Eric

Eric was still lost in a fog of pure lust when the new change hit her.

She was on her back on the couch, legs wrapped tightly around Travis’s waist as he thrust deep into her. Her red hair was splayed out, her short pink dress long since pushed up around her neck. Every powerful stroke made her moan loudly, her body rocking with the rhythm.

Then her breasts transformed.

The Hypersensitive change flooded her chest with overwhelming sensitivity. What had been pleasurable before became electric. Every bounce of her breasts from Travis’s thrusts sent jolts of intense pleasure straight to her core. Even the air moving across her stiff nipples felt like teasing fingers.

“Oh fuck— Travis!” she cried out, back arching hard. Her hypersensitive breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, the slightest jiggle sending waves of ecstasy through her. She grabbed them instinctively, but that only made it worse — the touch of her own hands was almost too much.

Travis groaned, eyes locked on her chest. “Holy shit, they look even better now…”

He leaned down and sucked one sensitive nipple into his mouth. The sensation was devastating. Eric screamed in pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around his cock as an orgasm ripped through her almost instantly.

“Yes— yes— don’t stop sucking them!” she begged, legs shaking. Every lick, every gentle bite, every brush of his tongue felt like pure lightning. Her hypersensitive breasts had turned her entire body into one giant erogenous zone.

Travis fucked her harder, switching from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking while his hips slammed into her. Eric was lost. All she could do was moan and babble.

“I was made for this,” she gasped between cries. “Made to be fucked… made to feel this good for you… my tits— they feel so fucking good when you play with them—”

Another orgasm crashed over her, even stronger than the last. Her hypersensitive breasts bounced and shook with every thrust, amplifying everything. She didn’t care how loud she was being. She didn’t care that the curtains were open or that anyone walking by might see her getting railed senseless.

This was her purpose. Pleasing Travis. Taking his cock. Feeling overwhelming pleasure through her perfect, sensitive body.

Travis finally groaned and buried himself deep, filling her again. Eric came with him, shuddering violently as her hypersensitive breasts continued to send aftershocks through her with every little movement.

Even after he collapsed on top of her, panting, Eric kept her arms around him, gently pressing her chest against his. Every tiny shift of skin on skin sent little sparks of pleasure through her.

She kissed his neck softly, already thinking about the next round.

This is perfect, she thought dreamily. I was literally made to be his perfect woman.