The mansion

But it might be hard in this oversexed body. You parked the Ferrari in the expansive garage, which housed a collection of luxury vehicles that gleamed under the soft lights. The sound of your bare feet echoed on the polished floor as you walked towards the house. The garage door closed behind you with a gentle thud. You wanted a shower and clothes that fit. Bruce had clothes for his female form of Bree you were certain.

As you approached the grand entrance, the door swung open to reveal Ezra, his face unreadable. "Good evening, Miss Bree. Mr. Maddox, your father called. He left a message that he's attending to some urgent matters and may not be back until next week. Do you need anything?”

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation at Victor’s absence. "I’m having a shower, layout some female clothes. I do not want any visitors ir phone calls. Tell anyone that does call that i am also away for the next two weeks.”

Ezra nodded and took your coat, his eyes flickering over your body with a hint of curiosity before he composed himself. "Of course, Miss Bree. I shall lay out an appropriate ensemble for you to change into. Would you like me to draw you a bath?"

You nodded gratefully and made your way upstairs to the master suite as Ezra turned on the bath then retired, closing the door to give you privacy. The bathroom was as opulent as you remembered from the game, with marble floors, a sunken tub big enough for four, and a walk-in shower with multiple jets. You peeled off the oversized shirt and pants, tossing them into a heap on the floor. The sight of your reflection in the full-length mirror made your heart race. Stripped bare, you couldn't deny the allure of your new form. Your hand played with your nipples, watching as they peaked and grew darker with arousal. You had to fight the urge to explore further.

You climbed into the bath. It was a spa bath!

You sighed as the warm water enveloped your body, the bubbles tickling your skin as they popped around you. You leaned back and closed your eyes, trying to wash away the events of the day. The water was scented with something floral and expensive, and it filled the room with a comforting aroma that seemed to soothe your frazzled nerves. You reached for the remote and turned on the jets, gasping as one aimed straight at your sex and sent a powerful pulse through your core. It felt so good, but you couldn't risk it. You hastily redirected the jet and focused on the other parts of your body, scrubbing away the sweat and the stickiness from your earlier encounters.

Maybe you could play… as long as you didnt cum. The thought teased your resolve As you soaked in the bath, the idea grew more tempting. You had to figure out how to handle this body without going over the edge. You could practice, get used to the sensations, maybe even find the line where pleasure stopped being overwhelming. You reached for the spa buttons.

You avoided the jet that threatened to push you over the edge and instead focused on the massaging ones that pummeled your back and legs. It felt heavenly, and you let out a contented sigh, your body melting into the bubbles. The water sloshed gently around you as you moved your legs, the warmth seeping into your muscles and making you feel more relaxed than you had in a long time. You had never realized how much tension you held until you felt it dissipate like this.

But the urge to play grew stronger. You had to be careful. You didn't want to extend your stay in this body by even a single day. Your hand hovered over your sex, the temptation almost too much to bear.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. You needed a distraction, something to keep your mind off the sweet release that was begging for your attention. You thought about the game, the mall, the night club and beach. The day job. Should you go out tomorrow? Likely you’d end up getting screwed. Bad idea.

As the water grew tepid, you climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your body. You stepped into the bedroom and found the clothes Ezra had laid out for you. A simple black tank top and a pair of white boxers.

Perfect for lounging. You slipped them on and flopped onto the bed, feeling the cool fabric of the shirt against your damp skin. Your thoughts drifted back to the game. If you went back to the bar that would mean facing John again. Your cheeks flushed at the memory of his rough hands on your body. You felt your nipples tighten under the shirt.

You couldn’t help but want to touch yourself again, just a little, to take the edge off. You lay back on the plush mattress and slid your hand into the boyshorts, your fingers finding your slick folds. You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep the moan that threatened to escape. You didn’t want to cum. That was the rule. But you could come so close, right? Just to feel a little bit of that sweet relief.

You began to rub your clit in slow, gentle circles, the fabric of the boyshorts adding a delicious friction. Your other hand played with your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they were as hard as the dismonds. The room grew hazier with each breath you took, the scent of the bath still lingering in the air. You thought about John’s cock, about how it had felt as it filled you up, stretched you wide. Your hips began to rock against your hand, seeking more pressure, more sensation.

You could almost feel him inside you again, his strong arms holding you down as he took you, claimed you. But you had to be careful. You couldn’t cum. You bit your lip harder, willing yourself to stop, but your body had a mind of its own. Your breathing grew ragged, your chest rising and falling as your hand moved faster and faster. Your eyes fluttered closed and a soft whine escaped your lips. It was too much.