I feel different...

I woke up before him.

The sunlight was soft through the window, slanting over his sheets, and I lay there for a minute, soaking in the quiet. My body felt heavy in the best way—relaxed, lazy, floating somewhere between sleep and awareness.

But something was different.

It was subtle at first. Just a hum beneath the surface. A strange kind of sensitivity.

My ass felt warm. Not sore—just… alert. A little swollen, like it had been touched recently, like my body was anticipating more. I shifted and sucked in a breath. Even the way the sheets slid over my skin felt intense. My thighs twitched.

And then my nipples.

When the sheet grazed across my chest, I gasped. Sharp. Electric. My back arched slightly without meaning to. I reached up and brushed one with my fingertips and had to stifle a soft whimper.

What the hell...

My fingers moved lower, trailing down my sides, over my hips—and that’s when I noticed it.

They were… wider.

Not drastically. But enough that I could feel the difference. The way my thighs pressed together. The curve of my waist narrowing just slightly more than usual. It didn’t feel unnatural—it felt right. Like my body was being smoothed and shaped into something it had always meant to become.

I touched my chest again.

Still flat. But softer. Fuller under the skin, like something was just beginning to form. I bit my lip, heart pounding with something between excitement and confusion.

The changes weren’t mental—at least, not from the ****. My mind was still my own. No rewiring. No brainwashing. But the feeling of my body being this soft, this reactive, this delicate… that alone was enough to make me feel different.

More aware.

More submissive.

More his.

He stirred beside me.

I didn’t say anything right away. I just lay there, quiet and warm, letting the sensitivity ripple through me with every breath. I felt like I was being touched even when I wasn’t.

When he opened his eyes and looked at me, I must have been glowing, because he smiled.

“Feeling good?” he asked sleepily.

I nodded.

“Different?”

“…Yeah.”

He slid a hand beneath the covers and ran it along my hip, slow and possessive.

“You’re just getting started.”

And the way he said it made me tremble.