New body

Tim’s eyes opened slowly under the bright basement lights.

For a second he just lay there on the padded table, staring up at the ceiling. The headset was gone. The low tone in his ears had stopped. His body felt heavy in a way it never had before. Broader. Stronger. Darker skin under the lights. When he shifted, something massive and heavy moved against his thigh.

He sat up.

The first thing he saw was his own cock.

It rested thick and heavy against his leg, easily three times the length and girth of anything he’d ever had. Veins stood out along the dark shaft. The head was blunt and wide. Even soft it looked obscene. He stared at it, breathing through his mouth, one hand hovering like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch it yet.

Jasmine was still on her knees beside the table. The moment he moved she crawled closer, eyes locked on the massive length. Her plump lips parted. A fresh line of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her stretched pink top. She didn’t wipe it away. She just stared, breathing faster, one hand already sliding between her own thighs without thinking.

“…So big,” she whispered, voice soft and stupid. “Bigger than Tyrone’s. So much bigger. I want it. Please… can I have it?”

Tim looked at her. For a moment his face stayed blank, still half-caught in the quiet the headset had left behind. Then his eyes focused. He recognized her. Or what was left of her. The heavy tits barely contained by the tiny pink top. The thick ass. The empty, hungry expression. The way she was openly drooling while staring at his cock.

“Jasmine…” His voice came out deeper than he remembered. Rougher.

She didn’t react to the name. She just leaned in until her face was inches from the heavy shaft, hot breath washing over the skin. Another drop of saliva fell from her open mouth onto him.

“Please,” she said again, softer. “Need it. My mouth’s watering so bad. Let me suck it. Let me try. I’ll be a good bimbo. I’ll take it all.”

Logan stood a few feet away with his arms folded, watching both of them. David kept the cameras rolling. Tyrone was off to the side, looking at Tim’s new size with open interest and a little envy.

Tim’s hand finally moved. He wrapped it around the base of his own cock. Even his larger hand couldn’t close all the way. The weight of it made his arm flex. Jasmine whimpered at the sight and pressed her thighs together hard.

He looked at Logan.

“What the fuck did you do to me?”

Logan’s expression didn’t change.

“You scanned a card. Same as she did. This is what she wanted for you. And from the way she’s looking at you right now…” He nodded at Jasmine, who was still staring at Tim’s cock like she might start crying if she wasn’t allowed to touch it. “I’d say it’s working.”

Tim’s grip tightened. The massive length twitched in his hand, already starting to thicken further. Jasmine made a broken little sound and crawled the last few inches forward, mouth open, waiting.

“Go ahead,” Logan said calmly. “She’s been waiting for this since the second the lasers finished. And we’re still recording.”

Tim looked down at Jasmine’s vacant, desperate face. At the drool on her chin. At the way her heavy tits were rising and falling with every short breath. Then he looked at the enormous cock in his own hand.

He shifted his hips, angling it toward her mouth.

“Open wider,” he said, voice low.

Jasmine’s eyes lit up. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, tongue out, already leaning in.

The cameras kept rolling.