Living Room

Mistress responds through gasps "Bring it in here."

Putting the food on a plate I carry it to Mistress who is sitting on the couch, one hand pushing Davids head into her lap as the other plays with her tit. To my shock the curtains are wide open allowing anyone to see in, a motion in one of the houses across the street catches my eye and I almost drop the plate to try to cover Mistress and then almost trip over David. Mistress laughs at me and says "Don't worry about watchers, I have nothing to hide anymore......"

Mistress takes a moment to stop playing with her tits and gives her stomach a almost disappointed pinch. I'm sure it isn't whatever changes have affected me but I actually always fantasized about her having a slight belly and maybe I am having some affect on her. Feeling guilty, which is probably the changes, I hand her the food and before she can react I kiss her belly and breasts before sitting down hoping she doesn't notice me blushing. Mistress hands me the remote as she starts to eat dinner. I flick through the channels looking for a news channel. One channel is a bunch of blonde bimbos being fucked by hung himbos the only sounds coming from the constant plap and moans of all being recorded.

Another one showed a mousey Asian woman in a lab coat her white blouse's buttons seem to have been quickly buttoned and a skirt that seems to be on backwards. The disheveled woman reports in a almost bubbly voice "I have so far been completely unsuccessful in isolating or finding some way of preventing changes. My research has found that if a subject is left alone without a partner they do not go through physical changes as quickly. However the arousal seems to be constantly present and....um......self pleasure seems to speed up the changes by a slight amount. Luckily it seems that fantasizing while.....self pleasuring m-yourself can help direct the transformation at the side effect of losing your intelligence. I should also note that seeming to avoid self pleasure only speeds up the the intelligence drop as I have observed with one of my colleges in a different section of the lab. I do have good news though."

She approaches and picks up the camera and as the camera blurs and stops I can see a bound black himbo cuffed to a chair his cock flaccid and larger and thicker than my. The camera starts out focused on the himbo's face but slowly descends down and rests on his cock as the woman continues "This is Doctor Harris and I will be f- performing tests to see if it is possible to reverse the changes. The **** I used should keep him knocked out for a few hours, enough time for me to get some rest. I do want my views to know that I will keeping safety precautions and will be sleeping in a separate room in which only I have access to. Dr. Lisa Ito signing off"

A few more channels, one showing the camera man fucking the brains out of a drooling woman as she repeats "This is Fucksleeve reporting she's a stupid tease", a couple with commercials and I give up on a comedy show. Mistress's plate clatters to the table as her hands fly to David's black hair her breath comes out in heaving pants until with a shuddering moan mistress cums. Mistress gasps through pants "I must say David. That was rather disappointing. I think the time it takes you to bring me to cum is getting longer. Perhaps you should practice more on John, especially your tongue work?"

David's face comes away from Mistress a few strings of saliva and cum break away leaving him with a few errand pubes. His face now has the barest hint of masculinity much like mine but unlike mine he has a pair of pillowy O shaped lips compared to my pouty lips. Davids delicate hand comes up to the bottom of my shorts as he pulls them down my cock bounces up and I look to the open window feeling as if my face will catch on fire. I want to fuck his face like it's never been fucked before....but the window makes me want to push him away.