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It was a simple plan; break in, grab whatever seemed worth it, then scram before the police arrived.
Though you had disabled the homeowners surveillance system, you remained wary as you slipped in through the backdoor, hearing tales from fellow robbers about trigger happy residents and sometimes even homemade traps setup by the paranoid.
With rucksack in hand, you slowly go deeper into the house, coming out into a lit kitchen with ingredients in the midst of defrosting and utensils all laid out on the table, as if there was someone at home getting ready to make dinner. But last you checked, the man who owned this place lived alone. Maybe a maid or something?
Once your eyes drifted over the set of accessories laid out before a lustrous apron and thong, something inside your brain clicked, compelling you to strip out of your stuffy clothes and put the apron on, feeling much better when the cool air of the house wafts over your exposed body.
Tying the straps together, you set to work on the ingredients, peeling potatoes and cutting tomatoes with a practiced hand as your body loses muscle mass, gaining curves and fat in all the right places as you go up a few inches in height thanks to your lengthier legs, feeling the tickle of your fringe as maroon locks of hair begin to cloud your vision, stimulating your curvy back as you feel it tumble down.
Moving back over to the accessories laid out on the table, you pick up the scrunchy, bundling your long silky mane together into a neat ponytail while leaving just enough to frame your alluring face, manicured fingers gently picking up the matching set of heart shaped earrings before clasping them around your soft earlobes. Although you still felt like something was missing…weren’t you here to-
Ah yes, the thong! Slipping off the boxers that had remained around your tight waist, you slip the elastic fabric around your handlebar hips, smiling to yourself as you feel the thing tighten around your groin, crushing what little remained of your manhood into a dripping wet slit as the back rides up into your perky ass. A warm blush on your cheeks as you readjust the top to make space for your lovely D cup tits, adoring the way your erect nipples form tents in the cloth. Husband always did love it when you had those perky melons on display and ready for a good groping.
At the back of your mind, what little remained of your original self struggled to fight back against the new persona growing within, but it was a futile effort made worse with each subtle brush of the apron against your sensitive new body, running a hand over your toned belly as you felt the kick of a freshly formed womb. Soon, your knowledge of lockpicking and stealth are replaced with the necessary information any woman would need to know when it came to pleasuring their studs.
Bobbing back over with a pep in your step to prepare for tonight’s dinner with your dear husband, you turn on the stove while humming a cheerful tune, the discarded men’s clothes and rucksack long forgotten as you slice up vegetables with a practiced hand. Until the front door slid open with a soft thud.
As the young man in a business suit steps into the kitchen, you cock your head adorably to the side, warmth building up inside you as you glance over his familiar features. Poor thing must be so tired after a day of hard work. Thankfully, he had you to help him relieve all that pent up stress.
おかえりなさいませダーリン!
Greeting your husband in perfect Japanese with a serene smile, you try not to drop the ladle in your hand as the breadwinner of the household runs his hand over your firm butt, giving it a good squeeze as you sigh erotically into his lips, giving him your best ‘fuck-me-hard’ look as you lean in to his advances, returning his kiss with bliss.
You had come here with the intent to rob this man of his riches, but now? Now you only had servitude in your mind and an eagerness to bear a child with your lovely hunk, a goal that you had confidence in considering how much your husband loved to fill you up with his seed. The memory of being unable to walk without your knees trembling after a particularly brutal round of lovemaking only serving to excite you further with a thin trail of fluids leaking down your thighs as you flick the stove off before whispering seductively into your man’s ears…
さあ、ダーリン、セックスをしよう~
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been down with a bad case of stomach flu over the past 2 days, so progress has been slow, hope to get the next Otherside installment out by friday though.
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