Round 1 Day 1 - Sarah's Night

They hadn’t found anything useful in the rest of the afternoon, apart from confirming how many points Sarah had earned. It was a good start, and hopefully enough to keep her safe for at least a round, but Matt remembered the Host’s warning. Nobody would be able to reach 100 on just tropes and challenges, and anybody who didn’t manage that by the end would be eliminated anyway.

The Hotel seemed endless, with every corner hiding something new, but none of it gave any hints about the secrets underlying the season, or what to do about the other Contestants. Eventually, Matt’s exhaustion got the better of him and he retreated to the Master Suite with his wife trailing behind him.

Tired though he was, Matt still took the lead on preparing a meal. While Sarah was still looking up in awe at the unfeasibly vast bookshelves that wrapped the room, he rummaged through the kitchen to catalogue ingredients. Something quick and easy, he decided, but still a treat. Sarah deserved something nice, after the day she’d had. He deserved it too. Cherry tomatoes, lemon, chilli, fresh but pre-prepped prawns, olive oil, spaghetti. All the components for a favourite that they’d had many times through the years. He filled a pan with water for the pasta, and when he turned around to put it on to boil he found his wife already at the chopping board, slicing the tomatoes.

“You don’t have to do that,” he chided her gently, “I can manage. It won’t take long.”

“You don’t have to do it either,” she replied, just as soft, “Sit down and relax. I’ll cook.”

“Sarah...”

“Please, Matt,” she insisted, turning around to face him, “I’m your wife, you shouldn't feel guilty about me cooking when you’ve had a difficult day. Let me do this for you.”

He considered arguing, but they had had more than enough tense conversations that day, so he chose the path of least resistance and backed down. “Okay, you can cook,” he put down the pot and held up his hands, flashing a disarming smile, “I reserve the right to still feel guilty about it though. You’ve had a difficult day too.”

“I know,” she gave a small smile and shook her head, then turned back to chopping, “Now sit down and relax.”

Matt didn’t immediately do as she asked, instead selecting a chilled white wine from the wine fridge under the counter first, then setting the table with cutlery and filling a pair of wine glasses. When he did eventually sit, the rush of relief had him fighting to keep his eyes from drifting shut.

The meal didn’t take long to finish, nothing needed more than minutes to cook and the only prep was cutting the tomatoes and chilli then zesting and juicing the lemon. Sarah placed the plate in front of her husband, then took her own seat across the table. They shared a tired smile, and began to eat. The pasta dish was bright and fresh and vibrant, the zing of lemon and the kick of chilli tuned just right to accent rather than smother the seafood flavour of the prawns. The lightness helped to lift the weight of the day, and Matt felt the muscles in his back slowly release their tension.

“Thank you for making this,” he said during a pause between mouthfuls, “I’ll cook next time. Anything you want.”

Sarah shook her head, but not aggressively. “Don’t worry about it. Let me.”

“Well, sure,” Matt sat back, nonplussed, “Any particular reason?”

She looked down at her plate, twirled up some spaghetti on her fork, stabbed a prawn and a tomato and then chewed and swallowed slowly before responding. “You don’t have to pretend you don’t want me to do things like that,” she said quietly.

“I mean, I don’t want you to not cook,” he replied, his forehead scrunching up in confusion, “You’re pretty good at it. I like cooking for you too though.”

“I’ve been thinking about earlier. The trope.” Sarah’s eyes stayed down, the fork twirled around the plate again but without any particular aim this time. “I don’t want to give up on us like that version of me did. I don’t want to lose you, and that means I’ve got to make it to the end of this game.”

“What’s that got to do with cooking?”

The fork twirled faster, then stopped. Sarah squeezed the handle uncomfortably hard, until the tips of her fingers went white. “Scarlet said the transformations were all things that appealed to you, and I need to appeal to you to earn points.”

“...ah,” Matt felt a heat rise in his face that had nothing to do with the mild spice.

“There was that one for me about being a homemaker,” she continued, “I wouldn’t mind it, really, if you want it. It doesn’t have to be forced by the transformation.”

“I don’t want it,” he denied. Sarah’s eyes finally lifted, and fixed him with a disbelieving stare. He swallowed, and tried to explain. “I like your cooking. Being domestic with you is nice. The idea of you trying to be a perfect wife for me... I’m not going to pretend it’s not interesting. But I don’t want it to override who you really are. I don’t want you to do things you’re not happy with for my sake. The guilt I’d feel would be more than any amount of enjoyment I might get. I love you, Sarah, just as you are,” he flicked his eyes over her new body and suppressed a grimace, “I loved you just as you were too.”

“Do you not like how I look now?” she asked uncertainly, focusing on the part of Matt’s explanation that struck closest to her fears, “I thought it was meant to make me pretty for you.”

Matt ate a few more forkfuls as he thought deeply, buying himself time to assemble his words. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right, that all these women had been brought here and changed for his sake, but it especially wasn’t fair for Sarah. He’d spent years trying to convince her she didn’t need to change for him. It hadn’t worked.

“Did you notice how your transformation was worded?” he asked instead of answering the question directly. Sarah frowned, not seeing his point yet, so he continued. “It didn’t transform you into my idea of an ideal body. It was your ideal body. You look amazing, but if the transformation is designed to appeal to me then it’s not because I wanted to change your appearance.”

“What else could it be?”

Matt sighed and put down his cutlery, reaching out a hand across the table. Sarah took it without question, interlacing their fingers and squeezing gently.

“If I had to guess,” he said slowly, looking deep into her eyes, “Then I think it was because I want you to love yourself as much as I do.”

Sarah had no response to that, other than to squeeze his hand a little tighter. After a short while, by mutual decision, they released each other and went back to eating.

“What about the transformations for the others?” Sarah asked when the meal was almost done, “Are you interested in all of those things too?”

Matt sat back, pushing his plate away and swirling the remnants of the wine around his glass, fighting back his embarrassment. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want to lie to her either. “Kind of,” he admitted in a quiet mumble, “Just fantasies though.”

“Any of them that you’d want to do with me, that wouldn’t need a transformation?” she pushed a little, leaning forward, “Anything that might be worth points?”

Surprise flickered across his face, but he didn’t voice his first thoughts. “I don’t think I’m the limiting factor there,” he said carefully, “Was there anything you spotted that you might be interested in?”

Sarah averted her gaze and bit her lip, unwilling or unable to answer. An awkward silence descended. Matt took a deep breath to steel himself, then stood and walked around the table. He grabbed a gentle hold of Sarah’s hand, and encouraged her to her feet. With his other hand, a single finger touched the bottom of her chin and tilted her face upwards towards his.

“Sarah, there are so many things I would want to do with you, but only if you wanted it too,” he said, looking searchingly into her eyes, “Do you actually want to try something? Do you actually want... me?”

Sarah still said nothing, but she nodded the slightest amount. Just enough for Consent Checker to trigger and tell Matt that she meant it, but still with the same hesitation as that morning. Still something holding her back. He kept his expression open and warm even as his mind whirled. Maybe the words had been too vague, both times this had happened. Maybe it was as obvious as there being some things she was okay with and some things she wasn’t.

“Okay,” he said with open acceptance and concealed anxiety, “Shall we head to the bedroom then? Try and figure out what we can do?”

Another nod, this one a little more convincing. A nervous smile tugged at Sarah’s lips, and Matt fought against the urge to kiss them for a moment, before realising that he had no need. He leaned down, less distance than he was used to, but the sensation he found at the other end was exactly as it always had been. It was still his wife, even if she looked different now. The soft sigh that tickled his cheek was the same as their very first kiss over a decade ago.

Matt withdrew slowly, smiled not half as wide as he felt inside, and gently pulled his wife along to the bedroom of the suite. The sheets had been straightened, the books stacked neatly away, the clothes he had haphazardly tossed around while getting dressed were nowhere to be seen, but he hardly noticed as he led Sarah to sit on the edge of the bed and sat himself down beside her.

“Talk to me, Sarah,” he said, resting a hand on her thigh, “Is there anything you want to try? Anything at all. It doesn’t have to be something you think you noticed with the other transformations.”

Sarah looked away. Matt’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her thigh enough to be noticeable but not uncomfortable.

“I’m going to need eye contact, Sarah,” he said, half calm instruction and half desperate pleading, “I need you to tell me what you’re comfortable with, and I need you to look at me while you do.”

“I was never any good at coming up with things to do, you know that,” she squirmed uncomfortably, still staring at the wardrobe, “There was a reason you were always the one taking charge before. Can’t you just tell me what you want, and I'll tell you if it's okay with me?”

“I want a lot of things,” he murmured, “But I don’t know what you want anymore. I don’t want to suggest anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

“You wouldn’t. I promise.”

“Sarah, you’ve barely been comfortable being naked together for years,” he shook his head in disbelief, “How can you say you won’t be uncomfortable hearing me talk about stuff we didn’t even get to when we were at our kinkiest together?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Sarah finally looked up, with such intense hurt in her eyes that Matt was torn between the urge to recoil and the need to hug and comfort her. He took the middle ground and stayed where he was, though it was his turn to avert his gaze.

“I trust you, I just... I don’t know. I feel like a pervert sometimes even just thinking about some of these things.”

A soft hand landed on top of Matt’s where he was still holding Sarah’s thigh. A thumb gently stroked across the backs of his fingers.

“I won’t judge you,” Sarah promised, “You can talk to me.”

He tried. He got as far as opening his mouth, but didn’t even know what words were going to come out, so he closed it again.

“Please, Matt. One thing you’ve wanted to do with me. Anything.”

“Edging,” he admitted, spitting the word out so hard it surprised even himself. One of his tamer fantasies, safer to admit, but one that he had kept coming back to. Silence met him, and he scrambled to explain himself further before things could get any worse. “I-”

“Me or you?” Sarah interrupted in a whisper.

“...what?” he blinked and looked back at his wife. She was blushing a little, but otherwise seemed calm.

“Do you want to edge me, or do you want me to edge you?”

“Oh... um...” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I wanted to edge you.”

Sarah nodded slowly as she considered. “Okay. Let’s try that.”

The feedback from the transformation was instant, and so clear it took Matt’s breath away. “Oh wow,” he gasped, a smile slowly spreading across his face, “You actually mean that. You’re nervous, but you mean it. You want to... you want me to...” his smile faltered for a moment. So many things had changed in the last day, but what part of it had suddenly rekindled Sarah’s interest in him? Or was this just her ‘letting her guard down’ like she had said about the last time? He shook it off. He didn't want to ruin the most progress their love life had seen in years by getting stuck in his own head about it. “Alright then. How do you want to do this?”

Sarah’s hand withdrew from Matt’s, and she clasped it demurely in her lap instead. She made a small noise and took several deep breaths, building up her courage for something. “Can we... play? Like we used to?”

The wording was ambiguous, but Matt knew exactly what she meant and that seemed to be enough for his transformation to activate. He made a mental note to thank Scarlet profusely for her veto, even if the rest of the situation was also her fault, and stared at his wife in incredulous awe.

“You’re full of surprises tonight,” he murmured, his heart pounding in his chest, “You really want that? I’d love to, but it’s been years.”

She nodded. Not exactly eagerly, but definitely not reluctantly. He decided to take her at her word, backed up by the certainty he was sensing in her eyes, and prepared himself for the headspace he would need.

“You remember the colours?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Matt left a gap for her to elaborate. “Um... Green means everything is okay to continue, yellow to back off or do something else, red to stop.”

“Very good,” he said approvingly, gradually becoming someone else. Someone capable of taking what he wanted, and being what his wife needed. Matt wasn’t transformed magically or permanently, like Sarah had been, but a change came over him nonetheless: his voice dropped lower, his smile turned predatory, and his eyes hungry. He reached out a hand, bracing for rejection at any moment but refusing to let it show on his face, and brushed the back of his fingers against Sarah’s cheek. “Are you going to keep being good for me?”

“Yes sir,” was the quiet confirmation, accompanied by a small smile of anticipation.

Matt’s control slipped for just a moment, his expression briefly showing a much less dignified sort of excitement, but he covered for it by slipping his fingers around to tangle through Sarah’s hair and surging forward to kiss her deeply. There was a whimper that could have been either or both of them as their lips met, then Matt stood, moved around without breaking contact until he was kneeling over his wife, and slowly lowered her down until she was lying flat on the bed and he was pinning her in place.

Sarah had to keep reminding herself that it wasn’t her body that Matt was pressing himself against. The hair he held her by wasn’t thin or flat. When his tongue probed against her lips, she didn’t have to keep them closed to protect her crooked teeth. As his other hand came to rest on her waist it wouldn’t find any unnecessary squish, and when it crept up to her breasts they would be exactly where they were meant to be and not sagging out of place. When he found a nipple through the thin fabric...

“Ahh!” she gasped at the most sexual contact she had experienced in half a year, arching her back off the bed and unintentionally pressing herself more firmly into Matt’s hand.

“Good to see those are still as sensitive as they were before,” he hummed in satisfaction, tracing a trail of faint kisses down her jawline and towards her neck, “Let’s see if I can get some more of those pretty noises out of you in the same ways I used to.”

It wasn’t her neck. It was thin and delicately curved, with no risk of a second chin if she looked down, but her head was thrown back because it definitely felt just as good as her neck when he kissed and sucked and gently bit. His fingers continued toying with her chest, stroking, squeezing and pinching, but with the intervening layer of clothing numbing the sensation just enough to dial it down to a prolonged tease.

“Mmm... Matt,” she mumbled between moans, wrapping her arms around him.

“That’s not what you call me when we’re playing like this,” he reminded her in a low whisper, directly into her ear.

“Sorry sir,” she said with a breathless giggle, wriggling beneath him, pulling him close.

“How are we doing?”

“Green,” she sighed happily. Why didn’t they do this more often?

“And if I told you I want these clothes off?” he plucked at her top.

“Ye-” Sarah bit back her first response. Oh, right. That was why. It wasn’t her body anymore, she reminded herself again. “Green.”

“You’re sure?” he noticed her reticence, of course he did, and pulled back to look at her with concern but not judgement. Never judgement. Guilt threatened to overwhelm arousal, but she pushed it back down deep to where it belonged.

“I’m sure,” she said firmly and truthfully, then lifted her head to give him a brief kiss of reassurance, and before her nerves could catch up to her she reached down between their bodies to rapidly peel her top up and off.

Matt propped himself up on his elbows as Sarah unveiled herself for him. She looked so different, mathematically perfect curves of pure sex appeal rather than the soft comfort he had loved before, but she was still the same woman. The same eyes looked up at him with that same expression of nervous need that made him want to give her everything she deserved. With a hungry growl, he ducked his head and latched onto a pointed nipple, sucking hard enough to make her squeal and then immediately releasing the suction to caress it with his tongue instead, then giving the other the same treatment.

Sarah desperately fumbled with the buttons on her skinny jeans, and Matt let her as he continued to toy with her breasts. He didn’t remember the last time she had been eager to undress for him, not since before their dry spell at least, but he was happy to let her and ecstatic to be able to continue playing with her while she did. She got the jeans halfway down her thighs, taking the damp red thong with them, before giving up on squeezing the tight fabric any lower. She gripped at her husband instead, clawing at his shirt with one hand and pulling his head into her chest with the other.

“M-more,” she gasped, “Please, sir!”

Matt paused, looked up at her and grinned with a nipple held gently between his teeth. He pulled back, stretching the elastic nub slightly, then released and raised an eyebrow. “You want me to play with your tits some more? Of course I will, gorgeous.”

She whined and shook her head. “I want you to touch me,” she pleaded.

The plea, and the feedback from the eye contact, made Matt’s heart swell in his chest. He felt alive, validated, wanted almost as much as when he had married the love of his life, but he swallowed the feeling down and maintained the cool and collected facade. “I am touching you,” he pointed out, stroking a hand up her side, cupping her other breast, and squeezing firmly.

She looked away, aroused and embarrassed, biting her lip. “Touch my... touch my pussy,” she looked back as she forced the request out, “Please, sir.”

“You remember what you signed up for, right? Touching you there doesn’t mean I’m done teasing you.”

“I remember,” she said, grasping at him even tighter, “Please.”

The hand that had cupped Sarah’s breast released, and stroked slowly down her body. Fingers crossed the ribcage, danced across the flat stomach (not her stomach, she reminded herself) and settled on the inside of her hip. From there, Matt walked his fingertips in and down to the newly-smooth mound, revelling in the thrill he felt when she whimpered and tried to spread her legs wider only to be caught short by the jeans bunched above her knees. For now, he bypassed her slit and allowed his palm to settle on the inside of her thigh. Even without any direct contact, he could feel the radiating heat.

“Do you think this has changed with your transformation?” he asked, half serious and half teasing, “What do you think your ideal pussy is like?”

Sarah had no reply other than to continue clutching at him, pulling in deep breaths, and quivering in anticipation. When he finally touched her, running a single fingertip along the length of her lower lips, she exhaled a long moan from low in her chest. That moan trailed off into a high-pitched whine as the finger pulled away without going any deeper than that.

“It seems wetter, maybe,” Matt said with detached interest, fighting to keep his voice level even as his heart tried to leap into his mouth, “But it’s hard to say if that’s just tonight. We’ll have to check again some other time. Repeatedly.”

“Please,” Sarah begged in a needy whisper, lifting her hips off the bed to chase after even the minimal contact she had just had snatched away.

Matt briefly kissed her breasts again while the finger returned. He ran it up and down, gathering moisture and enjoying the subvocal sounds she made, then slipped it inside. Just one, and only halfway. He gave a couple of slow pumps and then stopped.

“Do you think it’s tighter, or is that just you squeezing me already?” he asked, then felt rather than heard the answer as internal muscles involuntarily twitched and clenched down around his knuckle. “Okay, definitely tighter,” he chuckled, “I hope that’s not because you thought it was something I wanted. Is it because you wanted to feel the stretch?”

“Ah!” Sarah gasped as he inserted a second finger alongside the first, then pressed both as deep inside her as he could. “...both?”

A genuine, joyful laugh escaped from Matt before his dominant persona could smother it, then he ducked his head to kiss her hard as he began to fuck her with his fingers. Their tongues intertwined as he took ownership of her mouth, devouring her with an animalistic hunger but always paying close attention to her body, to her movements, to her sounds. Building her up and up and up until the moment when he normally would have sent her toppling over the edge.

This time though, as soon as he felt her begin to stiffen and tense in impending orgasm, he stopped. His fingers pressed deep inside her, but otherwise went totally motionless. Her channel clenched repeatedly around him, but his hand kept track of her hips as she tried to buck and grind as she was denied any further stimulation. She moaned into his mouth, her legs impotently kicked out as much as they could while still bound together by her jeans, and her hands clawed into his back.

• Edged: +5VP (First! x2 bonus = +10VP)

Matt pulled away from Sarah’s lips to look down at her, then nearly started moving again at the wild and desperate expression on her face. She wanted more, she wanted him, but just when he was about to give her what she wanted his transformation kicked in again. As much as her body was craving the final release, she was still okay to continue. He restrained himself with immense effort, and restrained Sarah by grabbing a fistful of her hair.

“Good girl,” he said to her softly, his voice scratching slightly in his throat, “You’re doing so well for me, beautiful. Just ride it out. Let it fade away for now.”

Sarah whimpered, clenched her jaw, then nodded with a look of determination. A rapid pulse of lust swept through Matt, but he was more surprised by the gentle swell of love that followed in its wake. She was doing this for him.

“Good girl,” he said again in murmur, then took a breath and reset, “Well, it seems like your new pussy works the same at least. Maybe a little more sensitive.” He withdrew his fingers from her slowly, letting them drag over her swollen clit as he did and making her hips buck to chase the fleeting contact, then held them up between their faces. “Do you think it would taste different?”

Sarah’s eyes tracked Matt’s fingers as he parted them slightly, slippery strands connecting the two digits. Without him even needing to ask, she slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He suppressed a groan and lowered his hand. Her mouth wrapped around the wet fingers, sucking on them with submission and devotion, her tongue lapping every surface clean. When he pulled his hand away again, she chased after it until his grip on her hair wouldn’t let her sit up any further.

“What do you think?” he asked pleasantly.

“It’s sweeter,” she mumbled with an intense blush.

Matt grinned, and then dove down into an aggressive kiss, which she welcomed with enthusiastic need and kissed him back until they were both panting for breath.

“So it is,” he gasped, grinning widely, “I’ll have to try some more later. But for now...”

The first proper touch against Sarah’s clit made her spasm almost violently, so before the second time Matt pressed his palm firmly against the front of her mound to pin her hips down. With his ring and pointer fingers he spread her outer lips wide, and then the dextrous middle finger began to slowly stroke at the exposed nub.

The brief break and the change in the type of stimulation had brought Sarah back from the edge, but not by much, and she was climbing back towards it again very quickly. Matt kept a closer eye on her this time, watching from above rather than pressing himself against her, and as she climbed higher and higher his movements grew slower and slower, until it was just the barest shifting of the tip of his finger against the delicate nub. Enough to hold her arousal almost exactly where it was, increasing and decreasing by only the tiniest fluctuations.

After a few seconds, Sarah was writhing in exquisite agony, desperately trying to increase the stimulation. After a few minutes she was flushed and sweating, and clutching Matt’s shoulders hard enough to hurt. He didn’t care about the pain even slightly.

“You’re doing amazingly,” he encouraged her, “How are you feeling? Colour?”

“G... green, sir,” she stammered out in between heaving breaths, “Very green.”

“That’s great. Do you think you can manage one more go, right up to the edge?”

Sarah let out a whimper that was almost delirious with both fear and desire, but nodded. “H... how are you doing this to me?”

“I pay attention,” he murmured, lowering his head to nuzzle into her neck, “And I know you, beautiful. This is still the same body I remember, even if it looks different.”

She thrashed about beneath him, shaking her head back and forth as he finally ramped up the intensity of his teasing. He watched her closely, listening to her breathing, feeling the tension in her muscles, and when he stopped again she was so close to release that she let out a sharp scream of frustration. She simultaneously tried to throw him off with the bucking of her hips and pull him closer with the scrambling of her clawed hands.

“That’s it. That’s it. Well done.” Matt crooned into her ear. “You did it. That’s it.” He pulled back as the tension left her arms enough to allow him the movement, smiling lovingly down on his wife. “You did it. Next one is the big one. Next one, you get to cum.”

Another desperate whimper, but Sarah was beyond words by that point. Matt adjusted his grip, slipping two fingers inside her and his thumb onto her clit, then pinching them towards each other to rub her both inside and out. Slowly at first, but that hardly mattered. She was so close already.

“Look at me,” he ordered sternly. Sarah’s distracted gaze snapped onto his, and in it he saw her love, her lust, her desperation, and the affirmation that she really, truly wanted this. He kept his eyes wide, drinking her in, not wanting to miss a thing. She rocketed towards her climax, finally, hungrily. Something flickered in the back of his mind. He blinked, then Sarah screwed her eyes shut, threw her head back, and screamed.

The delayed orgasm came in waves, Sarah contorted and yelped twice, three times, four times, as excruciating pleasure passed over and through her. When it had gone, she was left limp, buzzing, scoured clean, floating on a cloud. It was only when Matt’s fingers started to move again that she twitched at the overstimulation, and grabbed at his wrist.

“Yellow,” she gasped out, pushing his hand away, “Y-Yellow. I’m sorry. Too much.”

“No need to apologise,” he shook his head and allowed her to extract his hand from between her legs, “Or not for that, at least. I did tell you to look at me.” he teased.

“Sorry,” she giggled breathlessly, “That was just... a lot.”

“It looked like it,” he agreed with a grin.

“Wh... what now?”

“Clean up for bed, then cuddle?” Matt suggested.

“But you haven’t... I didn’t...” Sarah’s face screwed up and he flailed in the direction of his crotch. He was still fully clothed. Still tenting his trousers. “You haven’t even cum once.”

“That’s really not the part of this I missed,” he said seriously, then pressed a kiss into her cheek, “I can take care of myself.”

“But... points,” she tried desperately, still reaching out towards him but unable to make contact.

Matt considered that for a moment, then sat back. “I don’t think you’re in a state to do much after that. Honestly, I’m not either.” He smiled, making the bags under his eyes crinkle up. “But... there might be one way for me to get off without too much effort that could be worth some points.”

“Anything,” Sarah said, letting herself go limp and waiting to see what he would do.

Matt’s smile widened at her offer, then froze. He squinted, peering into her eyes. “You mean that. Completely. No reservations, no...” he shook his head, “So much for my theory about vagueness.”

“Sorry,” Sarah said again, not entirely sure what she was apologising for but feeling the need to do it anyway.

“It’s nothing,” he reassured her, shucking his jacket off his shoulders and then unbuttoning his shirt, “Or not anything to worry about right now at least. I’m way too tired for more mysteries about how my transformation works.”

“Do you need me to finish getting undressed?” she gestured at the jeans and underwear still bunched up at the bottom of her thighs.

“Need? Maybe not. Want? Always.” He gave her a grin and a wink as he shed his shirt and then began working on his trousers.

Sarah smiled shyly, but contorted herself to start peeling the skintight clothing from her legs. By the time she had succeeded, Matt was naked as well and shuffling around the bed.

“Roll over?” he requested, rather than ordered, but there was precious little distinction to Sarah and she complied immediately, her large breasts pillowing out below her. Matt swung his leg over to sit across her thighs, gripped her waist to pull her higher, and then grabbed a pillow to put beneath her hips and make the position more comfortable. He leaned forward, pressing into her and slipping his cock into the cleft between her firm asscheeks.

“Um... Matt?” she said anxiously as his shaft brushed across the rosebud of her asshole, “Should we maybe warm up to this a little first?”

“Hmm?” he stopped moving, then expelled a sharp laugh as he realised what she meant, “Oh, fuck. Sorry. No, we’re not having our first time trying anal with no warning and no lube. I was just going to...”

He hunched over her back, pressing even deeper into her ass, and began to slowly fuck himself between her cheeks. Sticky precum began to ooze out over her skin, which was already slightly slick with her own leaking fluids from earlier.

“Okay,” she let out a small sigh of relief, “That’s fine. Is this going to be enough to get you there?”

“It would probably take a while normally,” he grunted, speeding up a little, “But you have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

Sarah suppressed a giggle of glee. “Really?”

“Not because of this. Or, not just because of this,” he leaned further forward, whispering into her ear without interrupting his rhythm, “The way you reacted when I teased you like that. The way you looked at me. You were so perfect.”

“No I wasn’t,” she blushed, and her shoulders went up and in. Matt chuckled.

“Yes you were,” he said, panting slightly as he ground himself into her, “You’re beautiful, you always were, but seeing you like that...” he trailed off into a groan.

Sarah made a small whimpering noise of pleasure, even though she wasn’t getting any direct stimulation, and began to shift her hips to hump back against him. After only a few minutes his pace became erratic, he moaned long and low, and then Sarah joined in as she felt his hot seed splash across the small of her back. He continued moving for a time from inertia, then collapsed off to one side, breathing deeply but smiling blissfully.

• Hotdog: +4VP (First! x2 bonus = +8VP)

“Was that good?” Sarah asked, a little anxiously, as she lay there on her front.

“Amazing,” he sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and nuzzling into her neck.

She allowed herself a smile, and let her head come to rest atop his. “What now then?”

“Cuddles,” he mumbled into her skin, his eyes drifting closed.

“Really? I don’t even remember the last time we only went once, unless we were in a hurry.”

“Tired,” was the quiet reply, “Do you need another?” His hand left her shoulder and settled onto the back of her upper thigh instead.

“God no,” she said a little too quickly, then gently but urgently grabbed his arm and urged it back up to where it had been before, “That definitely counted as more than one for me. I just wasn’t sure if it was enough for you.”

“You were always enough,” he murmured sleepily, giving her a weak squeeze.

Sarah had no responses that could fit past the lump in her throat, so she just reached across and ran her fingers through her husband’s hair as her mind settled. “I love you,” she whispered after a while.

Matt said nothing, and continued lying against her.

“Matt?” she said a little louder.

The only reply she received was a quiet, grumbling snore. She pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, then looked around. They were positioned diagonally across the bed, on top of the sheets, and her back was still coated in cum, but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it and risk disturbing Matt. She extracted the pillow from below her hips and settled it by their heads, then carefully reached out to grab the edge of the bedsheet and pull it over them both. The sheets would be badly in need of a wash by the morning, and so would she, but they weren’t her sheets and it wasn’t her body. She drifted off to sleep in her husband’s arms.