First Offer

Kylie turned the water off with a soft click. Steam still clung to the clear glass as she pushed the door open and stepped out onto the mat, completely unhurried. Water ran in thin rivulets down her freckled shoulders, over the soft full curves of her breasts, along the gentle slope of her stomach. Her ginger hair hung heavy and dark down her back. She reached for a towel but didn’t rush to cover herself. Instead she stood there for a moment, wringing water from the ends of her hair, completely comfortable under your stare.

Your eyes locked on her chest first. The soft weight of her breasts, pink nipples still tight from the cool air after the hot shower, the way they shifted when she moved. Heat pooled low in your gut. Your cock stirred hard against the front of your shorts.

Then your gaze dropped lower.

Between her thighs, heavy and flushed from the hot water, hung a thick, soft cock that looked distinctly bigger than you expected. It swayed slightly as she shifted her weight, the head smooth and pink, the shaft resting against her freckled thigh. Even soft it had a solid, substantial presence that made your mouth go dry.

You stared.

Kylie followed your eyes and let out a soft, breathy giggle. She didn’t cover herself. She simply stood there, one hand still working through her wet hair, the other resting casually on her hip.

“Oh,” she said, voice light. “Yeah. That.”

You swallowed. Your own cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your zipper. “How… how did it get so big? I don’t remember it looking like that.”

She stepped closer, water still beading on her skin, and glanced down at herself with a fond little smile. “It’s not bigger, silly. It’s the same size it’s always been.” She looked up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just lost all the extra man-shape. Thinner waist, narrower hips, less bulk everywhere else. Same cock… it just looks hung now because the rest of me got smaller and softer.”

The words hit in a strange, heated way. Your face flushed. She kept smiling, completely unbothered by her own nakedness or the way her thick soft cock hung between you.

“Want to compare?” she asked, voice almost playful. “Side by side. See the difference for yourself.” She reached out and gave the front of your shorts a light, teasing tug. “Come on. Shorts off. I know you’re hard. Let’s put them next to each other.”

Your heart hammered. The idea of standing there, cock out, measuring yourself against the thick length hanging between her freckled thighs sent a sharp pulse of something that felt a lot like humiliation mixed with heat straight through you. You were already reaching for your waistband when a polite but firm knock sounded at the villa door.

“Mr. and Ms. guests?” a calm voice called. “Dr. Glasscock is ready for your first optimization session. Please come as you are. The injection is most effective when administered promptly upon arrival.”

Kylie let out a soft, disappointed little laugh and released your shorts. She grabbed two resort robes from the closet, tossed one to you, and slipped the other over her still-wet shoulders. The short hem did almost nothing to hide the heavy swing of her cock when she moved.

“Rain check on the comparison,” she murmured, eyes still glittering as she linked her arm through yours. “But we’re definitely coming back to that. I want you to see exactly how you measure up.”

You pulled the robe on over your still-hard cock. The fabric tented obviously. Kylie glanced down at it, then back to your face, and gave you the same soft, knowing smile she’d worn since childhood—only now it carried a new edge.

“Come on,” she said. “Time to meet Dr. Glasscock. First session. First injection. And after that… we can finish what we started.”

You walked beside her toward the medical wing, cock aching under the robe, the image of her thick, soft cock still burned into your mind, the promised comparison hanging between you like a live wire as the Caribbean night air brushed your skin and the soft glow of the medical building appeared ahead.