Breakfast

David stood in front of the full-length mirror, breath hitching in a chest that was no longer broad and hairy. The Obsidian Severance hadn't just moved his mind; it had ripped the floodgates wide open.

I need to get dressed and get breakfast, he thought. No Lucy thought. The impulse hit like a physical itch scratching right behind her clit.

His-her-slender fingers danced over the hangers in the wardrobe and snatched the Rose Garden Chiffon & Lace long robe. The fabric was sheer as fuck, soft pink chiffon so thin you could see straight through it, trimmed with delicate rose lace that barely skimmed the undersides of those massive 32H tits. He grabbed the matching rose g-string too, a pathetic little scrap of fabric that was basically just a string and a tiny triangle of lace.

"This is so fucking wrong," David whispered in Lucy's sweet voice, but the second the chiffon slid over her bare skin it felt like heaven-cool silk kissing every inch of her smooth body, the lace edges teasing her thick pink nipples until they stiffened into hard little points that poked obscenely against the sheer material. The robe hung open just enough that the heavy undersides of her fat tits spilled out the front with every breath, jiggling softly.

He sat on the edge of the bed to pull on Lucy's white fluffy slippers, and the mirror caught him again. He leaned in, mesmerized, tilting her head so the long curly blonde hair tumbled over one shoulder. It felt... right. It felt safe.

"Lucy! Pancakes are getting cold!"

The voice from downstairs didn't trigger any threat response. It triggered pure longing, a warm pull in her belly that made her new cunt clench around nothing.

"Coming, Mom!" he called back. The words came out in a bright, bell-like soprano-chirpy and sweet as sugar. David felt a cold shiver of horror crawl up his spine; he hadn't even tried to sound like that. The body just did it.

He tried to fight. Forty-six years of iron will screamed at him to grab a phone, call his lawyers, hunt James down and rip his fucking spine out. But the biological imperative of a horny twenty-year-old girl was a goddamn tidal wave. Her stomach cramped with a hollow, demanding ache that made her mouth water so hard she had to swallow twice. The scent of blueberry pancakes and bacon drifted up the stairs like a hook behind her jaw, yanking her toward the kitchen.

There's my sleepyhead!" Lucy's mom chirped, flipping another golden pancake. She didn't even look up, but the warmth in her voice triggered a phantom memory of being tucked in with kisses on the forehead, and David's chest squeezed with a love that wasn't his.

He sat. He didn't choose to-Lucy's legs just folded gracefully into the chair, thighs pressing together under the table so the rose g-string wedged tighter between her plump pussy lips. Her hand-acting on its own-reached for the big mug of caramel coffee.

Don't drink that shit, David thought, old masculine ego recoiling hard. It's liquid candy. It's pathetic.

His plump lips touched the foam. He took a long sip. The sugar hit his new taste buds like a fucking orgasm-sweet, creamy, perfect-and a soft little moan slipped out of Lucy's throat before he could stop it. His brain flooded with dopamine so strong his thick nipples tightened even harder against the chiffon and a fresh trickle of slick leaked out of her cunt, soaking the tiny lace triangle of the g-string.

Lucy's rose-gold iPhone lit up on the table. David-Lucy- reached for it without thinking. A new photo from Mark filled the screen: him completely naked, tanned, ripped, grinning at the camera with his heavy cock hanging thick and half-hard between muscular thighs, the fat head already glistening with a bead of precum at the slit.

She hid the screen fast, tilting the phone toward her massive tits so her parents couldn't see. The reaction was instant. A violent hormonal surge slammed through her- hot flush burning up her neck and across her chest, turning the creamy skin deep pink. Her breath hitched. Her thighs clamped together under the table as a heavy, liquid heat bloomed low in her belly and her pussy lips swelled, parting around the soaked g-string. She could feel her full blonde bush getting matted and sticky, clit throbbing like a little heartbeat begging to be rubbed.

Stop it! David screamed inside. I don't feel this!

But he did. To this body, Mark was the fucking sun. A stray tear of pure frustration pricked at the corner of Lucy's big brown eyes, but it was instantly drowned by a flood of genuine, dizzying memories that weren't his.

Last Saturday night in Mark's truck after the movie-her on her knees in the passenger seat, the wheel digging into her back while Mark gripped her curly blonde hair with both fists and fucked her throat raw. She remembered the salty, musky taste of his thick cock stretching her lips wide, balls slapping her chin, spit and precum drooling down her chin onto her bouncing 32H tits while she gagged and moaned like a **** little slut. Then he'd yanked her up, spun her around, bent her over the center console and slammed every inch of that fat dick balls-deep into her dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. He'd pounded her so hard the truck rocked, her massive tits swinging and slapping together, nipples scraping the leather while she screamed his name and came so violently her pussy squirted all over his balls. When Mark climaxed he'd buried himself to the hilt, groaning loud as his cock pulsed and pulsed, flooding her tight hole with thick, hot ropes of cum-spurt after heavy spurt until it overflowed and ran down her trembling thighs in creamy white streaks.

The memory hit so hard her new cunt clenched greedily and another gush of slick soaked straight through the rose g-string, leaving a wet spot on the chair.

The phone buzzed again. Second text from Mark: "Can't wait to see you in that red dress later, babe. I have a surprise."

Third text right after: "Babe, I'm outside. We still on for the hike?"

"Lucy? You've turned bright red," her mom teased with a knowing little smile. "Go on, get out of here. Mark's already in the driveway. The pancakes can wait."

David stood up. He didn't mean to, but Lucy's legs moved with eager, bouncy energy, massive tits jiggling heavily under the sheer robe. He-No, she-grabbed the phone and fired back a quick text with shaking thumbs: "gotta dress give me 10 minutes "

Walking up the stairs her hips swayed with a rhythmic, feminine confidence she didn't even have to think about- ass rolling, robe fluttering open so the undersides of her fat tits kept flashing with every step. The rose g-string rode tight between her cheeks and rubbed her swollen clit with every movement. David the ruthless businessman was fading fast, just a shadow now. Lucy was the reality.

I am... Lucy, she thought, and this time she didn't fight it. She couldn't. She was drowning in her, and it felt so fucking good

Upstairs in her bedroom again, the door clicked shut. Mark was waiting right outside. Her pussy was soaked, clit aching, nipples diamond-hard against the chiffon. Lucy need relief now ripping off her g-string to finger fuck her wet pussy