Jiggling

Jack stared at his nude reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help fretting over his changes. No one had found a cure yet. Afflicted who gave in sooner rather than later often seemed the happiest, though, they all seemed happy eventually. His once full 5 o'clock shadow was completely gone, as was all the hair below his eyebrows, it seemed. His skin was smooth as a baby's bottom, soft and hairless all over. He felt colder, now that he was hairless. He felt his ass, which had always been hairy, something Kara said she liked about it, it was so smooth now. Everything just felt too smooth and soft, it was disconcerting.

He cupped his chest, the fatty tissue jiggling under his palms in a way that made his stomach churn. They were little more than just jiggly pecs, protruding out only a little, at this point. He'd always been toned, but now it looks like he switched chests with someone a little overweight. The nipples were still pretty small, but they were definitely more sensitive. His hips had widened slightly too, giving him a vague androgynous look. He could probably hide his changes with a light jacket.

He looked further down, he never shaved his pubic area, so seeing it completely bald was weird. It looked, arousing? That wasn't supposed to be the emotion that bubbled up when looking at a man's junk, even your own. It was considerably smaller than yesterday, maybe a couple of inches, down from a reasonable 6 inches. It kinda jutted out there straight, though, he wasn't aroused, it just wasn't long or heavy enough to weigh itself down. Jack sighed.

Jack looked back as Kara stirred, her cock had grown in the night and was now tenting the bed-sheet considerably, a small wet spot at the point. He turned around and closed his eyes. Immediately her cock flashed into his mind, he tried to tune it out, to just meditate for a second and bring on a gentle calm.

Kara came up behind him, her strong hands gripping his slightly wider hips. The act jolted Jack to alertness from his almost trance-like state. However, what really woke him up with the third touch, on the bottom side of his smooth ass, a hot poker pressing up against him.

"Look at you, so soft and smooth." She said, sliding her hands up and down his shoulders, then caressing his abs, up to his... breasts?

"Oh, cute." she whispered, as she cupped them, pinching his nipples, and jiggling the fat. Jack was getting turned on by this, his masculine logical side telling him to stop this. Jack pulled away and turned around. Big mistake.

Jack's eyes immediately shot down to the massive cock jutting out from Kara's hips. It had to be eight inches long, drooping there, not as thick as his cock once was, swollen red at the tip. Pre-cum dripped from the slit, a long sticky strand connecting to her leg, from where it bounced as she got up.

"How do you feel?" Kara asked, concern on her voice, seeing Jack's new behavior. "You know, it will be alright, right? Suckers can lead very fulfilling lives."

Kara's words made him blush, a wave of shame and arousal warring inside him. He didn't want this, didn't want to be changed and made dependent cum. But his traitorous body was changing whether he wanted it to or not. His future was set in stone, and it was all coming too fast.

"Oh wow, your dick is so small." She said with a giggle, not realizing how much that might hurt Jack. She looked up into his eyes and realized her mistake.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, these... changes, I don't know, it has me all excited and worked up. It's probably a side effect of the Owner transformation." she said,

They showered separately again, Jack going first, spending as little time as possible washing his changing body. He could hear Kara in the bedroom jerking off, moaning loudly, unlike any man would. Thoughts of her hand sliding up and down her now-impressive size caused his nipples to harden. Yet another strange and new sensation to get used to, his nipples had never stiffened so noticeably from arousal before.

Jack didn't realize he was just standing in the shower listening until the sounds finally stopped. He felt dumb and shameful, but then a creeping thought whispered into his brain. *What happens when she's done masturbating?* Jack knew the implication. His heart fluttered at excitement? *No*, he thought, should be nervous and dreading these changes.

He exited the bathroom covering his small, but hard nipples with the towel, like how Kara usually wraps herself. It smelled like Kara had lit a cum candle. He could smell it in the air so strongly now. Kara slid past in her semi-transparent teddy, her cock bouncing up and down in front of her, her balls sliding between her legs. She seemed nonchalant, like she didn't just clean up after her masturbation session one room over from someone developing the need to consume said cum.

After drying off, Jack slipped into a tight black shirt and jeans, hoping the shirt would minimize the appearance of his breasts. Looking at the mirror, he realized that one shirt wasn't enough. He grabbed a loose slightly wrinkled button-down shirt to pull over his tighter shirt. Looking at his reflection again, he felt more confident, until he saw his jawline, smoother, softer, again, completely hairless.

Returning to the bedroom after putting on a cup of coffee, a habit he knew he'd have to break, the coffee barely tasted like anything anymore. He found Kara fully dressed, wearing slacks for once, and a tight top and jacket. It seems she was able to wrangle her new appendage so it wasn't noticeable at all. *Impressive* Jack thought, quickly forcing his brain to think of things other than Kara's cock.

"Hiding this thing was tougher than I expected" Kara said, still hoping to delay news to her boss as long as possible. Not that there was anything wrong with being an Owner, she just didn't want it to affect her job.

They both left at about the same time, headed to their respective jobs. Jack at an office building nearby, and Kara to her law firm in downtown.