Hang back a bit

Walter hung back a few steps as the family left the cabin, letting Hannah and Jack walk ahead on the sun-warmed path. The gravel felt strange under his bare feet—Alison’s smaller, softer feet—and the warm breeze kissed every inch of his newly smooth skin in ways that kept sending unexpected jolts through him.

He glanced down at himself again, subtly. The iBod had done its job perfectly: the same perky breasts, the gentle curve of hips, the trimmed patch of auburn hair between his thighs. But something felt… off. Or maybe too right. His heart was racing, and he wasn’t sure if the heat pooling low in his belly was Walter’s lingering male reactions or Alison’s eighteen-year-old female hormones kicking in at full ****.

Is the iBod working properly? he thought, a flicker of unease cutting through the haze. Or is this body already changing how I think?

Hannah walked confidently in front, her toned ass swaying with each step, the sunlight catching the subtle bounce of her breasts. Walter couldn’t stop staring. She was beautiful—mature, confident, completely at ease in her nudity. The way her hips moved, the smooth line of her back, the occasional glimpse of her pussy when she shifted… it made his mouth dry. Walter’s old self would have appreciated the view, but this new body was reacting differently. Much more intensely.

Then Jack turned around to check on him, flashing that easy, fatherly smile. “You coming, Alison? Don’t be shy!”

The second their eyes met, Walter felt it—a sudden, unmistakable rush of wetness between his legs. His new pussy clenched involuntarily, a slick warmth spreading as his clit throbbed once, sharply. He pressed his thighs together mid-step, mortified and aroused at the same time. Jack’s lean, muscular body, the light trail of hair leading down to that thick, heavy cock that swung with his movement… it was doing things to this body that Walter had never expected.

He wasn’t just looking. He was reacting. Feminine, needy, instinctive.

Walter swallowed hard, forcing a smile that he hoped looked like Alison’s. “Yeah, Dad… right behind you.”

His voice came out soft and breathy, exactly like hers. Another trickle of arousal slipped down his inner thigh as Jack turned back around, giving him another perfect view of that strong back and firm ass.

Fuck… whose hormones are these? Walter thought, his mind spinning. Part of him was still the 51-year-old man, shocked and trying to stay in control. Another part—the body he was now trapped in—was responding like a horny teenage girl to both of her “parents.” The duality was dizzying, intoxicating, and terrifying all at once.

The path opened up toward the main common area of the camp, full of naked bodies enjoying the sun. Walter’s nipples tightened into hard little peaks, and he could feel his pussy continuing to grow slick with every step. He wondered how long he could hide how turned on he was becoming… and whether he even wanted to.