About as expected

Jane suppressed the urge to get right back in the shower and keep going with her previous session. She had to finish getting ready for her day but it was hard not to turn into a quivering mess with what John had replied with. Although he was a little overgrown, he at least had the courtesy to trim below his waistline. _I would have thought for sure from that beard he would have a tangled jungle down there. _She thought to herself idly. She set her phone on the counter while she finished toweling off. John didn't have any abs to speak of, but Jane could see the results of his efforts to lose what must have been a tremendous amount of weight. She could still see signs of his love handles, but the thought of hugging that soft, squishy teddy bear...

She caught herself again before she soiled another pair of panties. She'd have plenty of time to sate that hunger this weekend. Mind focused, she pulled up her panties with a little more struggle than usual, and then began putting on her bra. Jane struggled to clasp it. And when she did, it felt a little tighter than usual, but still enough room to breathe. As she returned to her bathroom mirror, she idly picked the panties out of the crevasse they were riding up into. _Damn, I coulda swore I put on panties, but they feel more like a thong. _After taking a few more strides before it rode up again, she resolved to ignore the discomfort as she had many times before during the longer shifts at Wingers.

Surveying herself, she could see she was as close as she could get to filling her cups without spilling over. If the bra was just a size smaller she wouldn't be able to breathe. _Damn girl, what have you been eating? _She twisted, cupping and inspecting her bra. An identical one had fit just yesterday, why was this one so snug? Maybe it shrunk? As Jane unclapsed the bra, her breasts sprang free gratefully. She breathed a sigh of relief. Pulling herself free from the straps, she checked the tag. 36DD, no wonder it feels small! I've worn a 42G for at least a year now. Not realizing her stats had been adjusted. She marveled at herself in the mirror, grabbing a handful of her taut abs which she was so proud of. She put in a lot of work every night to make sure she stayed in peak physical condition. Jane enjoyed practicing martial arts, even though her tits sometimes got in the way. She was a black belt in Jiu Jitsu and kickboxing, and very capable of using those practiced skills on anyone who dared to cross her.

Topless, she jiggled back to her bedroom and fished out a properly sized bra out of her closet. She put the old bra in her donation pile, and finished getting clothed. Things felt a little more snug than usual in the hips and bust, but otherwise Jane didn't notice. She went about her day as usual.

--

As much as John was looking forward to Sunday, he still had the rest of the week to fight through. In spite of his newfound King powers, the week was still the average boring slog. Satisfied with the changes he'd made to Jane's habits, plans set for the weekend, all there really was to do was waste time. In spite of feeling like he could jerk off a thousand thousand times, he knew his limits. He knew once he started smashturbating he'd be a bloody horny mess before he ever even got a chance to make it to Sunday. So he'd just have to keep it bottled up inside until it was time to free the beast.

Luckily, after Monday passed by, John had work to keep his mind occupied. It was also a relatively busy week, with a few of his clients out of the office he was the only one around to cover. Nothing he couldn't handle.

When not working, John and Jane continued to trade texts. Much more intimate and relaxed than they had been before. Jane ditched a lot of the sage tone she'd been taking with him the past few weeks and started composing herself more like a regular woman. They continued to learn what they had in common; something which had pretty much stopped since the anime con they attended. During the con, she'd been super open about her enjoyment of hentai and body pillows, even joking she was going to buy a few as presents for her roommates. They'd had a long discussion later about the artistic merits of hentai, how silly the fake ahego faces were, and how neither of them could understand the gall of people that wore uncensored hentai shirts then went to malls. They had both laughed, and John asked if he saw any NSFW memes or funny 18+ images if he could send them to her. Jane said sure, she sent them to her roommates all the time.

Of course, John never did, because Jane never seemed to be in the type of mood where that would be taken as anything other than sexual harassment.

John decided to test the waters, Thursday night he saw an animation that made him cry-laugh for about 5 minutes straight. The 3D woman was gyrating so hard that her tits were smacking her in the face. Of course after a few moments passed she started spraying gouts of milk out of her nipples making the traditional "ahego" face. Grabbing the link, he went over to Snapchat.

'hey, you at work or in public right now?'

a minute or two passed

'no, why you gonna send me a dic pic?' :O + eggplant emoji

Fuck, that woman is amazing. And I haven't even done that much to her! Of course he had added a bunch more points into her intelligence + Mind, and a scant few more points into her more prominent physical assets. But her personality outside of the initial libido boost and habits (which she hadn't missed a day of) really hadn't been changed that much.

'No, well kinda, well not a dick pic but it's something 18+ that made me laugh really hard. I hope it's not too much.'

'Lay it on me, as long as it's not some gore or scat and if it is you're so blocked' purple smirking devil emoji. Sheesh, like he'd send something like that. The thought was repulsive.

'Eww no nothing like that, but is titty milk ok? lmfao'

--

On the other side of the phone Jane raised an eyebrow, but didn't say no.

'Nbd but damn this virgin is into some freaky stuff' sweating horny emoji. She was teasing him, there wasn't really anything wrong with that. Hentai always devolved into a woman exploding with fluids out of any possible orifice.

She opened the link and saw exactly why he sent it to her. She doubled over, her laughter causing her own breasts to shake violently. The fuck was this artist on? Physics didn't work like that, and that woman's poor back! Her tits were bigger than her entire abdomen, and here she was beating the shit out of herself with them. And of course, there were the twin fountains of milk erupting right on cue. Jane wiped a tear from her eye. This was funny as hell. John was right to share it with her.

After she recovered, she sent a half dozen crying laughter emojis.

'Wtf was that artist on?' tear crying emoji x2 'That woman could barely walk if that were real life. But I guess that won't matter with how many concussions she's sustaining?' tear crying emoji x6

--

John's heart fluttered, GOD DAMN he needed this woman. 'I KNOW, but tbh if I knew a woman with tiddy that big I'd be like' he sent a GIF of an anime named "Record of Ragnarok," which featured Aphrodite as a ludicrously busty woman, using two featureless men dressed only in loincloths to hold her massive bust up. Every laugh punctuated by an undulating ocean of tit flesh. Which John didn't even really regard as fanservice, it was about as in-character as any depiction of Aphrodite had ever been made.

Jane replied 'LMFAO what is that from?!' tear crying emoji

'A netflix anime called Record of Ragnarok. Gods vs Human heroes from across all time in a big bloody tournament. It's Aphrodite (ofc)'

'Hell yea, we should watch it on Sunday' she replied. fuuuuuuuuuuuck my dick could cut diamonds right now

'Of course! This week has been dragging by I can't wait' he included a snoozing + sweating horny face emoji.

'Down, boi!' winking emoji 'Plenty of time for that this weekend' Sweating horny face + eggplant

The conversation continued for a few more messages before coming to a natural conclusion as they both got back to their evenings.

Sunday rolled around, and John was ready over an hour before he was supposed to pick up Jane. He had a few blunts rolled already so he wouldn't have to waste time. A bottle or two of wine in the cupboard just in case. He took a quick bong rip before he left to go pick up Jane. He decided to add a few 'To Do's' to make things a little fun.

• Don't wear panties
• Wear a dress with a deep neckline

It took about 15 minutes to arrive at her roommate's house, and another 10 to get to the restaurant. He hopped out of his car to let her in, and felt a little woozy with the blood suddenly rushing from his head. Her already massive breasts now gigantic, and a veritable shelf of an ass following behind. Just before she got in, John could swear Jane gave a subtle bounce of her donk. As dinner started, they had a very fun conversation throughout, connecting on nearly every level. John noticed Jane seemed much more interested in everything about him, actually asking him questions instead of letting him lead the conversation the whole time.

John ordered steak, his usual go-to when dining out. Jane ordered some salmon. When they'd gotten lunch after the con, Jane had explained she was returning to an pescatarian diet so he'd mindfully picked a restaurant that had a variety of dietary offerings.

At some point, their conversation casually turned to their earlier drama, though the tone was positive and not gloomy.

"So, stop me if you'd rather have this conversation in a more private place," Jane looked around, but there really wasn't anyone in earshot and the waiter had recently checked in on their table to top off their waters. "but have you really been alone that long?" she asked, the concern plain on her face.

John blushed, "Yeah. I mean for the most part I was just focused on school or work, but never really found myself in a social situation with anyone I was all that attracted to. Add in all the bullying I had to endure over my chest and I just never felt like I'd find anyone who I wouldn't have to hide an aspect of myself with. You were the first person I ever even came close to feeling comfortable discussing it with, but I really scared you away with the mental health doom and gloom." he was frowning, not at Jane, but looking down at his plate shamefully. She could tell he was lost, recounting every single event he could think of where he 'failed' whether or not she remembered it as such. Jane's heart sunk. She had to lift him up out of the mire.

Jane reached out and grabbed John's left hand tightly with both her hands. She drew in close and pulled it to her chest. Which felt a little closer to the table than it would have a week ago. "Hey, you don't have to worry about that. Don't mistake me for a slut but I've had a few different types of romantic relationships, tried monogamy, polyamory, but the love triangle didn't really suit me. It kinda sounds like you got the best of both worlds." His fingertips were brushing against her skin, sending subtle electrical sparks toward her belly. "You should have told me sooner, it really isn't that big of a deal you know." she felt his hand tremble ever so slightly.

"I was hoping to steer the conversation there when we were at the beach, but then your jerk ass boss had to go an be a fuckface. You know I really wanted to send you a meme that referenced it too? There's this dumb weeb "boys on discord when they say "$20 is $20" meme." Basically someone mashed up another song to an anime music video about a girl that gets a crush on a new boy that transfers to her high school. But when she goes to look for him after class she can't find him, but does see an unfamiliar tall girl hanging around at different cafes. The song hits right as the girl puts two and two together, on a transition shot where she mentally realizes he's crossdressing. I wanted to send something like "Me when another guy is a fucking creep to a girl" but it would take way too long to set up that meme, and it felt way too personal for how little we know eachother."

Jane giggled. She knew exactly which meme he was referencing. It used the song Moonlight. If she didn't know it was a self-deprecating joke on John's part it would probably be funnier.

"How long have you been dealing with it all?" she asked, the contact of his warm skin on her palms felt comforting.

"Since about when I was a teenager, my chest just kinda got weird and my family all started talking about what would need to be done to fix it. I didn't really want to, other than the fact that I knew it wasn't normal as other guys would bully me, my friends included. But over the years those friends have apologized and I don't think I can remember the last time they made a comment about it. It's just hard not to live with that internalization, 'No woman is ever gonna wanna fuck you with bigger tits than them' even though it's 2024 and there's a whole spectrum of genders and expressions out there. I just never felt like more than a basic-ass guy with a shitty stat roll in life."

Jane wanted to throw him down right then and there and make him feel like the man he deserved to feel like. But they were still at the restaurant. She leaned in, obscuring his hand in her ample cleavage "Hey I'm going to remove your hand but its not from the story, we should probably get going to your place before we go a little further." she winked. He nodded in agreement, she could practically see the cartoon stars circling his head. "I do have to clear the air on one thing though. I uh...nothing really happened with my boss. I just wasn't in a social mood and I had plans literally the next weekend." she frowned, fully expecting John to be mad.

"I kinda had a feeling, especially after you posted the pics with your friend." he smirked bleakly. He was a little hurt, but as long as he played his cards right he had her hook line and sinker.

She gently released his hand as she felt a quick poke 'you damn sneak!' she thought, suppressing a laugh. As they got the check, Jane started winking a little harder, like she had something stuck in her eye.

"Are you ok?" John asked. "Yeah my contact is just bein kinda weird and it's bugging me, mind if I go to the bathroom for a few minutes to fix it before we go back?"

"Of course not, take as much time as you need. I'm not going anywhere." he beamed as Jane's heart fluttered. How did she not see how goddamn cute he was before? He was like a shaggy golden retriever.

His eyes followed her full hips as they swayed toward the area of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. He wasn't mad per se, but he did want to eke out a little bit of punishment for all the emotional turmoil she'd put him through as a result of that. And if he hadn't changed things with the app, he wouldn't even be here in the first place.

After a few days of leveling up, he had unlocked a new menu. "Scenario writer" It looked like he was allowed to create a 'campaign' of any size for a subject, and they would carry it out without question. He didn't have tons of time, but he needed to choose something fitting. He decided something that wasn't painful, but merely kinda embarrassing would be best.

Scenario:

Jane has a full bladder!

• As Jane approaches a range of 5 minutes of John's apartment, the pressure in her bladder will grow.
• She will never spill a drop outside of a toilet, but will feel close to bursting
• Upon being let into John's apartment, she will rush for the bathroom, not close the door and relieve herself standing up.
• Will invite him to watch, but question his motives without judgement

As he hit "apply" he questioned his own motives. It wasn't the fluid he really spared a thought about, it was more the act and how it differed from something that was everyday so normal to him -- and even her inversely.

He checked on her To Do list, but she had already put "Fuck John" on the list herself.

John backed out of the app, and signed for the check. Jane returned to the table with her glasses on. "The contacts were annoying me so I just took them out completely. Hope you don't mind glasses." John made a "rrrRRRRoow" sound like a cat. She was totally giving off slutty librarian vibes and he was all here for it. She giggled, a hint of a blush playing across her cheeks.

They left the restaurant. Sure enough, right on queue about 5 minutes from John's apartment, he noticed Jane's conversation became a little more distracted. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jane squirming a little bit. "You good?" he asked. "Yeah...sure. Just uh, I was too distracted with my contacts and forgot to go pee before we left. Sorry if that's TMI but I don't really care right now" He could see her squeeze her legs together even tighter.

"We're right around the corner, just please don't ruin my seats" he said half-jokingly. He knew she wouldn't; but that didn't mean he wanted her to get the idea he'd be ok with it. He noticed her bouncing her right leg as the gate opened as slow as possible. As he slammed his car into park, Jane nearly lept out of the car. "Which way to your apartment?" she asked frantically. Taking a few long-legged strides, he pointed up a single flight of stairs. He sprinted upstairs and fumbled for the key while she did an awkward closed-knee crabwalk. He opened the door, and she practically sprinted for the entrance while he pointed to the open-door bathroom.

As planned, she didn't close the door, as he heard the sound of the toilet seat impact the back of the toilet, he closed the front door and turned around to see her wrenching her dress up, holding it back with her thumbs, and squatting directly over his toilet. He stood, transfixed. As she let out a sigh of relief, she looked over. "Damn, not even gonna close the door for me? You're not into pee stuff are you?" she wrinkled her nose. He didn't really strike her as that type, but being an adult virgin with years of access to the internet had to've warped him in more ways than just your basic hentai. The musical chime of her pee filling the silence.

"N-no, not really? It's less about the pee and more about the difference between us?" he stuttered out.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, from my perspective, as a thought experiment sometimes I like to think 'what if I woke up tomorrow and it was a reality I was born a full woman instead of some awkward inbetween?' and then I think of how my day would go. Even just the simple stuff like using the restroom or soaping up and washing off. But I would never want to actually become that via science. I'm perfectly comfortable being a guy. That being said if either one of us had a magic app where we could control reality, I'd probably toggle over for a little while just to get a feel of things and then toggle back. Kinda like Ranma 1/2. It's confusing as hell -- I know."

This guy has definitely read waaaaay too much body swap hentai. Guess I don't blame him if he's never known a feminine touch... she thought, as she grabbed a strip of toilet paper and wiped herself off, tossing it in the toilet and giving it a flush, then closing the lid. The sound of flushing water seemed to shock John back to life, as he bolted for the living room. "I'm gonna get anime loaded up!" he hurriedly barked. She smirked. He barely saw anything; at least nothing that a couple living in the same apartment didn't occasionally witness. Maybe some day if he could learn to satisfy her, there might be more opportunities for him to become comfortable around it.

John's dick hurt. Keeping it pent up in his pants was agony, but he had to weather this out. He was so close. Every breath felt like visible steam.

[Quick note: sometimes random things get starred out, I haven't been able to track down exactly why that is. I suspect it's the italics formatting but there's no 'censorship' or anything like that which I'm aware of. If I see any weird formatting issues I fix them as quick as possible.]