Him

He woke up first.

The morning light poured in through the curtains, golden and slow, casting soft shadows over the bed. He rolled onto his side and reached for me—just like always—but something made him pause.

His hand hovered above my waist. Then slowly, gently, he let it rest against my side.

And smiled.

Because I was different.

Even in sleep, my body had kept changing. The magic he’d fed me—willingly, happily—had worked deeper overnight than either of us expected.

My waist was narrower now. Noticeably. The curve of my hips flared out beautifully beneath the covers, and my thighs were thicker, pillowy, pressed gently together in my sleep. My skin had a glow to it—softer, smoother, radiant.

But it was my chest that made him exhale.

There, rising and falling with each sleeping breath, were two small but undeniable breasts. Round. Tender. Swollen with new weight. Not exaggerated—*realistic*. Beautiful. Sensitive.

He brushed his fingertips along one of them and watched it jiggle softly, watched me twitch just slightly beneath his touch.

A quiet moan escaped my lips, high-pitched and dreamy. Still asleep, I shifted closer to him on instinct. My body already knew who it belonged to.

Then he pulled back the covers.

My ass had grown fuller again—thick, tight, and round in a way that looked sculpted for him. My legs parted just slightly, and between them, my cock had gotten even smaller. Still there, still mine—but now delicate, soft, tucked into the space between smooth thighs like an afterthought. A faint wet spot marked the sheets.

I whimpered in my sleep.

Then my eyes fluttered open.

He was watching me, smiling. His hand still rested on my waist, fingers rubbing slow circles.

“Mornin’,” he said softly.

I blinked, still groggy, then looked down.

It hit me all at once.

My chest—*my chest*. I reached up fast, gasping as my palms cupped soft, real curves. My fingers brushed swollen nipples and I shuddered. My breathing picked up.

I sat up. My waist felt tighter. My balance was different. My hips *moved* when I shifted.

I scrambled to the edge of the bed, slipped off, and stood in front of the mirror.

I didn’t recognize myself.

Not completely.

My face was still mine—same eyes, same mouth, same curls falling into my face—but framed now by a slimmer neck, smoother jaw, and the outline of my new body.

I turned sideways.

My ass jutted out perfectly. My back curved inward more naturally. My chest… bounced slightly. My nipples looked darker. Fuller. Begging to be touched.

I touched them.

I gasped.

Behind me, he stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist. Pressed his chest to my back. His hands slid up under mine to cup my new breasts.

“I told you,” he murmured into my ear. “You’re becoming exactly what I want.”

I trembled in his arms, flushed, overwhelmed.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

I nodded slowly.

“Do you want more?”

I looked up at him in the mirror.

And whispered, “Yes.”