was inspecting a piece of unfinished art. Taking the opportunity I contorted into exaggerated fashion model-like poses and earned a chuckle for my efforts. She returned her attention to the Device, smiled and began rapidly pressing a series of buttons.

I didn’t even notice the tingles when she executed the change, which was understandable, yet still an unexpected surprise. I only realised the change had been done because Hira was looking at me expectantly. “You’ve done it?” I asked for clarity.

“I have,” she answered with an amused smile. She gestured towards the mirror, inviting me to check myself out and try to spot the change. Curious, I moved over and looked myself over in the mirror.

From my earlier experience I knew that the change wouldn’t be obvious and that even things I thought were certain could be remembered falsely or overlooked. With that thought in mind I began my examination at my head and worked my way down. I clearly remembered changing my hair myself and went off the assumption that Hira would probably not choose to change it again, so I spent more time looking at my face. It looked mostly familiar, aside from the slight changes to my lips and the lack of even a hint of facial hair. While I couldn’t be sure, I had a hunch that she’d not altered my face.

Moving down further my next obvious stop was my breasts. They didn’t seem any different; relatively small and perky, smaller than Hira’s but substantial enough to require a bra for comfort. Moving my hands up I held them gently, trying to judge if they felt bigger or smaller, but again I didn’t think Hira would do something as small as just changing the size of my breasts. She’d already made my torso hairless and my nipples more sensitive previously too, so again I didn’t think she’d make another small change to my chest.

My stomach didn’t look any different, but I twisted to see it in profile to see that revealed any changes. I didn’t notice anything out of place; I didn’t carry much weight around my middle but neither did I have much muscle, just a solid unremarkable core. The little discoloured mark on my skin was still present and as I touched it Hira smiled in recollection of what it represented.

I didn’t spend much time examining my crotch. I knew that the pussy nestled there was the result of earlier changes and I didn’t think Hira would change it further. I spent more time examining my bottom, trying to work out if she had made it larger, but her amused laughs as I twisted to take a look at it made me think I was on the wrong track.

My legs and feet didn’t appear any different, but I wasn’t sure I’d notice too easily even if they had changed. I considered that my skin may have changed, but again it seemed like regular flesh and I had memories of burning in the sun due to my pale skin, so didn’t think it likely that had changed.

“Can I get a hint?” I asked eventually, partially to allow Hira to speak as she was desperately holding back laughter and seemed eager to gloat.

“I changed something about your chest,” she said with what I could only describe as a guffaw.

I touched my breasts again and gently squeezed and prodded them while staring at my reflection. I wondered if perhaps it would be possible to feel differences that I couldn’t see, but it all seemed normal. “Did you make my boobs smaller?” I asked, wondering if I was forgetting being more busty usually. She shook her head and snorted in amusement. “Larger then?”

“Kind of,” she replied, then burst out laughing, “I mean, since you didn’t have boobs ten minutes ago, I’d say that they’re certainly larger.”

I frowned. Didn’t have them ten minutes ago?

“Wait,” I said, confusion writ large on my face, “I didn’t have them? You gave me boobs?”

“Yep,” she confirmed and she grabbed her own, mimicking my own pose, “But you certainly seem to enjoy holding them so you’re welcome.”

I released my breasts and turned to look at myself in them mirror again. It was true that the boobs did look slightly out of place on my otherwise masculine torso, but they felt entirely natural and I actually felt a slight pang of loss at the thought that they weren’t real. I reasoned that she was probably just exaggerating and that normally they were just very, very small.

“I had no idea,” I admitted, “And that was extremely weird. I know we said we’d both take a turn, but if you want to back out now we can reverse these changes and pick up another time.”

“No way! I know it’s going to be weird, but I’m not backing down now,” Hira insisted. She handed me the Device and sat herself on the bed, giving me a look that screamed ‘do your worst’. I gave her a look, asking silently if she was sure and her resolution didn’t waver. With a shrug I looked down at the Device.

I knew I wanted to make a dramatic change, something impossible and obvious. I wanted to push the limits of the awareness setting. I was able to dismiss a number of the suggested changes quickly before seeing one that I had used before. I opened it up and considered the numerous options I was presented with.

Hira shifted on the bed, announcing her growing impatience. I glanced up and smiled, beginning to tap the buttons to prepare the change. I was sure to alter the awareness to make it so only I would notice the change. With a quick double check I executed the change.

She didn’t even react as the change occurred. She simply kept her eyes on me and gave a fake yawn, acting if she was bored waiting for me. I grinned in response, “You don’t notice the tingling when you don’t have awareness, but I’ve already completed the change.”

Her head tilted with slight confusion, clearly caught off guard by the lack of the regular sensation. She looked down at herself briefly, but quickly she got to her feet and moved over to take a spot in front of the mirror.

It was amusing to see her inspect herself in minute detail, checking her hair, her teeth, her tongue and watching her try to measure every part of herself. She would find no changes to any of those features. I’d not taken anything from her, or changed the size, shape or colour of anything. I’d simply added something. Well a pair of things.

Hira was a nearly six foot tall, muscular woman with artificial appearing skin and a small penis. She also now had four arms instead of just two. The second pair grew just below the first and were offset very slightly to the back. They had the same strong muscle tone and seemed mostly identical. Due to the positioning, it seemed each set didn’t have a full range of motion, but combined they overcame this limitation.

Her upper arms were examining her chest while her lower arms had reached down to pinch and squeeze her butt. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, and she gave me a suspicious look, but moved her arms away from examining herself and instead she twirled in the mirror to try and get an idea of what I’d done.

“Give up?”

“No!” she said quickly with a pout, “I gave you a hint, you’ve got to give me one.”

“It might make it too easy, but okay.” I thought for a moment of what I could say that wouldn’t just be giving her the answer. “How about this; try counting your fingers and see if anything seems odd.”

She frowned, but dutifully began to count from 1 to 10, then from 11 to 20 on her second set of hands. After counting to 20, she thought for a moment, then I watched her silently repeat the process and few more times, each time getting no less confused. Eventually she looked at me and shrugged, defeated.

“How many arms do I have?”

“Two,” she replied with a confused frown.

“And how many do you have?”

“Four,” she replied as quickly. I raised my eyebrows and smiled, but she just continued to frown.

“How many arms do most people have?” I continued, trying to see if she could discover the answer on her own. She appeared frustrated, but she answered anyway.

“Two. What’s you’re point?”

“So don’t you think it’s strange you have four?”

“No? Why would that be strange? I’ve always had four,” she said immediately, before some realisation started to dawn on her face. “Wait. Have I not?”

“Nope, just two like everyone else,” I revealed.

“Oh my god. You said it was weird but I didn’t…” she looked down at her arms for a moment, “Does no one else have four arms?”

“Not that I’m aware of. This is a pretty much impossible change. I wanted to see if the awareness would still work.”

“I can confirm it does,” she said. “This feels totally normal. I can’t even imagine how I could get through a normal day with just two arms,” her eyes widened and she looked at me apologetically, “no offence.”

I giggled and shook my head, “It’s not offensive babe. You’re really a two-armer too!” She frowned at that, then nodded in reluctant acceptance.

After a few moments of reflection, she turned back to the mirror and began to pose again, this time paying extra attention to her arms. I could tell she was trying to imagine herself without the extra arms, but having a hard time.

Deciding we’d experimented enough, I returned my attention to the Device and restored full awareness to both of us. As soon as I clicked the button I became intensely aware of my new breasts. Their weight on my chest was unfamiliar and the sensation of the slight chill in the air brought my full attention to the hard, larger than normal nipples. At the same time, I saw Hira pause in shock, before experimentally moving all four of her arms in circles.

“For some reason these feel really big now, even though they didn’t before,” I commented as I cupped on of my boobs gently. Even the action of touching them no longer felt natural.

“Well before you thought they were normal, but now that you know they weren’t there before they’re going to feel big because they’re unfamiliar. I don’t know exactly what size they’ll be, but maybe like a small b-cup,” Hira explained. She flexed her lower arms, “I can still use these pretty well. Why is that?”

“There was an option for that; it asked if to give you knowledge of how to use them naturally,” I replied, “I hope that’s okay?” Hira nodded and continued to experiment with her arms. She was picking things up and swapping them between her hand and showing an impressive level of co-ordination between the limbs.

“Shall we undo this all?” I asked after a short time, in which I had been enjoying exploring the feeling of actual breasts upon my chest. I would have been okay keeping my changes, but Hira’s were pretty dramatic so I thought she might want to revert to normal.

Hira didn’t answer immediately, and I was worried she’d left it so long that the mental block would prevent her answering. Before I could ask again she replied, “Wouldn’t that be a bit of a waste? I think it could be fun to keep these for a little longer. Maybe even until the end of tomorrow like the other changes?”

I was mildly surprised by her suggestion, but I had no objections. “Yeah, of course, that’s fine with me.” I moved over to the desk and put the Device down. “And luckily for you, I selected the option for your clothes to adapt to your changed form.”

Hira grinned and moved over to the dresser by our bed, “And luckily for you, I did the same.” My eyes widened as she helped up a small, frilly bra that I could immediately tell was too small for her. She held it up in front of her and with a laugh approached me with a predatory grin. I began to run, but heard her right behind me.

***

“Surely its not that bad,” Hira commented with an amused smirk, “a lot of people put up with wearing one most days.” I shifted and tried again to adjust my bra into a more comfortable position, although only managed to make it more awkward.

“It’s just so different,” my altered voice made me sound like a pouting teenage girl as I complained, “I can’t get used to being pinched and squeezed in so many places by one piece of clothing.” With a twist of my torso I tried to get a view of the side where the soft material hugged against the skin below my arm and adjusted it slightly. Hira had picked out a silky, sky blue bra with a frilly, floral pattern across the cups. Despite the discomfort, which I was only partially exaggerating, I had to admit I liked how it looked. After a few more adjustments I was more happy with it and involuntarily smiled at my reflection. Hira noticed before I could hide it and I saw a malicious surge of brightness in her glowing eyes.

I sighed and turned to her. “I admit that’s it not all bad. It is pretty cute I guess,” I reluctantly admitted. She smiled wider at that and one of her lower arms reached to grab something from the nearby dresser.

“I’m glad you think so. Now time to complete the ensemble.” My eyes widened at what she held up in front of me: a pair of matching panties.

“Oh no! I can’t wear those,” I took a step back and felt my still bare bottom dress against the cool mirror.

Hira moved closer to me and the difference in our heights became more pronounced as I felt myself crouching lower. She held the panties in her upper hands and her lower arms grabbed me by the waist. “Oh but you can,” she was wearing an evil grin (and nothing else), but I could see the playfulness in her expression. “And if you’re well behaved and put them on I’m sure there might be a reward in it for you later.” I looked down and saw her dick starting to get hard and her hands tightened their grip and pulled me closer to her.

The submission and mild humiliation of the situation was getting me excited. My face reddened and I found myself nodding and holding out my hands to take the pretty blue panties. Hira’s grin widened and she handed them over.

For a few moments I just held them in my hand, wondering why it was such a big deal for me to put them on. I’d had pussy for nearly a week already, but for some reason the idea of wearing feminine underwear was especially humiliating. I closed my eyes and took a breath. The feeling of the soft fabric against my skin was pleasant as I pulled them up my legs and as I let them snap softly against my hips I had to admit it was nice to wear underwear the felt like it was designed for my current shape.

I kept my eyes closed for a few more moments and felt the heat in my cheeks as they burned in embarrassment. I heard Hira moving slowly nearby and imagined her looking me over and giggling at the sight. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and then opened my eyes to look at myself in the mirror.

The first thing I noticed was Hira standing behind me with a look of genuine admiration on her face, but I quickly shifted my gaze to myself. I gasped quietly at the sight. A woman looked back at me. Her torso was perhaps a little more rectangular than average, her shoulders a bit wide and her hips a bit narrow. Her face wasn’t the image of femininity, and she had an awkward and self-conscious way of standing. But it was definitely a woman.

And I liked seeing myself that way.

“Oh fuck,” I said quietly.

***

There was a chill in the air, but the sky was clear and it seemed mild. I’d decided against wearing a jacket, although upon Connor’s repeated insistence I agreed to bring one in case it got colder. He’d quickly guessed that I just wanted to wear a t-shirt to show of my four, beautiful, muscular arms.

We had gone out for a walk, both for a bit of exercise but also to continue our test of the awareness settings. While Connor did look very different from normal, he still looked like a normal person. I on the other hand looked like a four-armed robot-woman and I had a hard time believing people could take that in their stride. And yet, as we walked down the street, people didn’t seem to be alarmed by my appearance in the slightest. One of our neighbours had even greeted me by name and casually chatted to us about how annoying it was that bins hadn’t been collected the previous weeks, all the while acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

I was enjoying myself, but I had been worried about Connor. After I ‘forced’ him to put on the bra and panties, he’d been very quiet and I thought he was upset. I apologised, but he’d brushed it off and said everything was fine. I’d suggested that we don’t bother with the walk, but he’d just smiled and said he still wanted to. He was still being a bit quiet as we walked, but insisted he was fine, but thinking about something.

We’d decided to walk to a restaurant not far from Connor’s workplace in the Quays, a pleasant walk that took about twenty minutes. Connor was wearing a pair of jeans, a nice jumper and a slightly oversized hoody. I’d opted for a one of my Device-altered t-shirts, a pair of jeans and I was carrying a denim jacket. Despite the chill I felt comfortable, and wondered if perhaps my changed skin was having an effect on how I felt temperature.

By the time we reached the restaurant Connor seemed to have perked up slightly and we were animatedly discussing our plans to go on a short holiday to Scotland later in the year. Our conversation paused briefly while we asked for a table for two and were lead to a table near the back of the restaurant.

By the time we were finished it was well into the evening. Connor suggested taking a walk around the Quays before taking a taxi home and I eagerly accepted. Much to my annoyance, the temperature had dropped enough to force even me to wear my jacket.

As we found ourselves crossing a bridge we decided to stop and admire the lights of the buildings reflecting in the still waters below us. I felt Connor push himself against me gently and I wrapped both of my right arms around him, around his shoulders and waist and pulled him against me. We stood like that for a few moments before I felt him shift and look up at me. Seeing him looking up at me felt so strange, I was used to him being taller, but it was nice. I leant down and we shared a kiss.

“I love you babe,” he said softly as he leaned into my chest. All of my arms wrapped him in a tight hug.

“I love you too.”

***

We paid the taxi driver as he dropped us off outside our house and hurried inside, eager to get back to the privacy of our bedroom. Hira unlocked the door and turned off the alarm while I wandered in behind her and started to remove my shoes. I heard the door slam shut as began to take off my hoody, quickly followed by the jumper. With some effort, twisting and a couple of curses I eventually managed to remove the bra too. “I know it was only a few hours, but that feels so good,” I sighed in relief as the bra fell to the floor of our hallway.

Hira chuckled and gave me an admiring look. With a sly grin she gestured upstairs and began to strip herself off in kind. We were quickly in the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing and underwear from the hallway, up the stairs and into the room itself. I was in just blue panties, while Hira was removing her own underwear. My fingers reached up the waistband of my underwear to remove them, but one of Hira’s hand grabbed my wrist and she shook her head softly. “Why?”

“Because they’re mine to remove,” she said and I felt a surge of arousal from the predatory look in her eyes. With an insistent push, Hira moved me to the bed. She was now fully nude and looked incredible in the low light of our room, lit only by the light of streetlamp that snuck through our closed blinds. She was fully erect already and combined with her muscular form it was almost intimidating. The glow of her eyes intensified as she surveyed my form spread across the bedsheets and I heard her almost growl in arousal.

Before I could really prepare myself, she was on top of me. Her upper arms held my own arms above my head and pinned down. I felt helpless against her strength and I was embarrassed to realise that the helplessness was only making me more aroused.

Her lower arms began to roam across my torso, paying extra attention to my new tits. I gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as she pinched one of my nipples. I frowned at her, but I couldn’t tell if she noticed before she was kissing me passionately. I was reminded extra sensitivity of my lips and began to moan through the kiss, especially when her lower hand continued their explorations, but now approaching my still covered crotch.

With her upper arms still pinning my own arms above my head, she used her left hand to return attention to my boobs while her right hand began to tease my clit through the fabric of the panties. She broke off the kiss and I felt myself involuntarily pouting and moaning in desperation. I pushed my hips up against her hand and she rewarded me by increasing the intensity of her ministrations.

My breathing was erratic and interrupted constantly by moans and gasps. “Please,” I begged. Hira looked at me with feigned ignorance, pretending not to know what I wanted. “Please babe. Please.”

“Please what?” she asked teasingly as she gently pinched a nipple again, eliciting a particularly sharp moan.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

She didn’t answer with words. She shifted and for a brief moment my arms were free, but it was only temporary as she was just using her lower arms to lift my legs while her upper arms slipped my underwear down my legs in a smooth motion. The feeling of being so easily moved to her will stunned me into inaction and before I could recover my arms were pinned again, this time out to the sides. Her legs hooked over my own and pushed them apart. My breath was already coming in short bursts, but I then felt her lower arms reach up and wrap gently around my throat. There was no additional pressure, but my arousal immediately reached a new height.

“Ooh fuck…” I moaned.

She nodded and grinned. “I plan to.”

I was so wet that her cock slipped in without resistance and I almost screamed out as I felt my pleasure reach a new peak. I began panting and muttering gibberish as she began to roughly thrust. Her hands around my neck increased the pressure just slightly and it became harder to catch my breath. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” I began to chant when I could catch enough breath to.

Hira’s thrusting ramped up in speed and force and words failed me completely. I could only gasp out as all the muscles in my body seemed to tense up and shake. Her hands tightened their grip around my throat just a little more, on the very edge of being too much but not quite going over.

A final burst of intense, concentrated thrusting accompanied a final increase in pressure against my throat. Pain and discomfort accompanied the few choked breaths of air I could fight for. At the same time, I felt a final thrust into me. Hira’s dick spasmed and a warmth spread inside me.

My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned as my mind seemed to completely shut down. My entire body seemed to be shaking and clenching. I hadn’t even realised that Hira had released my throat until I sucked in a large breath of air and began to cough at the unexpected ease with which is came. I could feel Hira moving nearby, but I felt completely detached from my surroundings. I was focused entirely inwards and on the sensations that were radiating from my crotch out the rest of my body.

I’d been completely used and dominated.

And I’d fucking loved it.