Shall we get dressed then.

Chapter Four: Getting Dressed

Dick stood in the middle of the living room, eyes gleaming with the sharp, insatiable curiosity of a scientist who had just been handed the most exquisite specimen imaginable. His new body—Sally’s voluptuous form—was a treasure trove of sensory data, and he intended to catalog every filthy detail.

“Fascinating,” he murmured in Sally’s husky voice, already breathing a little faster. “The endocrine system in this vessel is remarkably efficient at producing arousal. I must document this thoroughly.”

Without hesitation, he peeled off the blouse, letting the heavy breasts spill free. They bounced heavily, full and pendulous, with thick pink nipples that stiffened instantly in the air. Dick’s hands—elegant and long-fingered—descended on them like a researcher claiming new territory. He squeezed, lifted, and weighed them, thumbs flicking across the sensitive buds. “Note the immediate capillary response… the way they tighten and ache.” He pinched harder, twisting the nipples until a needy whimper escaped his lips. Pleasure jolted straight down to his core.

He turned, sliding his palms over the generous curve of Sally’s ass, spreading the cheeks slightly to inspect. “Exceptional gluteal muscle tone combined with subcutaneous fat distribution. Perfect for… gripping.” A firm slap made the flesh ripple, and Dick moaned softly at the sting.

Then the shorts and panties came off. Naked now, he spread his stance wide, completely unashamed as Tommy and Harry stared with rock-hard erections straining in their pants. Dick’s fingers trailed down over the smooth mound, parting the puffy, already glistening lips of Sally’s pussy. “The labia minora are highly vascularized,” he observed clinically, even as his voice grew thick with lust. He rubbed two fingers up and down the slick folds, then pressed firmly on the swollen clit, circling it with deliberate, scientific pressure. “Clitoral response is instantaneous. So much wetness… this body is a perfect arousal machine.”

He plunged a finger inside, feeling the velvety walls clench greedily. “Tight. Hot. Self-lubricating at the slightest provocation.” A second finger joined the first, pumping slowly as he continued his perverted examination, thumb working the clit in tight circles. Juices coated his hand.

Tommy and Harry were breathing heavily, cocks visibly throbbing.

Dick looked at them with half-lidded, hungry eyes, still knuckle-deep in Sally’s dripping cunt. “If you want photographs for later analysis… or any specific requests while I have full access to this anatomy, now is the optimal time. Speak up, gentlemen. Science demands thorough data collection.”

What followed was a heated, slutty dress-up montage. The boys eagerly raided Sally’s closet, feeding Dick outfit after outfit while he posed, touched, and commented like a deranged scientist in heat.

First, the tiny red sundress. Dick slipped it on, the hem barely covering his ass. He bent over, inspecting how the fabric rode up to expose his wet pussy. “Excellent accessibility,” he noted, reaching back to spread himself for a better look while Tommy and Harry adjusted the straps and groped his tits “for proper fit.”

Next came the tight black mini-skirt and sheer white top with no bra. Dick’s hard nipples poked obscenely through the fabric. He sat, spread his legs, and fingered himself again while Harry zipped the skirt. “The restriction of movement heightens sensitivity,” he groaned, pumping his fingers faster.

Then the low-cut halter and Daisy Dukes that created a blatant camel toe, the seam digging right against his clit. Dick rubbed himself through the denim, moaning loudly. “Friction coefficient is ideal for prolonged stimulation.”

Outfit after slutty outfit—fishnets, crop tops that barely contained his breasts, a sheer babydoll that left nothing to the imagination—each one more revealing, each one accompanied by Dick’s running commentary on how it made Sally’s body leak and throb.

Finally, he chose the tight mini-skirt and sheer top. Dick dropped roughly into the armchair, legs splayed obscenely wide. “Enough preparation,” he growled, yanking the skirt up. Three fingers slammed into his soaked pussy, thrusting hard and fast while his other hand mauled a breast, pinching the nipple viciously. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as he fucked himself without mercy, hips bucking, breasts jiggling wildly.

“Oh fuck— this cunt is incredible,” Dick gasped, eyes rolling back. “So greedy. So responsive. I need to study every orgasm this body can produce…”

Tommy and Harry stood frozen, painfully hard, watching their High Commander lose himself in perverted scientific discovery.

To be continued in Chapter Five…