Back to normal, for now..

Sunlight filters through the curtains, stabbing at your eyes as you stir awake, head pounding like a dull drum from the mild hangover, that fuzzy aftermath of the pill's wild ride. Your body feels heavy, every muscle protesting with a deep ache: thighs sore from being spread wide, ass throbbing from the relentless stretching, even your jaw clicks faintly when you yawn. The transformation's gone, curves deflated back to your usual frame, but the memories flood in sharp and vivid, cocks slamming into you, cum flooding your throat, your wife's commanding voice urging you deeper into the slutty haze. And your dick... fuck, it's rock-hard under the sheets, tenting the fabric, but the shaft twinges with soreness, raw from the friction of last night's endless use, pre-cum beading at the tip despite the discomfort.

You groan softly, shifting on the mattress, the oversized tee riding up to expose your morning wood. Beside you, your wife stirs, her arm still draped over your hip from the night before. She blinks awake, propping herself on an elbow, her gaze dropping immediately to the bulge. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face as she reaches over, fingers wrapping around your aching cock through the thin cotton, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes you hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. 'Morning, handsome. Or should I say, morning after? Look at you – back to your boring old self, but still hard as a rock thinking about how you begged to suck those strangers off.'

She tugs the tee up higher, exposing your length fully, and strokes the base slowly, thumb circling the sensitive head where it's flushed red and tender. The ache flares, but so does the heat pooling in your gut, your hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. 'Bet your poor dick's sore from all that bimbo pussy play, huh? And don't get me started on your ass, I can see you wincing already.' Her free hand slides down, cupping your balls lightly, rolling them as she leans in to nip at your earlobe. 'But admit it, you loved every second of being my little cum-slut Sindi. The way you gagged on those glory hole dicks, pussy clenching around the ones pounding you... mmm, made me so wet watching.'

She pumps you firmer now, ignoring your winces, her other hand probing between your cheeks to press a finger against your puckered hole, still loose and sensitive from the gangbang, making you clench and gasp. 'We could pop another pill today, turn you back into that needy whore. Or... maybe I ride this sore cock of yours first, make you relive it all while I fuck the memories into you.' Her breath hot against your neck, she quickens her strokes, edging you closer despite the burn, waiting for your whimpering response as the hangover haze mixes with fresh arousal.