Cold Tile Floor

Arriving home, Jack could smell the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting through the entryway. His logical brain told him he was smelling food people eat, but his Sucker brain told him it was just plants. Like a rose, you enjoy the smell, but you don't neat it. He sighed deeply, he was going to miss Kara's cooking.

Don't worry, she's cooking you up something different the thought flitted through his mind before he could stop it. Immediately, thoughts of cocks, Kara's cock, exploded into his mind. Shaking his head and bracing against the wall, he finally cleared his thoughts, focusing on greeting Kara.

He was met with the vision of his sexy wife, her large tits visible from behind, her large ass jiggling with her foot tapping. She was completely naked. Furthermore, he could see her now roughly 10 inch cock hanging freely between her legs, with a large wrinkly sack holding a couple of strawberry-sized balls swinging freely.

His eyes widened at how much bigger she was now. He gulped. She turned around to greet Jack, her cock bumping into the oven front, sending a shock of cold through her.

"I don't know if I'll ever get use to this thing bouncing off stuff. I thought I had it bad when these tits came in." She said, hefting a breast and letting it fall.

She closed the distance between them and gave him a hug. Jack could feel the warmth of her cock through his jeans. When she pulled away, there was a tiny wet spot where her head touched.

She backed up to arms length, holding his shoulders, looking him up and down.

"Your tits are pretty obvious now, you know." She said, nonchalantly. Reaching up she cupped one, quickly finding the already-hard nipple and pinching it, smiling innocently. "Perky!"

She returned to her meal, her newly enlarged cock and balls swinging heavily between her thighs with each movement. It looked like she was making enough for both of them again.

Jack finally broke out of his stupor. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Why are you naked?"

Kara glanced over her shoulder, flashing him a coy smile. "It was cooped up all day in those tight pants. It was suffocating, so, when I got home, I let him and the boys out to breath." She gave her cock a little shake for emphasis, the fat length of flesh smacking against her thighs.

"Then I thought, why does my little dude and the boys get to go free and not the girls?" She said, grabbing her tits and jiggling them. "So, I released them too. It was only fair."

Jack's gaze dropped again, her breasts unable to hold his attention as well anymore. He really only had eyes for her formidable cock now, unable to look away from that enticing display of flesh. His own cock stirred to life, becoming stiff, but it there was no discomfort. His now-baggy clothing offered too much space in the crotch now.

Kara resumed stirring the sauce, humming softly under her breath. She rolled her hips to the tune, her heavy breasts jiggling along with the motion. The muscles in her ass and thighs flexed and relaxed, drawing Jack's eyes again and again.

Jack finally managed to come to his sense and he escaped the kitchen. Retreating to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable, he chose his full body pajamas. Their softness complimenting his newly smooth body. It actually felt surprisingly nice.

As he walked towards the living room, he couldn't help but feel his nipples brush the fuzzy soft material, hardening and sending tingly jolts through his body.

I guess that's why women wear bras most of the time He mused, then grimaced, when was the last time he saw a Sucker wearing a bra, let alone covering their tits...

Kara set the table and dished up two plates of spaghetti, her cock bobbing and swinging with each step. She sat across from Jack, her wide-leg posture indicative of a man, or an Owner. Her balls pooled in the chair, and her cock hung over the front, dangling in the air.

Jack swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He twirled his fork through the pasta but found he had little appetite for food. His mind kept wandering to his inevitable new food source that was currently hanging off a chair, available, and--"

His gaze flicked up to find Kara watching him, one brow arched. She curled her fingers around her cock and gave it a slow stroke, a bead of pre-cum welling at the tip. Her voice tinged with a hint of pleasure. She felt powerful and emboldened all of a sudden.

"Not hungry for dinner?" she purred. "Perhaps you'd prefer a different kind of...nourishment." She stood up, her hand still caressing the parts of her cock she could reach without bending over.

Jack's cheeks heated but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the show she was putting on. His own cock, more of a nub, stiff and swollen, all thoughts of resisting gone from his mind.

*I am hungry...* He thought, his Sucker brain wrapping it's tendrils around his thoughts and behaviors. *I don't want to go to bed hungry like last night.*

Kara stood, her cock jutting out proudly in front of her. She strode around the table, her fingers still working her length.

"I have something that will satisfy your appetite." She came to a stop before him, hips canted forward to display herself. "Let me help you. All you have to do is ask."

Jack seemed to be at an impasse, frozen, transfixed.

"Here, would it be better if I put it in a cup?" She asked, taking pity on the poor man, her emotions shifting from dominating to nurturing unabated.

Jack timidly nodded. He knew he needed to eat something, and his body only craved one thing. But he just couldn't bring himself to putting his mouth on that hot throbbing... he shook his head again.

Kara produced a glass cup and sat it on the floor, roughly under her. She wasn't quite sure how to do this, she was still kind of an amateur when it came to aiming a cock. She'd made quite the mess in the ladies room at work today already.

Kara looked over at Jack, his knuckles white, gripping his legs. Her lips curled into a triumphant smile. She quickened her strokes, her cock twitching and jerking in her grip. A moment later, thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip. She aimed the best she could, but the pleasure was extremely distracting and the cock throbbed as it released it's load, throwing her aim off. Most of it went on the floor. The cup was about half full, whereas only about a third of the cum she released.

Kara picked up Jack's plate of food and replaced it with the half full cup of jizz.

Jack stared at the copious amount she had produced, equal parts apprehension and desire warring within him. But in the end, his curiosity and hunger won out.

He reached for the glass and brought it to his lips, the first splash of cum on his tongue erasing any doubts. He moaned, closing his eyes as the rich, salty-sweet flavor flooded his senses.

By the time he drained the last drop, he was feeling much better. He didn't realize how hungry he was. Still, he felt a deep hunger.

Kara was more than happy to satisfy. She watched on with rabid curiosity. She felt good being able to give Jack what he needed, and it felt hot to see him gobble up her spunk with such need. She felt like she could get used to this arrangement.

Jack finished his meal, his enhanced tongue now able to reach the bottom of the glass cup. One of the reasons Kara grabbed a glass one was to see if he'd developed the tell tale Sucker tongue yet.

Kara finished both plates of food and announced she was going to take a shower. She absentmindedly instructed Jack to clean up dinner. Jack thought it was odd she didn't ask nicely like normal, but he felt kinda good just getting up and grabbing her plates, rinsing them off in the sink.

He started to head back into the living room to decompress, when his eye caught the sheen of a milky substance, still on tile floor next to the dinning table. His heart fluttered. He was still hungry, and now that he'd had a proper amount of cum, his previous experience giving him a change of heart on the matter.

Jack looked around and found some paper towels. He could hear the shower water running. He got down on his hands and knees to wipe up the considerable mess. Getting close, the smell made him pause. His brain lit up, sending food signals like crazy. He swiped up some with the towel and brought it close to his face.

A long sniff, his eyes rolled back. Lost in bliss, so much, so close to his nose, so strong. He hated how much the smell gave him pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, his tongue had ventured forth, seeking the life-giving nectar.

Jack was shocked when his tongue met the cold cum. It wasn't fresh, it had been on the cold tile floor, and he just licked it. He licked it again. He cleaned the paper towel, consuming some of the towel in the process.

Jack looked at the wet paper towel, missing a corner, and dropped it. Looking down, he succumbed to the irresistible draw of Kara's cold cum, all reservations gone. He should have thought it was unpleasant, cold, slimy, musky, but his Sucker brain was overjoyed at his first real meal of cum. It couldn't be happier right now.

Jack finished cleaning the floor, licking a larger area than was needed, such was his need for cum at this moment. Kara watched in silence, her hair tied up in a towel, the other towel in her hands mid-wipe, as she watched Jack mop the floor of her cum with his tongue.

Kara quickly slinked back into the bedroom before Jack could see her. She was shocked, seeing the virus take over him for the first time. Hot was so fucking hot.

Jack showered and joined Kara in bed. She pulled herself to him, spooning him tightly. Jack appreciated their closeness, but quickly noticed her hardening cock against his butt, between the cheeks, and resting against his back legs. He tried to put it out of his mind, as Kara reached around to his chest and gently took a handful of his breast flesh, falling asleep.