The Smell

Jack arrived home, his eyes enjoying the view as he found Kara in the kitchen wearing only a lace bra and panties. The scent of dinner cooking wafted through the air, but it was her presence that truly captured his attention. Her curves were accentuated by the delicate fabric, framing her breasts and hips like a work of art.

"Hey Jack," Kara greeted him with a sultry smile. As she stepped around the counter, Jack's eyes were drawn to the growing bulge in her lace panties. He could feel an overwhelming attraction pulsing within him, unable to tear his gaze away from her new feature.

"You're... bigger," he stammered, cheeks flushing crimson. Kara cocked her head, smirking as she approached him. She assumed the virus must be affecting his perception of cocks, making him more attracted to them. As she wrapped her arms around him, her confined breasts pressed against his side, and he could feel her bulge pushing against his leg. Jack tensed up, pulling away earlier than normal, a flicker of fear mingling with his newfound attraction.

"Is something wrong, babe?" Kara asked innocently, her voice dripping with seduction. Something inside her found it increasingly hot to tease him. Jack shook his head, struggling to regain his composure. He couldn't help but steal glances at her cock as she returned to cooking, humming a song and lightly dancing. Her voluptuous tits and ass swayed hypnotically with her movements, but Jack found himself even more captivated by her panty bulge.

As they sat down to eat, Jack noticed he could no longer taste the food, his appetite subdued by a mixture of fear and excitement about what this transformation meant for their relationship. In contrast, Kara seemed ravenous, devouring her portion, his, and what would have been leftovers. Between mouthfuls, she regaled him with details of her day: the sensations of her first orgasm, the differences in her second, and how her balls felt squishy and floppy. Jack's arousal grew with each explicit revelation, his mind conjuring vivid images of Kara's cock.

"Can you imagine how much bigger it is now?" Kara asked playfully, a wicked gleam in her eyes. Jack could only nod, his throat dry as he became lost in daydreams of the new object of his desires.

"Hey, babe," Kara said, snapping Jack out of his trance. "I was wondering... how do you... masturbate? I've given handjobs before, but when I tried it today, nothing came out." Her eyes flickered with curiosity and mischief.

"Uh, well..." Jack stammered, feeling heat rise to his face as he considered her question. He watched, captivated, as Kara led him into the living room, displaying an unusual level of dominance that only served to heighten his arousal. She peeled off her lace panties, revealing her small cock and dangling ball-sack in all their glory. Her cock was probably 4 inches now, give or take, Jack had a hard time focusing. Her ball-sack was like a plastic back with a couple of marbles in it, and hung down between her legs maybe 6 inches. It would have looked disgusting to Jack if his brain wasn't so addled by a virus.

"Like this?" she asked, reclining on the couch, taking care to not sit on her new tiny balls, and teasingly caressing her new member. Jack, battling a sudden urge to breathe in the scent of her throbbing cock, opted instead for the safety of the recliner across the room.

"Come closer!" Kara pouted, but Jack shook his head.

"From here is fine," he replied, trying to sound confident despite the tremor in his voice. "I'll guide you."

"Alright," she sighed, her fingers dancing along the length of her shaft. "So, what do I do?"

"First, find the sensitive spots," Jack instructed, his gaze glued to her every movement. "Gently stroke them and see how it feels."

"Everything's sensitive!" Kara interrupted, her voice a mixture of wonder and frustration. "It's like my entire cock is one big pleasure zone!"

"Then just... grip it gently, and slowly move your hand up and down," Jack suggested, swallowing hard as he watched Kara follow his instructions. Her breasts, barely contained by her bra, jiggled enticingly with each stroke, and Jack felt his mouth water at the sight.

"Like this?" she moaned, her eyes closing as she leaned back, lost in the sensations.

"Y-yes," Jack stuttered, entranced by the erotic display before him. As Kara's moans grew louder and more intense, he felt his own arousal reach a fever pitch.

"Ah! Oh, god!" she cried out suddenly, her body tensing as she reached climax. A spurt of liquid shot across the room, evidence that her cock had developed enough to ejaculate. Her face flushed with excitement, she jumped up and down, pointing at the glistening splatter on the floor.

"Jack, look! I did it!" she exclaimed, grinning wildly. "I wonder... does this mean I can pee standing up?"

With that, she dashed to the bathroom, leaving Jack to listen to the triumphant sound of glee that dissolved into a fit of giggles. The next step in their new relationship just having been taken, whether for better or worse remained uncertain.

The pool of cum, gleaming like a forbidden treasure on the hardwood floor, held Jack's gaze with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Trembling, he reached for a tissue, his breath hitching as he wiped up the viscous liquid. The faint sound of Kara's laughter, punctuated by playful "pew" "pew" noises, drifted from the bathroom, but it was background noise now – merely static to the symphony of temptation that played within him.

His heart pounded, a **** chorus urging him to indulge, as he hesitated over the trash can. Slowly, hesitantly, he brought the tissue to his nose and inhaled. The scent struck like a bolt of lightning, rich and vibrant, awakening a hunger he had never known before. It was intoxicating, maddening, every fiber of his being screaming for more.

"Jack!" Kara's voice called from the bathroom, her tone jubilant. "Come look!"

"One sec," he replied hastily, dropping the tissue as if it burned him. His face felt hot, shame and arousal warring within him. He couldn't let her see how these new attractions affected him – how they threatened to consume him whole.

"You look flustered." Kara asked, stepping out of the bathroom with her tiny cock still in hand, aiming it playfully at invisible targets. Her "pew" "pew" noises were at once endearing and infuriating, a reminder of the innocence she still retained despite the changes wrought upon her body.

"Y-yeah," Jack stammered, averting his eyes from her transformed form. "I'm just… really tired."

"Alright," she said, sounding disappointed but understanding. "Sleep well, Jack."

"Thanks," he muttered, slipping past her into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. He sank onto the bed, his body weighed down by the emotional turmoil that swirled within him.

As night fell, Jack's sleep was fitful and restless. Sweat beaded on his skin, soaking the sheets as he tossed and turned. In the darkness, fragments of dreams flickered through his mind – images of Kara's cock, the scent of her cum, the sound of her moans echoing in his ears. He could not escape them, these twisted desires that held him captive.