For the moment nothing, But Sharon will act

Simon smirked at Sharon's new appearance, the transformation settling over her like a veil lifted from a forgotten painting. She must have been quite the looker back in the day, though this version carried an extra polish—his doing, no doubt, from slipping in that word idealized. Curves amplified just enough to tip her from striking to irresistible, the kind of enhancement that made reality bend a little further in his favour. Seventeen years of assessing threats had taught him to spot potential; now, he was spotting opportunity, wrapped in a black sweater dress that hugged every new inch.

Gazing hungrily at his erection, Sharon found herself leaning closer, her mouth parting in soft pants and gasps as she inched toward Simon's cock, close enough that he could feel the warm rush of her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, sending a faint shiver up his spine.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Sharon closed her mouth and eyes, drawing in a deep, deliberate whiff through her nose, savouring Simon's scent like it was a forbidden indulgence she'd denied herself too long. The floral hint of her own aroma mingled with it, thickening the air between them.

Before she leaned in further, planting a soft, tentative kiss on the tip of his penis, her plump lips pressing with a reverence that bordered on worship, lingering just long enough to make his pulse quicken.

The contact was electric in its simplicity, a warm brush starting at the sensitive crown and radiating outward. Her lips, full and yielding from the transformation, felt like velvet, soft, pillowy, pressing up to his erection with subtle give. A faint slickness made the kiss glide smoothly, clinging just enough to tease. Heat bloomed where they met, her breath warm and ragged against him, laced with her floral scent and something primal. The pressure started light, tentative, then deepened slightly as she lingered, lips parting for a gentle suction that sent a shiver up his spine. It was reverent, not aggressive, the touch of devotion he'd commanded.

Simon caught the subtle vibration of her hum through the kiss, a quiet affirmation making him throb. Seventeen years of restraint held, but this tested it, coiling tight in his core as she pulled back, leaving a faint, cooling sheen.

Her emerald eyes flicked up to his for half a second, pupils wide and shadowed, before dropping back to her task. Sharon shifted forward in the chair, her breath grazing the underside of his shaft just below the head, warm and uneven. She pressed her lips there first, the contact firmer this time—a deliberate seal against the smooth skin, Sharon's mouth parting slightly to let the heat build. The vein pulsed under her touch as she held it, then released with a soft pop that echoed faintly in the quiet room.

Sharon shifted downward in measured steps, her kisses landing one after another along his length. At the thickest part near the base, she stayed longest, lips pressing tight around the width as her nostrils widened, pulling in his scent with short, sharp breaths that lifted her chest faster. A quiet groan slipped from her throat, dulled against his skin, before she eased back and leaned in halfway up the shaft. Her tongue flicked out quick, drawing a thin wet streak that chilled right away, heightening the nerves underneath and pulling a small jerk from Simon's hips.

Heading back up, Sharon followed the same line at a slower clip, her lips sliding across each vein and edge with steady ****—flattening first, then rounding to match the shape, letting go only after a light pull that yanked at his skin. The pattern grew even, every break leaving a warm spot that cooled into a prickling sensation, his erection stiffening bit by bit, pushing higher with each contact. A drop of precum formed at the head, staying hidden until her rise put it right against her bottom lip.

Her hands gripped hard in her lap by that point, knuckles turning white as fingers pressed into the dress material, her thighs tightening from the effort to stay put. The fabric inched higher with her movements, showing more of her firm legs, but Sharon held back, tied down by Simon's earlier words. He remained still, eyes locked on her actions with the steady watch he used for tense situations at work—noting the red flush rising along her neck, how her changed body rose and fell with quicker breaths, the room's air thickening, filled with her light flower smell and the sharp feel of his hold over her. Sharon stopped at the tip, lips close but not touching, then moved in without direction from him, the kiss going deeper as her tongue looped around the head in a drawn-out circle that shot a new spike through Simon's body.

Simon absorbed Sharon's tender administrations with the same measured calm he applied to everything else, but the build-up was undeniable now, coiling tight in his gut as her tongue circled and her lips pressed. As Simon began to feel climax building, and he found himself weighing options with the detached logic of someone assessing a situation gone sideways.

Where to finish in Sharon?

In Sharon's mouth, perhaps, shifting this into a proper blowjob where she took him deep, this former thorn in everyone's side swallowing eagerly without a second thought. Or on her face, pulling back at the last second to mark her transformed features with streaks of his release, her expression twisting into bliss because he'd made it so.

Next Simon considered her breasts instead, those full, heavy swells ideal for sliding between, her hands finally freed to press them together around him in a slick, rhythmic embrace. Then again, her ass held a certain appeal, Simon reflecting on how the old Sharon had always seemed to have a stick up there; why not replace it with something more satisfying, claiming that tight space until he spilled inside?

But that thought drifted lower, to her pussy, warm and waiting beneath the hiked-up dress, a place to bury himself deep and fill her completely, his cum impregnating if he willed it, turning the once-rigid neighbour into something far more pliant and permanent.