Big changes.

The rest of the morning was spent giving Nat as many loads of cum as he could. He made it to eight loads, which she lovingly downed, before he passed out on the couch, completely exhausted.

He awoke to Nat slumbering beside him. He looked around the living room and noticed the state it was in, in the process of giving her his cum, they had made an awful mess. Couch cushions were scattered everywhere, the coffee table was on the opposite side of the room, and other bits and pieces lay out of place.

After checking his phone he saw that it was nearly five o’clock. Getting up carefully he went to the bathroom, **** for a piss.

He was just finishing when he heard from the living room, “What the fuck?”

Hurrying out he saw Nat standing naked, gazing intently in the mirror.

“What is it?” He said, worried.

“Whose body is this? This isn’t my body!” She was alarmed, and had every reason to be.

Before they passed out Nat’s breasts were very slightly saggy and drooping. Now she groped them and they were as small and perky as a teenager, they couldn’t have been larger than an A-Cup now. Her nipples also drastically changed, before they were large and soft, but now her small nubs were like diamonds sitting on her chest.

Before they passed out her stomach was mildly round with unfortunate signs of her older age. Now she looked like a fitness model, her abdomen tight and flat whilst also showing faint signs of stomach muscles.

Before her legs were thick and displayed ill-fated cellulite. Now they were trim and strong, giving her the appearance of a gym rat that had run and squatted every day of her life.

“Frank! What’s happened to me? Look at me! What the fuck is going on?” She began to panic, her voice becoming louder.

“Calm down, calm down. Everything is alright.” He embraced her, their still naked bodies entwined. He sat her down on the sex-ruffled couch.

“Am I going crazy?” She asked him, hysterically.

“No, you’re not crazy.”

“Then why do I look so fucking skinny all of a sudden?” She almost laughed.

Maybe it was the post horny frenzy guilt that made him feel she deserved the truth, maybe he just felt truly sorry for the woman. Whatever it was, he decided she needed to hear it.