Realizations big and small.

When I wake the next morning, I'm thankful that it's Saturday and I can keep cuddling with the cutie I seem to have taken home yesterday. She smells so nice... Putting my nose into her hair, I take a deep breath and let my hand run over her stomach. And as I feel fingers caress my, or rather Joy's, toned abs, I'm briefly confused and then wide awake. The memories of yesterday come crashing back. So it wasn't a fever dream, my dick really did turn into a woman. But somehow, I'm not really upset, particularly as Joy grabs my hand and squeezes it lightly. This just feels... nice.

"Mornin'..." Joy mumbles, snuggling against me.

As I groan contentedly and snuggle back, I feel my sore nipples press into Joy's shoulderblades. Why are they sore, exactly? I'm not going to grow little women from them, too, am I? I can't help but grin to myself - with all the insanity of yesterday, it doesn't actually seem completely impossible. And while I do feel a hint of trepidation at the prospect, at least with Joy it worked out rather well. So far.

What hasn't worked out is the fact that I didn't remember to change the sheets yesterday after our little sexcapade with my controller. My left calf is stuck to the formerly wet, sticky spot of our juices, now only sticky and feeling kinda gross. Now I face a little dilemma - besides the one where my cock has turned into a woman I find myself falling in love with, of course: Do I move and risk fully waking Joy or do I just bear with it? Luckily, as Joy squirms a little and I can feel her perfect chest brushing over the covers, I'm presented with another solution, hopefully enjoyable for both of us.

"Mmh-hmm~... so you did like what you saw yesterday..." Arching her back, Joy pushes against my hand as I cup her left breast and squeeze gently.

"How could I not?" I murmur into her ear, bringing my other hand to Joy's right boob where she squeezes it encouragingly, the nipples stiffening under my palms. "They're perfect..."

Definitely enjoyable for both of us. It's kind of like taking care of morning wood, except more sensual, with Joy moaning and sighing... okay, it's not all that much like taking care of morning wood. It's way better. I roll us on my back, with Joy lying on top of me, and keep going to town on her breasts. They're so big and soft and sensitive, and I can feel everything I do to them as if they were my own, their nips throbbing and pulsing under my hands, and my nipples, the ones on my flat, male chest, ache and throb as if in sympathy. But as Joy moves her free hand towards our crotch and the damp slit waiting there, I think nothing of it and decide to just enjoy this weird, lustful, two-party masturbation.

"Mmh~, best way to start the day..." Joy mewls as she teases our outer labia before slipping her middle finger between them, making us gasp in unison. "Fffuuuck~..."

"Y'can say--god! That again..." Groaning, I move my hips to meet Joy's teasing fingers, our clit brushing against her palm as it begins to engore and slip from its hood. "Wanking nnh-never felt this good..."

"If you're gonna be this crass, I'll have to shut you up..." Joy whispers as she twists her body to look up at me, stretching to reach my lips - and I'm happy to bridge the remaining distance. "Mmmfh~..."

As Joy's smell fills my nose once again, I begin gyrating my hips while Joy teases our entrance. Our clit, now fully hard and throbbing, grinds against Joy's palm, making the breath hitch in my throat and in Joy's; this whole shared senses thing is still driving me wild, and I think it always will. Just having tits... no, feeling everything Joy feels on hers is already insane, but feeling something enter me... us... it's so alien still, and absolutely sublime. Then again, this all started yesterday. No wonder I'm not used to it.

"Mnhaah~..." Breaking off the kiss, Joy let's her hot breath wash over my face. I'd have expected morning breath, and I probably have it something fierce, but somehow, Joy avoided that and thankfully doesn't comment on mine. Instead, she penetrates into our depths with one finger. "You like~?"

"Fffghaawd~..."

"I'll take that as a--mmh! As a yes..."

My legs are trembling as Joy gently spreads our slick, twitching tunnel, first one, then two more fingers joining the third. There's an aching emptiness in there, an itch that even three digits can't quite scratch, and for the first time in my life, I find myself fantasizing about something big, thick and throbbing spreading me open wide, pushing into me again and again, someone sucking on my titties while he rails me... Joy's moans keep mingling with mine, unabashedly announcing our pleasure. I've never been so vocal when masturbating, but this seems much more like sex, seeing as there's two people involved, but we're basically siamese twins that aren't actually related - the whole situation is beyond anything I've ever even thought about. Then again, I haven't been very loud during sex, either.

"Haannh..." With our juices dripping down my ass and into the sheets, we're making a whole new wet spot - at least we only have to one set, then. "Mmnnyees~..."

Joy writhes on top of me, and with myself feeling so good, so bathed in pleasure, I can barely tell which moans belong to whom. Gasping and sucking in hiccups of breath, I can only marvel how different this is to jacking off. There, you have this peak you're chasing, a target to reach. You go higher and higher, you crest it, feel like the king of the world, and then you tumble down again. Now, with our pussy squelching and slurping around Joy's fingers, it's more like being in the ocean, waves made of pleasure carrying us with them. I would almost be content to just let them wash over me, luxuriate in the sensations, but I know from yesterday that these waves will become higher and longer until they wash away all thought, making us tremble and twitch... So in a way, we do have a target, but the way there seems that much more enjoyable.

"Oh god, yes!" But maybe it's the company that makes everything feel better. Right now, I can think of no one I'd rather share this with than Joy. "Oh Matt, I'm so close... I... we're so wet..."

And if Joy is close, so am I. Humping Joy's hand buried deep inside our twitching snatch, I can feel her breasts jiggle under my hands as I work to heighten our pleasure, the last, biggest wave building to crash down on us. Excited breaths wash over our lips, we squirm and writhe and buck as Joy goes from teasing to properly fingerfucking us, I squeeze and pull and maul our tits, biting my lower lip to keep from screaming in lust, and then it comes crashing down, the wave of pure bliss that washes away all thoughts like with pure, white light. I can't even make a sound as we arch our backs, but Joy makes more than enough noise for both of us as she practically shrieks in pleasure.

When we finally recover, weak and sweaty and breathing hard from our shared climax, Joy pulls me into another deep kiss, one which I find myself sink into unquestioningly, bringing one hand to her cheek before digging it into her hair. As our lips slide over each other and our tongues dance, questing forth into each others mouths, I feel a little dizzy, and it's not just because of the mindblowing orgasm or the fact that I can feel both sets of lips taking part in this kiss, which is rather disorienting; it's also because my lips seem to be more sensitive than yesterday. Or ever, for that matter.

"That was nice~..." Joy breathes when we finally have enough of this kiss - which obviously took a while. "Can we start every day like this?"

"Only if we get up half an hour early during the week..." I murmur, letting my hand slide over Joy's side, making both of us shiver sensually. "Other than that, I'm all for it."

But there's another issue with doing this every day: It has to do with our juices and my ass. Yep, the soaked sheets clinging to my posterior are kind of a mood-killer...