Things escalate

Katie covers her mouth with her palm, giggling into it. It was a sound that, up until now, Tony didn't realize how much he'd missed.

"I can't believe it. We're really doing this. But..."

She pauses, her expression wavering, and he watches her gaze go from him down to her crotch then back to him.

"There's something you're going to have to know, Tony. I know that you're uncomfortable with all of this, still trying to get used to things, but it's important."

"Shoot," Tony says, looking uncertainly at her.

Katie presses her palms together, looking nervously around the room, before finally returning his gaze.

"Maybe... maybe it'd be better if I just showed you."

One of Katie's hands moves uncertainly to her pants and begins to undo the button and zipper of her jeans. Tony can see the hesitance in her movements, how slow she's working through the motions. He clears his throat, causing her to look up at him.

"Are you nervous?"

"I'm terrified you'll change your mind about all this," Katie concedes.

"Let's... let's do this together, then. Maybe it's a bit early for this kind of thing, but I think it's only fair. Go from the top."

Nodding, Katie begins to shrug off the plaid shirt, stripping one arm of the clothing and then the other, as she places it next to her, reaching to the edges of her white undershirt, pulling it up and over. Tony followed suit, unbuttoning his green polo, then lifting it over his head to drop next to him. They look at each other for a moment, each taking in the sight of the other.

Katie's physique is as exquisite as Tony had assumed it would be. Every muscle, every sinew, of her looks as if it could've been sculpted from marble, her tan skin highlighting all the work she'd put in over the years to obtain the rippling form before him. Every inch of her - from her broad shoulders, bulging biceps, thick arms, down to her washboard stomach - is the definition of perfection. Katie had always been beautiful but this was something else entirely.

"You're gorgeous," he says, in complete awe.

"You don't mind it?" Katie asks and the doubt in her tone is palpable. "I wasn't sure if buff girls were something you liked since you never mentioned it before. I guess maybe I was hoping the fact that it was me would've been enough to do the trick if you weren't."

"Hell yeah it makes it better," Tony says, his face beginning to flush. "I, uh, just wish I could be as appealing."

He's painfully aware that between the two of them he isn't much to look at. There isn't an ounce of fat on him, but there's no definition either. At best he's wiry, almost skeletal thin, and he can't imagine that his rib cage so close to the surface of his skin would make anyone excited.

"Don't say that," Katie shakes her head vigorously. "You're great."

"Not sure I follow that," Tony says with a frown.

"I... kind of like the fact you're smaller," Katie says. "Don't take it the wrong way, but it's kind of hot you're not as strong either."

Tony blinks at her and Katie's face plunges into a deep rouge of its own.

"I just like the idea of having you let me wrap my arms around you and cuddling with you. I know, it's weird."

"Sounds like a fun time," Tony says, trying to let her own her embarrassment. "Can't wait."

"Anyway..." Katie murmurs, looking down at her pink bra, pressing the fabric against herself. "I hope, um, my boobs don't bother you."

"Why would they?"

Puberty hadn't exactly gifted Katie much. She was a B cup in his universe and the amount of exercising that she did had brought the fat down further to an A here. He almost wanted to question the point of the bra altogether, but kicked himself for how rude it would sound.

"Makes me feel like a guy sometimes," Katie says, huffing a bit. "I don't know. Maybe I'll get implants some day-"

"I told you you were gorgeous earlier already, didn't I?" Tony says, trying to ease her nerves. Here he was, thinking that he'd have to justify himself more to her than the other way around, but on some level he doesn't mind playing comforter. "Maybe you don't feel that way, but trust me, I'm not complaining."

"..."

Katie smiles but says nothing, moving her hands towards her pants once more. Her fingers stop again and she looks down before coming back up to look at him.

"H-how about you go first. Is that okay?"

Suddenly, it feels like a stone has dropped into Tony's stomach as he kicks off his shoes, then reaches down to peel off his socks, as he at last comes to the button and zipper of his beige khakis. He goes slowly, deliberately so, as he drags the pants down his legs and onto the floor. He's incredibly nervous now and has absolutely zero idea on what to do. Tony's never gotten fully nude in front of someone he's been serious about before.

He stands there, fingers at the waistband of his boxers as he looks at Katie. Her eyes are at rapt attention watching his hand and she bites her lower lip in anticipation.

"Just... promise not to laugh."

His heart is slamming into his chest as he slips the undergarment down with both hands, letting it fall to the floor. Tony stands there in his birthday suit in front of Katie, the paleness of his skin contrasting with the sheen of sweat he's suddenly aware is ghosting his skin. He's never had to show off in front of another person before and the tension that's suddenly fallen on top of him like a stack of bricks is overwhelming.

"It- it gets bigger, alright?" Tony rambles, looking away from her and to the opposite wall. "I've measured before and after."

3" without anything going on and 5" erect will never set someone's world on fire. He understands that much.

"Not about the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean," Katie says dismissively, taking in the sight of his manhood. "Just because it could be bigger doesn't mean it'd be better."

"I'm just glad you're not disappointed," Tony coughs, not wanting to look at her.

"It's part of you," Katie says, the movement of her shaking her head visible out of the corner of his eye. "Why would I be?"

Tony can feel himself smile at that.

"Now..." she clears her throat and at last Tony turns back to her. Her expression now looks haunted, as she unbuttons and unzips her jeans, using a hand to slip off her sneakers. "...Just promise me something, okay?"

"Okay," Tony blinks at her. "What's up?"

"Promise me that no matter what you think, you're not going to be upset."

His confusion must be written all over his face as Katie closes her eyes, drawing in a deep breath.

"I don't want to lose you after we're just starting together."

She begins to lower the jeans onto the floor in front of her and Tony watches silently. At last the only thing that remains is her light pink panties as she shakily drags the cute underwear down past her ankles and lets it drop. When she does so, Tony finally understands just why it is that Katie's been so concerned with approaching him like this.

Her penis is enormous, putting his to shame, and he has to admit that he admires how well she managed to tuck it away. It's easily 10 inches flaccid, leading down to her ankle, prominent veins bulging along its length. It's thick too; easily 3 or 4 inches across. If that weren't all, her impressive member sits atop a clean-shaven scrotum, her low hanging testicles moving this way and that as she adjusts her position nervously under his enraptured gaze.

"Uh... wow."

Tony isn't sure what else to say, but Katie's eyes stare into him like a hawk. She presses her hands against her face, covering her eyes, as she looks away from him in shame.

"I'm sorry," she says hoarsely. "I shouldn't have jumped into things so soon. I know... I know you said you can try to change, but this is probably overwhelming."

He has to admit he feels slightly lightheaded as he looks at her, then her junk, as he involuntarily gulps. He tries to imagine what riding her might feel like and all he can come up with in his mind as a description is 'cucumber.'

"I'll do whatever you want," Katie continues, lowering her fingers and staring at him with a haunted expression. "Say the word and I'll try to make it easier for you. Hell, if you want, I can be a bottom forever. Please... just don't leave, okay?"

Tony wordlessly moves over to her and lowers himself to meet her gaze. He pulls into another embrace and begins to stroke her long braid, kissing her cheek.

"Stop. There's nothing to apologize for. Even if you could change yourself, I wouldn't want you to."

Still, Tony tries not to focus on the excited twitching underneath him as he holds his new paramour.

"We'll figure it out together, I promise."

"You're not scared?" Katie whispers in his ear.

"...I mean, I won't lie," Tony says honestly. "I kind of am. But I know you'd never hurt me on purpose. Plus, if I have to get used to things around here, it'd be nice to brag about how hung my girlfriend is."

Tony feels her slap his back playfully, knocking the wind out of him at the ****.

"Asshole."