Kara (WFH - Day 3)

The morning sun was warm on Kara's face as she stood in the kitchen, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. Jack had just left for work, and with the house now empty, Kara was left to herself and her ever-evolving body. Her pseudo cock, a sensitive one-inch engorged clitoris, throbbed painfully every time the towel brushed against it. The folds of her pussy hung down a couple of inches, their swollen skin sticking to her inner thighs like a wet paper towel.

"Damn this thing," she muttered under her breath, trying to ignore the constant discomfort as she prepared her morning coffee. She took her mug and retreated to her home office, hoping that focusing on work would distract her from the relentless sensitivity between her legs.

But the bath towel proved too bothersome, its soft fabric sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body with every accidental brush against her pseudo cock. With a frustrated sigh, Kara stripped off the towel and tossed it aside, standing naked in her office. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as the warm air caressed her exposed flesh. Alone in the house, she allowed herself the simple luxury of nudity, her body free from the confines of clothing.

Her crotch felt warm, an inviting heat radiating from her newly transformed sex. As she sat at her desk, she couldn't help but allow her fingers to wander, lightly touching her beefy folds and sending shivers down her spine. She probed deeper, curious about the changes that had taken place within her. Her vagina had grown smaller, only able to accommodate a single finger. But even that discovery sent a chill down her spine, some of what made her a woman was quickly disappearing.

The more she touched herself, the more worked up she became, her breathing growing heavier and her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, the right light touch in the right place sent her over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed through her body, centered on her clit and radiating out to her extremities. The intensity was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, all culminating on her pseudo cock as it throbbed painfully with each pulse of ecstasy.

As her orgasm subsided, Kara leaned back in her chair, gasping for breath and trying to regain her composure. Despite the discomfort that accompanied her transformation, she couldn't deny the exhilaration of exploring her new form. There was a power in her body now, the power of a cock, and it was subtly influencing her in ways she wasn't fully yet aware of.

Thoughts about Jack and his transformation, the logical conclusion to his affliction sent pleasant shivers down her spine. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but having a cock made her feel good in more ways than one. One of those ways being the shifting power dynamic of their relationship. A bird chirped outside and brought Kara back from her lusty reverie.

Kara returned to her work, her naked body a constant reminder of the pleasures and possibilities that awaited her.

Still feeling hot and flushed from her earlier exploration, Kara decided it was time for a relaxing bath. She needed to wash away the sweat and residual arousal before she could focus on her work again.

"Maybe the water will help soothe some of the discomfort," she mused as she filled the bathtub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender oil for an extra touch of relaxation.

As she sank into the inviting water, she sighed contentedly, allowing the warmth to envelop her body. The warm water seemed to dull the sensitivity of her pseudo cock, bringing some much-needed relief. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift off into a light doze, lulled by the gentle lapping of the water against her skin and the sound of bubbles popping lightly.

When Kara awoke about an hour later, she felt refreshed and renewed. Getting out of the bath and drying off, she noticed something new – a strange sensation between her legs. Startled, she reached down to investigate, only to find that her ovaries had descended into her ball-sack, which now hung lower due to the added weight. Roughly the size of marbles, Kara guessed, she figured the warm water must have expedited their descent somewhat, as they escaped her hot insides, seeking cooler temperatures externally.

She was fascinated with her new wrinkly dangling ball-sack. It looked gross from her perspective, hanging between her legs 3 or 4 inches, like a plastic grocery bag with a couple of grapes in it. It was completely hairless, and slightly darker than the rest of her skin. It felt nice to jostle and caress. She had always liked playing with Jack's balls, now she has some for herself, albeit, much smaller and way baggier.

Kara returned to her home-office to reply to a few e-mails. Continuing her day naked, the constant feeling of her balls sliding between her wide hips, was distracting. She imagined what it would be like when they grew even larger, swinging and rolling between her legs. She thought about a bull, how do they deal with their balls? I guess they have wider hips, she mused. It was something all Owners had to deal with, she knew, and it came with its own set of challenges – such as the ease with which one might accidentally sit on them or the discomfort of having them dip into toilet bowl water while on the toilet. There's also the constant bulging of clothing, and that they slide around, in front and behind you as you walked.

"Guess I'll have to get used to that," she thought wryly, already planning how she'd adjust her wardrobe and behavior to accommodate her new anatomy. She made a mental note to pick up a ball bra before too long.

As she continued to explore her body, her thoughts drifted back to Jack. He would be a Sucker soon, and the thought of dominating him crept into her psyche. The power coursing through her veins was intoxicating, and she couldn't wait to use it – and her newly transformed body – to exert her control over her submissive partner.

"I wonder how Jack will respond now." Kara whispered to herself, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she contemplated the pleasure and pain they would share in the days to come.

Kara sat at her desk, the afternoon sun streaming through the window and casting a warm glow across her naked form. She could almost feel her new cock growing longer and more developed as she worked, the little nub peeking out from between her large breasts like a curious creature seeking attention.

"Interesting," Kara mused to herself, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden surface of the desk. "I never thought I'd be so... intrigued by having a penis."

Her attention was now fully diverted from her work, drawn instead to the changes that had taken hold of her. A few hours after her bath, Kara began to think about her new cock in a new light, becoming aroused by the possibilities it presented. The cock was still short enough that even flaccid, it stuck straight out, begging for attention.

"Doesn't take much to get you excited, does it?" Kara whispered to herself as she reached down, lightly touching the tiny cock. The **** sensitivity of a giant clitoris had dulled greatly, allowing her to caress and rub the head without experiencing any pain. Instead, her touch sent shivers of pleasure dancing through her body like electric currents.

"God, this feels good," she moaned softly, her free hand reaching up to cup one of her full breasts. Her fingers brushed against her nipple, already hardened with arousal, and a small gasp escaped her lips.

Slowly, deliberately, Kara stroked the tiny cock up and down, trying to emulate what she had done with Jack many times before, but the angle was disorienting. The sensation was intoxicating, unlike anything she had ever experienced. As her other hand continued to tease her nipple, she reached down with her other to her now quite large, saggy ball-sack, fingertips gently playing with the skin and finding her tiny balls nestled within.

"Aw, look at you two," she cooed, her voice a mixture of amusement and arousal. "You're almost... cute."

She found what she expected when she probed where her vagina was, but it still came as a shock. Her vagina had closed up completely, leaving just a weird bit of rough wet skin just behind her new balls. She reminiscenced on all the fun time she had with it, memories of her first exploration, the discovery of toys, and of course, getting fucked by Jack a lot.

As Kara moved on, pleasureing herself, her body trembled with suppressed need, she couldn't help but think about how this newfound power would affect her relationship with Julie. How dominate would the Owner variant of the virus make her? How submissive would Jack become? Would Jack still be the same person as before? Her arousal peaked when she though of Jack submitting to her, no more than a common sexy Sucker.

"Fuck," Kara groaned, that thought of Jack submitting to her every whim sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. She squeezed her nipple harder, feeling the pressure building within her until she could no longer contain it.

With a final shuddering gasp, Kara brought herself to an orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure. But the release felt strange, centered on her small cock, which spasmed without producing any fluid. It left her feeling unsatisfied, still craving that elusive moment of true release.

"Damn it," she panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "this is a new level of frustrating!"

Despite the lingering frustration, Kara knew she couldn't afford to spend the entire day indulging in her own desires. There was still work to be done, and the the law firm was depending on her.

"Alright," she muttered, forcing herself to turn her attention back to the task at hand. "Time to get serious."

And with a determined nod, Kara dove back into her work, thoughts of the future, with Jack, with hew cock, sneaking into her mind.

With a deep, frustrated sigh, Kara reluctantly pulled herself away from the distracting sensations of her newly transformed anatomy. She slipped on a delicate lace bra and matching panties, marveling at how her new assets bulged out provocatively from the feminine undergarments. The outline of her cock and balls was all too visible through the fabric, making her feel a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

Kara gave herself a stern reminder to stay focused as she worked on her tasks for the day. "No more giving in to this... thing," she declared. She couldn't allow it to take over her life.

As evening approached, she began cooking a spaghetti dinner, hoping that the familiar routine would help distract her from the persistent ache of unfulfilled desire. The rich aroma of simmering tomato sauce filled the kitchen, mingling with the scent of garlic bread browning in the oven. Out of habit, Kara prepared enough food for two, plus extra for leftovers – a small reminder of the life she'd shared with Jack before everything had changed.