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Chapter 13 by Goonbot59 Goonbot59

What happened?

Richard becomes Zyon Wilson, NBA Superstar

The light faded, leaving Stacy blinking against the afterimage burned into her vision.

Where her husband had stood moments before now loomed a towering figure, all corded muscle and smooth, dark skin. A sharp intake of breath caught in her throat as her gaze travelled down the ridges of his abs, past the V-cut of his hips, to the monstrous cock hanging heavy between his thighs.

Nine inches. Maybe ten.

"Hey babe," the man, Zyon Wilson, her mind supplied, grinned, his voice deep enough to vibrate through her bones. "Was lookin’ for you. Need to drain my balls before practice."

Stacy’s mouth went dry. New memories flooded in:

Courtside seats. Post-game locker room "interviews." The way the paparazzi whispered about the city’s NBA star and his smoking-hot wife.

Before she could process, Zyon crossed the room in two strides and hauled her up like she weighed nothing. She squealed as her feet left the ground, the gun clattering to the bedroom floor.

"Zyon, wait-!"

Her protest died in a gasp as he tore her nightgown clean off. His calloused palms groped her ass, kneading the flesh as he bent her over the bed. Her already soaked panties snapped under his grip.

This is what I wanted, Stacy thought deliriously as he slammed into her without preamble. Isn’t it?

Her nails clawed at the silk sheets, her back arching as he pounded into her with piston-like precision. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, each snap of his hips making her vision blur.

Too much. Too deep.

Zyon chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on her waist. "Damn, girl. Knew you could take it."

Stacy’s whimper morphed into a shriek as he angled her hips higher, hitting something that made her toes curl. The gun lay forgotten on the floor… until Zyon’s gaze snagged on it mid-thrust.

"A squirt gun?" He huffed a laugh, not slowing his rhythm. "Shit, babe. Didn’t know you were that kinda freak."

Stacy’s blood ran cold. "No- wait!"

Too late.

Zyon reached down, snatched up the gun, and, without breaking his punishing pace, aimed it at her ass.

PFFT.

The world exploded in white.

What does Stacy become?

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