“Playing your porn game again?” said Kristy without looking up from her phone. On the TV two *ahem* generously endowed, mostly naked women were slapping the shit out of each other.

“Shut up bitch,” said Noel, sitting cross-legged on the couch and mashing on his controller. “It isn’t porn. It’s a fighting game, and you’re messing with my focus.”

“If it isn’t porn, then why do her massive boobs jiggle like that every time she throws a punch?”

Noel was about to protest, but just as he began to open his mouth, the match ended with his opponent ripping his character in half and tearing off her clothes, followed by parading around her now bare upper-half on the victory screen.

“Can’t believe I live with such a fucking weirdo. Anyway, you owe me rent at the end of the week. Don’t forget,” Kristy said, shaking her head and heading to her room, the door closing and locking behind her with a swift definitive click.

Noel turned off his system and simmered silently on the sofa. God, what a stupid bitch! He was about to win! Living with Kristy objectively sucked. When they first connected through a roommate finder app months ago, it seemed like a good match. Young, broke, and living in the city, they both needed someone to split rent with to keep a roof over their heads. But now, after several months, it had become clear to Noel that her attitude was insufferable.

Still, there was one redeeming feature to her - her ass. Despite her awful personality, what drew Noel to her in the first place was her looks. That supple ass, her bouncy little tits, and her smoky eyes got him going. One part of Noel wanted to scream at her, but another, hornier part wanted to pin her down. As much as he wanted to though, he couldn’t work up the courage - honestly, Kristy was so hot and at the same time so downright cold that it was intimidating.

He sighed. Well, that loss took the piss out of him, so he needed to find something else. Flipping through the e-shop on his console, he found a new game to buy that looked interesting.

“Celeste,” read the title. Wait, wasn’t this the game everyone had been ranting and raving about recently? Yeah, it was, he thought, as he clicked the button to download it. Well, deserves a try, at least, he thought, and it could take his mind off of needing to cough up money to Kristy.

It seemed like a fine enough game to start. Noel liked his games hard, and it delivered in that respect, killing him in the first few screens a few times. The pixel art was nice, and the music was kind of bumping. Okay, maybe his kind of game. Some girl was climbing a mountain - she wasn’t hot, not exactly a Lara Croft type, so that was a minus, but whatever - and that’s about all the game gave him in terms of plot. Short and sweet - he liked that. Not having to think too much, that is. After about an hour of playing, he had finished the first real level, the Forsaken City, and set the controller down, shaking out the pain in his fingers. Ow, that shit was tough! But good, he thought.  He wasn’t looking down at his hands too closely, but if he had been, he would have noticed that his wrists had narrowed by just a hair, and that his nails had grown juuuust slightly longer.

Kristy, meanwhile, flopped over on the bed in her room. Living with a loser like Noel was far from ideal for her, but at least he paid rent. She flipped through her phone trying to find someone to text. There was Stacey, who had cut Kristy off after she had leaked one too many salacious rumors about her, and Jenna, who stopped talking to Kristy after Kristy had said she hated her boyfriend. Zoe, Daryl, Alyssa . . . nobody. Since graduation, one by one her college friends had slowly distanced themselves from her over various spats and disputes, leaving her where she was now - alone. And living with a loser like Noel.

She groaned and sat up, considering herself in the mirror. Despite that, at least she was still hot. They were just jealous of her, that’s what the problem was. They just hated that she had a fat ass and was hot as fuck. “Damn, I look good,” she whispered lightly to herself in the mirror. Yet, even as she whispered it, she felt her confidence flagging. Did she really look good? There was something about her arms that looked really . . . hairy, now? Hadn’t she shaved them yesterday?

After a brief break Noel decided to get back to more Celeste. It was getting late now, but he had found something damn *good* and he just had to play it. The second level was harder than the first, and Noel found himself raging as the main character, Madeline, found herself chased by dark shadow versions of herself. Every time he died, though he couldn’t tell, one of his leg hairs just disappeared. Deeper and deeper into the old site, Noel began to think about the main character’s plight. Sometimes he too felt chased by the dark parts in him, even if he wouldn’t have said it that way. By the time he powered through to the finish, it was nearly midnight and his legs had thinned considerably and smoothed out almost entirely. Without realizing what he was doing, he was anxiously rubbing them between levels, feeling the smoothness and using it to calm himself down from his rage. The smoothness was comforting, and nice.

Coming out of her room only to make dinner, Kristy tried her best to ignore her roommate’s frustrated grunts as he died over and over again in another stupid game, she was sure. She stuck some old pizza in the microwave, never having been good at cooking. Despite herself, as the pizza turned, she found herself slipping sly, probing glances over at her roommate. He was so simple, and she felt a small pang of jealousy over the fact that he at least had his games to keep him company, although she wouldn’t have said it that way. Every time she glanced at him her legs bulked up just the slightest bit, only a little bit at first. But then, after a few sly glances, large and wiry leg hairs began sprouting from what had been her regularly shaved lookers. Suddenly, while eating her shitty pizza, she got an urge to sit down with him, like they were friends and could chat. But she quickly suppressed that, returned to her room and wrapped herself up in her blankets, trying to fall asleep with little success.

The next morning, Noel, not having to work until the afternoon shift, hit the sticks again. This time the level was an huge, shifting hotel occupied by a ghost who was desperate for company. Kristy only weakly muttered “bye” to him that morning on her way to work, though that was still more than usual. He wanted her to stay, for some stupid reason, though he didn’t say. He reassured himself that it was because he wanted to admire her ass for another moment, but truthfully, it was something deeper than that. As Noel played, his rage built, but also his feeling of loneliness. With every death, his butt and hips began to reshape, fat moving from elsewhere in his body and giving him a soft and bouncy set of cheeks that wasn’t there before by the time he finished the level. Why did he spend so much time playing those stupid online games, he wondered? They just make him angry, and maybe it would better for him if he could just chill out more . . . he zoned out while thinking this and rubbings his legs, which brought a calm and peace over him he hadn’t felt in a long time. His body felt *good* just to touch, and without realizing it, stroking his own legs had caused him to develop a little chub.

At work, Kristy tried to power through her residual shitty mood from yesterday, to mixed success. At the small boutique soap store she worked at, she tried to avoid interacting with her coworkers too much - they didn’t like her and she didn’t like them. Today, however, it felt inexplicably good just to give them a light hello, and seeing then made her . . . happy? Not the exact word, but less alone, which was certainly a different emotion from her usual pissiness. Every time a customer approached Kristy with a question, as she talked to them, her butt - her pride and joy - and her hips began reshaping. Her thin, wispy hips gained some more heft and dimension, flattening out into a straighter, sturdier, more supportive shape as her butt drained down into a tighter, firmer, but no less hot package. Normally she was annoyed whenever customers deigned upon her, but today, she felt a small joy in helping them where contempt had only been before. Kristy’s coworkers didn’t notice the ways her arms, legs, and behind had changed, but they did notice that she seemed nicer, and said so as she neared the end of her shift. It felt good to hear them happy for her! Somehow, Kristy felt sturdier, more able to stand on her own two feet.

After going to his dead-end grocery store job and coming back, Noel, at dinner time, elected to play more Celeste instead of worrying about food. As he settled down on the couch for more gaming Kristy emerged from her bedroom, a rare occurrence, and found herself sitting in a chair scrolling idly through twitter while listening to Noel play.

“You don’t seem as angry today,” she observed.

“Hm?” Noel said. “Really? I guess so, yeah. This game is really tough but also kind of relaxing, somehow.”

He turned back to his game and continued with the level. Kristy shot him covert glances as he played, admiring the smoothness of his legs and finding herself strangely drawn to them, wanting to touch them, just to feel, ya know? When she realized what she was thinking though, her face grew hot and she was ashamed. She wanted to do *what now* to her gross roommate? Despite the flood of shame, she couldn’t get the thought out of her head, so she slipped into the kitchen and found some pasta to cook up to distract herself. Normally even boiling some pasta felt like a fucking chore, but today Kristy found it oddly pleasing to feel the steam rise from the pot and smell the delicious tomato sauce that she decided to heat up in a pan. As she stirred the pasta her hair began to change. Normally, Kristy had long blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. But while she ate the pasta her hair began to pull into her head and retract, growing darker and darker still until, by the end of her meal, she had only a mop of dark black hair on top of her head.

She noticed she had about half the pasta and sauce still left, and a thought occurred to her that would never normally occur to Kristy. Maybe, since Noel hadn’t eaten, he would like the pasta? Overcome by the strange thought, she fixed him a plate and carried it into the living room.

As Kristy cooked, Noel was busy at work on the next level, a trek up the snow-covered crags of the mountain that Madeline, the main character of the game, was climbing. Why was Madeline climbing it? It was a self-imposed challenge, she told her friend Theo, who sometimes appeared during her climb. She wanted to prove something - to herself. This strange thought resonated with Noel, who found himself, despite the increased difficulty, raging less and less. Sure, the game still made him frustrated at its difficulty, but increasingly that frustration congealed into not rage, but rather, determination. Determination to keep going, to get better. This thought helped Noel literally get better - that is, hotter - as the tiny brown hairs on his head began to grow and grow, flowing out eventually into a mid-back length set of flowing and beautiful brown locks.

Midway through the level, his concentration was broken when Kristy entered the room.” Hey, I made some extra pasta. Want some?” she said, handing the plate to him.

“Aww. Yeah, I would. Thanks,” he said, taking the plate and pausing the game to eat on the couch.

Kristy, not daring express how much she wanted to share the couch with Noel, tucked herself back into her chair in the far corner of the room, but that couldn’t save her from her urges, back and far stronger than before. Noel’s hair was so long and beautiful, and Kristy felt a tender longing to touch it, to smell it even, to hold Noel in her strong arms and . . . ! What was she thinking! Aah!

“You okay?” asked Noel as she blushed.

“Yeah, sorry, just might be allergic to something from work,” she coughed out.

Noel could tell that was a lie, but didn’t press her on it. Instead, as she buried herself in her phone, he found himself admiring his roommate, but in a new way. Before he would have fixated on her ass, but now, he liked looking at her hair, with its smooth, clean, and elegant cut framing her face, and her arms, which looked strong but soft, enough to hold Noel tight. As he ate his pasta, Noel found himself fantasizing about Kristy holding him and kissing him softly, whispering, “good girl.”

Good girl? What? That was a strange intrusive thought, Noel realized. He was a man. A man, right? Something about stating that to himself felt weird and alarming, but he couldn’t deny how turned on thinking about the concept made him. Despite his reservations and fear, he couldn’t help but think about it more. And this time it was Kristy’s turn to notice.

“Stop staring at me,” she said, peaking out from behind her phone, still blushing. “It’s weird.”

“Oh, sorry,” said Noel. “My bad.”

“Are you gonna call me a bitch?” Kristy said.

“What?”

“A bitch. You always call me a bitch at times like this.”

“Do I?” said Noel, scratching the hair behind his ears. “It’s reasonable not to want to be stared at. It’s okay. My bad.” He finished his food and unpaused his game, but couldn’t focus with thoughts or Kristy filling up his mind. So, after another minute, he unpaused and shuffled over on the couch. “Do you wanna join me?” he said, patting the spot on the couch beside him lightly.

Kristy wondered why he was being so nice to her, but decided not to question it. “Sure,” she said, joining him there and feeling her body fill up with a strange and powerful heat just from being next to him.

“So um, what’s this like, game about,” she said as casually as she could, feigning calmness and detachment.

“A mountain climber,” Noel said. “She’s trying to challenge herself to reach the top of the mountain, just because she can. That’s her friend Theo,” Noel said, reaching the end of the level.

“Cool,” Kristy said, enjoying even just the sound of his voice.

A level-ending cutscene began to play out before them. Theo and Madeline were stuck in a car on a zipline up the mountain when Madeline’s dark spirit reappeared to harass them, causing Madeline to panic. Theo knelt down and tried to help her, asking her to envision a golden feather and breathe in and out to try to keep it floating. A golden feather appeared on the screen and Noel and Kristy, speechless, watched as Noel tried to keep it afloat. With every rise of the feather, Noel felt a strange pushing sensation on his chest, and an exciting warmness as something began to blossom there: breasts. Little nubs of Noel’s budding breasts began to push out from beneath his nipples, and he felt excited and good, like his body was improving, ever improving.

Meanwhile, Kristy felt her own breasts begin to smooth and donate fat elsewhere on her body, but despite her former pride, it actually felt good to feel her chest flatten out and her muscles gain definition. It felt strong, manly, and - manly? Is that something Kristy wanted? Only yesterday the idea would’ve felt bizarre and gross, like an insult hurled by a bitchy ex-friend, but now Kristy felt a weird pride about it. No, that can’t be it, she thought. But still . . .

As Noel lifted and dropped the feather, Madeline began to calm and the music and screen began to relax as well. Eventually, with the two roommates blossoming each into someone different, and better, the level ended, and Noel shut down the system, leaving just silence in the room.

“Wow,” said Kristy. “That was intense,” she continued, sneaking peaks at the obvious breasts poking out from beneath Noel’s t-shirt. They were big, at least D-cups, and Kristy felt an urge to cup them in her hands.

“Yeah,” said Noel, fixating on the flatness of Kristy’s chest and how much he wanted to just rest his head on it. “This game is amazing. I love the main character. She’s so cool.”

“I like Theo,” said Kristy. “So calm and collected.”

“They should date,” said Noel.

“Yeah,” Kristy replied, and then they both sat there in the pregnant pause, unsure or themselves and who they were, as well as who their roommate was becoming, but knowing that despite all the uncertainty, they both longed for each other, and despite that, were both unable to say so aloud.

“Well, bedtime for me,” said Noel, rescuing them from the awkwardness. “Goodnight.”

He stood up and stretched, and that was when Kristy got to see his *beautiful* ass, which she wanted so badly to pinch. She also enjoyed watched his boobs as he stretched, and they way they bounced in place as he completed his stretch.

“Yeah, goodnight,” Kristy said, retracting to her room as well. The two of them slept uneasily, sweatily, and with many lustful dreams.

The next morning, it was Noel’s turn to work early and Kristy’s to work late. Truthfully, the grocery store was no better than usual that day, but despite, Noel just felt better than usual. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe the game. He was excited to get back home and play more Celeste, and excited, he had to admit, to see Kristy. It was just nice being around her, you know? Her hair . . . the way she smelled . . . her rock hard abs . . . classic things for a guy to like about a girl.

“You got to get them titties under control, girl,” said a customer, breaking him out of his Kristy-inspired reverie. “They’re all over the place.”

Noel blushed and raised his arms to cover his breasts. “Sorry,” he said, as the woman walked away with her groceries. Then, once he overcame his shame, he realized she had called him “girl,” and a wave of euphoria hit him. Did people see him as a girl?

But he quickly stuffed the feeling down. No, no, no! That’s wrong, wrong, wrong. He was a guy. A man’s man. But he did probably need to start wearing a bra for his tits, at least.

Back at home, Noel ran into Kristy in the stairwell as she was on her way out to work.

“Have a good day at work,” said Noel, passing her.

“Thanks! Enjoy your game,” said Kristy.

“Love you,” Noel slipped out faintly, casually, and automatically, as if he was saying it to a family member or partner, then immediately slapped his hand over his goddamned mouth.

“What?” Kristy said, at the bottom of the stairs, not having heard what Noel said.

“Nothing!! Sorry!! Have a nice day!!” Noel said, rushing to open the door their apartment and lock himself inside.

His heart was racing. What the fuck was that!? He was able to calm himself down though with the thought that she hadn’t heard. Despite that, he was still worried, but he decided to stuff it down once more. Boy, he was good at repressing things.

Back to Celeste. Noel booted up the game and began what would be by far the hardest level yet, The Mirror Temple. Madeline found herself lost inside a huge and labyrinthine dark temple, and on top of that, Theo disappeared into a mirror, leaving her completely alone with her thoughts. It was a scary and grueling level, leaving Noel in his thoughts. What did he want between him and Kristy? That answer to that, if he believed his feelings, was at least somewhat obvious. But there was a darker thought troubling him - who is he? Before he started playing this game, he was a habitual ragequitter and, by many accounts, a man-child. But now, all these strange feelings were boiling in his chest, reaching a temperature nearly too hot to handle. He was a boy, right? Or was he something else? The thought terrified him, but at the same time, it also felt exciting and dark, like a forbidden fruit. You couldn’t just choose to not be a boy, right? You get what you’re born with, and that’s that. Or is it?

As these hard thoughts swirled around in his head, Noel felt more amazing changes come over his body. His shoulders slimmed down and his waist cinched in. His hips widened even further, becoming a source of pride, and his thighs thickened. He was becoming hot, and it felt fucking good. His face began to contort and change, his stubble disappearing, nose shrinking, and lips shrinking just ever so slightly. He also shrunk overall, losing a fee inches of height, and, to top it off, his brown locks slowly turned a deep, deep dyed purple. By the account of any outside observer, Noel looked like a woman now - and a sexy one, at that.

Meanwhile, at work, Kristy couldn’t stop thinking about Noel, and about what she wanted to do to him. She was friendlier with her coworkers, finding herself in full-blown conversations with them. They had the most interesting lives, actually, and Kristy had never realized before because she was too wrapped up in her own misery. Yeah, she thought, her own misery. That’s really what it all was, right? Loathsome and evil unhappiness, possessing her like a spirit. But now, with her broad chest and firm legs, she felt way more calm and a lot more confident. Maybe . . . maybe life wasn’t so bad, after all. It felt good to not be alone.

The more she talked, the more and more she changed. Her face shifted, with her jaw becoming rock-hard and square, her eyebrows growing bushier, her nose growing, and a thin layer of stubble appearing over her lower face. Realizing what was happening after looking in a hand mirror by the front desk, Kristy felt a sense of pride seeing her beard grow in. It looked hot! Like, hot on him! Er - what? She meant hot on her, right?

To make matters worse, the next customer that she rang up said “Thank you, sir,” and that sent her into a tizzy. Sir felt so, so good. It felt *right*, like what she should be called. But she wasn’t a sir, right? She was the queen bitch of her high school and was known for her oral skills, but . . . honestly? Thinking back on all that, it felt so hollow. The whole time, she was alone, and miserable, and lashing out at others because she hated herself. She could see that now. As these thoughts occupied her head, her changes accelerated, with her waist widening and chest sprouting some proud little hairs. An Adam's apple poked out from her neck, something she felt genuinely excited about! Genuine excitement was a strange feeling to her, but maybe from now on it wouldn’t have to feel so strange, she thought. She’d be excited every day if she could just allow herself to be a . . . no. Try as she may, she couldn’t give into herself, not just yet.

When Kristy returned home, she saw Noel sitting on the couch, sobbing.

“What’s wrong?” she said, dropping her bag and taking a seat next to Noel.

“I finished the game,” he said.

“What? Was it bad?”

“No. It was incredible,” Noel said. “The best game I ever played. It was so beautiful. I loved it.”

“Then why are you crying sweetheart? Don’t be sad,” said Kristy. Being called “sweetheart” made Noel’s heart flutter, even through the tears.

“It was just so beautiful,” Noel said, “unlike me.”

“Nonsense,” said Kristy. “That’s nonsense and you know it,” she said, pulling him into a tight, warm hug. Since she had grown several inches in height at work, Noel’s tiny little frame now rested perfectly on her chest, right over her heart.

The warm hug helped to calm Noel down. It felt amazing laying his head on Kristy’s chest and feeling the warmth of someone so special and close to him supporting him.

“I’m okay,” he said, still crying and obviously not okay, but beginning to wipe away tears.

“Let it all out, let it all out,” said Kristy, stroking his long, beautiful hair. “I’m here for you.”

Hearing those words really helped Noel calm himself. “Thank you. That feels nice,” he squeaked out in his now higher-pitched, cuter voice.

“It feels nice just to have you here by me,” said Kristy in her lower, growlier, more masculine timbre.

“Do you really . . . really think I am beautiful?” said Noel.

“Yes. As beautiful as anyone I’ve ever seen,” she said.

“I have something to tell you,” said Noel, raising his head from Kristy’s chest and looking her in the eye. “I wouldn’t normally ever share this with anybody, but as my roommate, I think I can trust you with this. I . . . I think I’m not a guy. It terrifies me, but I think I’m a woman. No, I know I’m a woman. I can feel it inside, and it feels good to say. No, feels amazing to say, it feels amazing. I’m a woman, and I hope you can see me that way,” she said.

“Of course I see you as a woman,” said Kristy. “You’d have to be crazy to see you as anything else,” she said, and that put a smile on her roommate’s face. “Is there anything I should call you?”

“Noelle,” she said with a big, goofy smile. “I’m Noelle!”

“That’s amazing. And a cute name for a cute girl,” said Kristy. “But can I tell you something?”

“Yes, anything.”

“I think I’m like you, but in reverse. I think - no, I know it. I’m a man. God, that feels like such a relief to admit.”

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes! That’s so hype! Let’s fucking gooooo!!” said Noelle in her cute little feminine voice. She may have finally come out as a woman, but she was still a gamer at heart. “Name. Give me a name to call my main man.”

“Main man?” said Kristy with a smile and a cocked eyebrow. “Kal, I think, at least for now,” he said.

“Oh my god I love that name. It’s perfect for you,” she said.

“I think your name’s perfect for you,” he said.

The two of them stared at each other.

“What do we do now?” said Noelle.

“I don't know. Wanna make out?” said Kal.

“Fuck, god yes,” said Noelle, reaching in and pulling Kal into a deep, horny kiss.

The two of them tumbled into Noelle’s bed, still passionately kissing. Noelle’s once sterile room had changed around them to reflect her new, true self and true personality. Sparse little piles of papers were replaced with brushes, makeup, and mirror. Bare walls were covered over with anime posters of cute guys, and a fresh coat of blue paint gave the place new life.

Kissing Kal was like a dream for the newly-minted girl. His tongue was so fierce but yet so soft and gentle, and she increasingly wanted him to rip off her clothes and take her to town. Kal felt the same way, feeling the soft lock of Noelle’s lips and growing more and more heated by the second. He just loved her so much and was so happy he chose her as his roommate - and, pretty soon, much more than a roommate.

“Fuck me,” Noelle mouthed. “Please, you have to fuck me, I can’t take it any more.”

“And what if I don’t?” he said with a smirk.

She playfully pantomimed slapping him. “You’re such a tease Kal. I know you want it. Now rip my panties off.”

The two wiggled out of their ill fitting clothes. While they hadn’t noticed before, their clothes, while not having changed styles or designs, had subtly shrunk or grown to fit their new bodies. But now, shedding their old clothes, they were just as they are, new bodies in all their glory. Or, at least Kal was.

“Oh, you really are wearing panties. And a lacey bra,” Kal said, surprised.

Noelle blushed. “Listen, they made me feel like a girl, okay? Plus, a woman at work complained that my tits were bouncing all over the place.”

“Oh, they’ll be bouncing alright,” he replied, wiggling off her panties and effortlessly unhooking her bra.

It was at that point that the two ran into the last of their obstacles. Looking down and comparing genitals, Noelle had a little, tiny micropenis just barely poking out of her, while Kal had a huge, engorged clitoris seeming like it was ready to burst. The two looked at each other and nodded, thinking about what changes had already happened, and knowing what they had to do.

They resumed making out, this time even more passionately, with Kal stuffing Noelle into the mattress under his weight. She loved the feeling of his whole body on top of her, and his greedy, greedy hands roaming up and down her sides, cupping her hips, her waist, her soft breasts, and especially the back of her head, which drove her crazy.

“More of that,” said Noelle between kisses, about the head touching. “And can you call me a good girl?”

“Good girl,” Kal whispered, sending her into fits. He loved being in control, being on top, feeling dominant. And having such a gorgeous woman all to himself was driving him crazy.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” said Noelle, “I think it’s happening.”

Down at her crotch, Noelle felt an incredible heat as her useless little dick began retracting into her. It honestly felt amazing to finally say goodbye to the old beatstick and say hello to her new vagina. She felt folds and folds of skin rearranging and ovaries nestling deep into her hips - she was growing nice and deep, and she fucking loved it. It felt transcendently good, and if she wasn’t so busy getting fucking railed, she’d probably start weeping.

At the same time, Cal felt his clit swing loose and grow, grow, and grow into an enormous monster cock. Fuck yes, he thought, feeling ascendant and powerful. Finally, my own goddamn dick. At last. About damn time. And it felt sooo good, he thought, feeling his balls developing, so good to be through with his shitty old life and into the bright, exciting future as his true self.

He gently eased himself down into Noelle’s cunt and began pumping. It felt amazing for the both of them, wave and waves of blissful pleasure mixed with gender euphoria flooding them all at once.

“I’m gonna cum,” said Noelle. “I’m gonna fucking cum, and you’re going to cum with me,” she said. “And then we’re be boyfriend and girlfriend. Deal?”

He laughed. “Deal.” And then, he exploded his huge, fiery load into her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while a flood of creamy cum spilled out of Noelle as her hungry vagina lapped up her partner’s seed, every last bit, full of bliss at the feeling of being full, really and truly full, and finally, happy.

—-

Noelle was on the couch, nestled into a pillow and getting mighty far into the B-side levels of Celeste.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” called Kal from the other room. He had developed quite a bit of skill as a cook, and there was nothing that felt sexier to Noelle than a man with taste.

She paused her game. “I can finish it later,” she said, getting up and strolling into the kitchen. She planted a kiss squarely on Kal’s cheek, although she had to reach up on her tippy toes to do it. “What is it?” she said.

“Creamy risotto. You’re gonna love it,” he said, pulling the pan off the heat.

As the two of them ate, little droplets of rain pattered against the windows outside.

“You wanna Smash after this?” said Noelle between mouthfuls of the delicious food.

“The game or the activity?” said Kal with an intoxicating smirk.

“You know what I mean,” said Noelle with a flirty wink.



END