Taking a shower

Edward slumped against Lisa’s chest, his new body slick with sweat, trembling from the aftershocks. The mirror reflected their tangled forms: Lisa’s muscular frame pressed flush against Edward’s exaggerated curves, her cock still buried deep. A slow drip of cum trailed down Edward’s thigh.

Lisa nuzzled into the crook of Edward’s neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Still with me?” she murmured.

Edward could only nod, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Every nerve felt alight, hypersensitive.

Lisa pulled out with a wet sound, watching Edward’s pussy clench around nothing for a moment before collapsing onto the bed beside her. “Fuck,” Edward breathed, staring at the ceiling. His voice was soft, feminine.

“I’m gonna take a shower. When you’ve caught yourself, come join me.”, Lisa said, before vanishing to the bathroom.

Edward put his hand to where his cock had been.

The shower hissed behind the closed door, steam curling through the gap at the bottom. Edward flexed his fingers against his pussy, marveling at the slick heat beneath his touch. Every brush sent jolts through his oversensitive nerves, so different from his old body. He sat up with effort, his new breasts swaying heavily, nipples stiff from the cool air.

Lisa’s voice floated through the steam. “You coming?”

Edward wobbled to his feet, thighs still shaky. The mirror caught his reflection mid-step: the sway of his hips, the jiggle of his ass, the way his tits bounced with each movement. He paused, tracing a hand down his stomach, over the soft swell of his belly, lower. His fingers came away glistening.

The bathroom was thick with humidity, the glass shower door fogged except for a handprint where Lisa had braced herself. Edward slid it open, the heat enveloping him. Lisa stood under the spray, her back to him, water sluicing down her back, the muscles gone again, as she turned around, so was her dick. Replaced again by her pussy.

“Join me”, she said.

Edward entered the shower. The water sluiced over Edward's shoulders, erasing the ink from his back in dark rivulets. His breasts shrank first, the weight lifting as they deflated to modest curves. Then his hips narrowed, the jiggling mass of his ass tightening into firmer muscle. When he looked down, his cock was back, small again, nestled between his thighs. Lisa watched the transformation with a lazy smile, her fingers trailing through the runoff swirling at their feet.

"Guess playtime's over," she murmured, stepping closer. Their tongues meeting once more. He needs to change something about his actual body, Edward thought. Something permanent.