I retain most of my intelligence

I awake with a start realizing the sun in seeping through my curtains, but when I try to put my hands down to push off I find I can't separate them. With a spark of fear I look around and realize the ball gag is back in my mouth and now my wrists are tied together by a pair of leather cuffs. However my eyes don't stay for long on my cuffs as I find instead of my average penis I now sport a footlong thick monstrosity with a large vain running down it that seems to have been freshly used.

I manage to carefully roll my way out of bed and start my search for Megan. I do pause as I enter her bathroom finding still open makeup contains but it's more my appearance. Before I would have said I looked average now though I may not be a Hollywood heartthrob I probably get glances in the street and probably easily be able to get any shallow girl I wanted. My form seems muscular and well built but not quite as herculean or Adonis like with the stud from the news. But the idea of all the collage sluts fawning over me quickly sends my semihard erection to a pulsing hard on as I set out again looking for Megan downstairs and follow the smell of eggs cooking to the kitchen.

"And in. *moan*. Today's weaaaather it looks *moan* like it'llllll be perfect*moan* to fuck your man outside." I hear come from the kitchen as I look to the TV and find it on the local weather channel the usual reserved Indian weatherwoman seems to atop a frail looking man as she bounces atop him and based on the fact the camera seems to be on the ground he's likely her camera man.

My cock twitches as I seem Megan with her back to me as she cooks something, likely the last of our eggs. It seems like she's wearing her harness from last night overtop her clothes. But it's her now large apple bottom that I'm focused on as it tries valiantly to break through the WAY to small denim short shorts but in it's defense it does manage to turn them into practically a thong. It seems her hips are wider now and her thighs thicker though she has maintained a slight gap that would have been able to comfortably handle my previous size. Disappointedly it seems her love handles are barely noticeable, but thankfully her waist in now small. I try to get her attention and succeed.

My heart flutters as my cock pulses as she turns slightly to give me an almost imperious look through her curly red hair and green glasses, but it immediately softens as she sees me.

"Good morning sleepy head." she says in a gentle tone that is completely at odds from last night and my now bruised hand.

"Sit" she commands much like I was a dog as she points to the chairs I had used yesterday as I quickly do so struggling to keep my member from dragging across the bottom of the island. I fidget as the camera changes to show a cum stained middle aged reporting bent over a desk as she tries valiantly to read the the news despite a cock railing her. Thankfully it doesn't take long before Megan finishes and turns around leading to a different problem. It seems she was unable to close short shorts as it lays unzipped kept on only but the wide hips and thickness of it's wearer. Peaking from the zipper is a ginger bush that seems like it is bordering on manicured. I get a good look at her once doughy tummy is now completely flat and underneath her leather straps she's wearing what looks like a tube top that is struggling to hold in a pair of tits that must be at least a G-cup now as they bounce with each confident step. It seems her face hadn't changed much still attractive with slight laugh lines but her lips seem fuller than before.

It's only when the plate clatters in front of me that I realize she was holding a plate of scrambled eggs and it is then that I realize I'm hungry for something other than Megan. I try grab the fork only for Megan to slap my hand causing me to wince.

"Oh...Sorry." she answers honestly before planting a kiss on my hand leaving behind her red lipstick. She taps my arm seeming to indicate she wants it up and I do so as she wiggles into my lap with impressive levels of flexibility that I doubt she had before. She stops as I find my cock wedged between her thighs as she gives a wicked smirk as my bound arm comes around her waist.

I discover how she intends me to eat when she pulls the gag out of my mouth from behind with her right arm and proceeds to start to feed me with her left hand, though she struggles a little bit getting use to using her non-dominant hand. For a moment it seems like this is simply how the morning will go until she starts to grind my cock between her thighs. A bit worried about being punished but more eager for release I start to thrust into her plump thighs making it impossible for her to feed me or herself as she bounces in my lap. But it seems like she's not angry as she simply sits patiently grinding till I approach my climax. It's only then that she quickly grabs just below my glans and points the tip towards the underside of the counter to let me paint it. Seeming to have determined I had enough breakfast she finishes the meal before sliding off of my lap.

"Ok my little Stud." she says as she does her best confident stance and succeeding as I start to stand up "Now clean up your mess, do the dishes and then come upstairs so I can get you dressed before we can restock.

"Yes Megan." I respond as I come to find my full height realizing that before we had been the same size but now it seems like my lips come up to her forehead. However I feel a moment of fear as she frowns.

"Hmmm....you calling me by my name doesn't seem right." She responds as I feel some relief it seems it wasn't a severe mistake as she thinks of what I should call her.