Joe looked down at her new body in mild disgust. It was sexy, but all sweaty, and icky, and somehow gross right now.
Stepping up gingerly, she started walking towards the bathroom. Halfway there, the natural sway in her hips changed to a more unsure gait.
He came to a stop, hands coming up to cup her tits. He took in a deep breath and luxuriated in the decadent smell of his new form. The swell of his tits as he inhaled. The pounding of his vagina as he thought of what he had just done. Squeezing his fingers tight, he brought them down, and slapped both ass cheeks at once.
With a perverted laugh he sang "yeah, a bath. That's what I need." He swaggered into the bathroom, filling the massive tub. His first attempt was too hot, surprising him as the sun's heat had felt glorious, this just felt painful. Next was too cold, but not enough to stop the steady moistening of his loins. Finally...
"Ahhh..." he whispered, settling into the pool sized tub. Idley his fingers began to dance, one hand around his upper mouth, the other his lower. "This is the life." He whispered as a slow, gentle pressure released. The feeling of the bubbles, the pleasure of her fingers, the grugling sound of water moving over rocks and windchimes in the distance lulled her to sleep.
In her dreams she was in a green void, in the form of her old body, pecker standing proudly erect between her legs. There was a simple throne in the center, and Tracy's body was sitting on it. Eyes closed, seemingly dead to the world.
Walking over to the still form, Joe reached her strangely masculine arm out and tentatively poked Tracy's breast.
No response.
He reached out again, and grabbed it, squeezing before drawing back quickly.
Still nothing.
Stepping forward he licked the nipple. Sensing no response he nuzzled her breast with his cheeks, one hand snaking south to stroke his raging hard on. He had missed his dick.
His head dove between Tracy's breasts. Moving rapidly back and forth, licking, sucking, playing with these stress balloons as he stroked himself off. Finally he settled into sucking one of her nipples like a baby, occasionally making popping noises.
Feeling himself drawing close, he straddled her form on the throne, and thrust his raging dick between her breasts, thrusting violently before a stream of cum bathed her face. His largest load ever.
Chest heaving, he looke down at his own dick in disbelief. It was still painfully hard. " need to put this somewhere." He muttered.
Laughing to himself, Joe picked up Tracy's much smaller form, lifing her off her throne. He settled down, then lowered mer moist snatch onto his throbbing member. It was so warm and inviting, as if perfectly crafted for his dick.
With a gasp, Tracy atop Joe opened her eyes, but it wasn't her looking out. Joe saw his Tracy-self sitting on his Joe-self, speared by a painfully massive member, and felt it spurting into her, filling her up, splitting her in half.
With a scream, Tracy came to in the bathtub. She clutched her head and started to whimper in pain.
Inside Joe was struggling against a torrent of thoughts, feelings, and emotions. All of Tracy's life lay before him. He wasnt inside her body anymore. He was inside her mind, her soul.
He claimed dominion over her and was left with several choices. Leave; ride silently as a passanger; whisper commands to her mind to warp and twist her to his will, herself ignorant of his presence or why she was acting so weird; assume direct control; or devour her, subsuming her essence and very soul. All these options and more were at his command as he became her true master.
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