Big changes?

Tom in the car next to Marissa, who was driving. "Say babe, do you think I could improve my bodies?" she said as she drove.

Tom glanced over at Marissa, his brow furrowing slightly as he studied her profile—the way her fingers tapped the steering wheel, the faint scent of her vanilla perfume mixing with leather seats. "What do you mean, improve your bodies?" he asked, shifting in his seat to face her more fully. The hum of the engine filled the brief silence as she chewed her bottom lip, considering her words.

Marissa adjusted her grip on the wheel, slowly parking at the side of the road. "You know," she said, her voice casual but edged with something deliberate, "like… adjustments. Enhancements. Not with the nanites, I can't do that... yet..., but with sports, food, surgeries"

Tom leaned closer, the leather seat creaking under his weight. "What do you 'develop,' 'cause I don't unders..."

A sharp rap on the driver’s side window cut him off. "Babe, meet the one who give me the idee, Amanda."

Tom looked at Amanda with wide eyes. She was tall, beautiful and looked strong. She leaned down, her massive shoulders blocking the sunlight as she peered through the window. Her biceps strained against the sleeves of her skintight tank top, veins snaking over muscle that looked carved from stone. When she grinned, her teeth were perfectly white against her tanned skin.

"Hey, Tommy," she said, her voice deeper than Marissa's, roughened by years of protein shakes and controlled breathing. She rapped the window again with knuckles that looked like they could dent steel. "Heard you’re good with women. Mind if I try a bit?"

Tom’s throat went dry. The door of the car opened. Amanda slowly entered before removing her clothes. Marissa locked the door and start to drive to their home. "Hope you'll like this new me, she is deeply into bodybuilding." Tom didn't answer, Amanda was already kissing him and removing his clothes.

Amanda’s hands—rough from chalk and deadlifts—pinned Tom’s wrists to the seat as she straddled him, the car’s suspension groaning under her weight. Her thighs, thick as tree trunks, flexed as she ground against him, the heat between them already slick through the fabric of his jeans. Marissa smirked in the rearview, biting her lip as she took a sharp turn. The motion rocked Amanda forward, her pecs brushing Tom’s chest. Amanda growled, her breath hot against his ear before she nipped the lobe, teeth sharp. She rode his dick like a wild animal, making him feel dominated.