Unexpected Changes

The morning light slipped through the blinds of Fred's cramped apartment, painting thin golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Janice stirred first, her dark hair a mess against the pillow, her bare shoulders peeking out from under the blanket. She yawned, stretching lazily, then froze mid-motion. Something felt... off. Heavy. Unfamiliar. She shifted her hips, and a strange weight tugged at her pelvis. Her eyes snapped open.

"Fred," she whispered, nudging the lump beside her. "Fred, wake up."

Fred groaned, rolling onto his back. His sandy hair stuck up in wild tufts, and his stubbled jaw tightened as he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. But then he paused, his hand brushing lower under the sheet. His brows furrowed. He bolted upright, throwing the blanket off in a panic.

"What the--?" His voice cracked as he stared down at himself.

Janice's jaw dropped. There, nestled alongside Fred's familiar cock, was something new: soft, pink folds that didn't belong. He still had everything he'd gone to bed with, but now there was... more. A pussy. Perfectly formed, unmistakable.

"Fred," Janice said slowly, her eyes wide. "You've got... both."

Fred's head whipped toward her, his face a mix of shock and disbelief. "What do you mean, both? What the hell happened to--" He stopped, his gaze dropping to Janice's lap as she shoved the blanket aside.

She hadn't imagined it. There, straining against the fabric of her borrowed boxers, was a dick. Hard, insistent, and very much attached to her. Her breasts still curved softly under Fred's old T-shirt, and a quick, frantic check confirmed her pussy was still there too. She looked up at Fred, her breath catching.

"We've... swapped?" she ventured, though that wasn't quite right. They hadn't swapped. They'd _gained_.

Fred ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving. "This is insane. How does this even--?" He shifted, wincing slightly as he adjusted to the new sensation between his legs. "Does it... feel weird to you?"

Janice bit her lip, glancing down at herself. "Yeah. But also... kind of not?" She hesitated, then reached out, her fingers brushing Fred's thigh. "What about you?"

Fred swallowed hard, his eyes locking with hers. "I don't know yet," he admitted, his voice low. "But I'm... kind of curious."

The air between them thickened, charged with a mix of confusion and something else--something electric. Janice's hand lingered on his leg, and Fred didn't pull away. They'd always been adventurous, hadn't they? Maybe this was just... a new kind of adventure.

Janice's fingers hovered over Fred's thigh, her touch tentative but warm. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the faint tremor in his muscles as he sat there, staring at her with those wide, hazel eyes. "So," she said, breaking the silence, "should we... figure this out?"

Fred let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. I mean, we can't just sit here pretending it's normal, right?" He shifted again, his legs parting slightly as he glanced down at himself. "God, it's so weird. I can feel it. Like, _both_ of them."

Janice smirked, scooting closer. "Well, I've got a front-row seat to weird too." She tugged the waistband of the boxers down a little, letting her new addition spring free. It was strange--seeing it, feeling it--but not entirely unpleasant. She gave it an experimental nudge with her finger, and a jolt shot through her, making her gasp. "Okay, whoa. That's... sensitive."

Fred's eyes flicked to her, a grin tugging at his lips despite the absurdity of it all. "Yeah? Let me see." He leaned forward, curiosity overriding his shock. His hand hesitated, then brushed against her--light, cautious, like he was testing the waters. Janice sucked in a breath, her cheeks flushing.

"Your turn," she said, her voice teasing but edged with something deeper. She reached for him, her fingers grazing the new softness between his legs. Fred tensed, his breath hitching, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he tilted his head back slightly, eyes half-lidded.

"Holy shit," he muttered. "That's... different. Good different."

Janice's lips quirked. "Good different, huh?" She explored further, gentle but deliberate, watching his face for every flicker of reaction. Fred's jaw tightened, and a low sound rumbled in his throat. He reached for her again, mirroring her movements--his touch clumsy but eager, like they were both fumbling through a map with no directions.

It was messy, awkward, and strangely thrilling. Janice felt the dual sensations in her own body--her familiar core humming alongside this new, insistent pulse. Fred seemed to be wrestling with the same clash of feelings, his cock twitching even as his hips shifted to chase her fingers.

"Okay," Fred said after a minute, breathless and laughing. "This is officially the weirdest morning of my life. But I'm not hating it."

Janice grinned, leaning in until their foreheads nearly touched. "Me neither. Kind of makes me wonder what else we can do with this." Her hand slid up his chest, playful but bold, and Fred's eyes darkened.

"Challenge accepted," he murmured, pulling her closer.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the world narrowing to just the two of them and their shared, impossible discovery. They didn't have answers--how could they?--but they had each other, and that was enough to start with.

Janice sat back on her heels, hands on her hips, "Okay, let's do this properly," she said, nodding toward Fred's lap. "We're comparing."

Fred, still sprawled across the bed, raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smirk. "Comparing what?"

She pointed between them, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The new gear. Come on, it's science. We've got to measure up."

He laughed, a little louder this time, the sound bouncing off the peeling walls of his tiny apartment. "You're ridiculous. Fine, let's see who's got the upper hand now."

They shuffled closer, shedding the last of their sleepy hesitation. Janice tugged the boxers down further, revealing her new addition in full--long, thick, and undeniably impressive. Fred glanced down at himself, then at her, his smirk faltering.

"Oh, come on," he muttered, squinting as he sized her up. "You've got me beat. That thing's a monster."

Janice cackled, throwing her head back. "Longer _and_ thicker, baby."

Fred leaned in, inspecting like he could argue the evidence away. "This is rigged. You've got some kind of overnight growth cheat code." He poked at her new endowment, and she yelped, swatting his hand.

"Careful! It's not just for show," she said, still grinning. "And don't try to distract me from my victory."

He flopped back onto the bed, arms spread wide in exaggerated surrender. "Fine, you win. My ego's officially bruised." But his eyes glinted, and he propped himself up again, closer now. "Still, I've got tricks you don't. Thickness isn't everything."

Janice arched a brow, her competitive streak flaring. "Oh, you think you can outplay me with experience? I've got length _and_ power now. Try me."

Fred's grin turned sharp, accepting the gauntlet. "You're on." His hand slid toward her, bold and sure, and she met him halfway, her fingers brushing his dual setup--cock and pussy both. She went for precision, testing his reactions, while he countered with a slow, deliberate touch that made her breath hitch.

"Still think you've got me beat?" he murmured, voice low, his forehead bumping hers.

Janice's laugh was shaky, heat pooling in her gut. "Maybe it's a tie," she conceded, her free hand gripping his shoulder. "For now."

Janice pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her grin still plastered across her face as she looked Fred up and down. Her victory was sinking in--longer, thicker, undeniable. She tapped her chin, feigning deep thought, then shot him a wicked sidelong glance. "You know what this means, right?"

Fred, still propped on his elbows, squinted at her suspiciously. "What?"

She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Smaller one's gotta receive."

His eyes widened, and for a split second, he looked genuinely thrown--then he burst out laughing, the sound rough and unguarded. "Oh, you're evil," he said, shaking his head. "You grow a dick for one morning and suddenly you're rewriting the rules?"

Janice shrugged, all mock innocence, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Hey, I didn't make the rules. Biology did. I'm just the champ enforcing them." She flexed her arms like a prizefighter, then pointed at her new equipment. "This bad boy says I'm topping the charts--and you're bottoming out."

Fred groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but the grin tugging at his lips gave him away. "You're insufferable. I'm not bottoming just because you've got an extra inch or so and some girth on me."

"An inch _and_ some girth," she corrected, poking his chest. "That's a landslide in dick terms. Come on, take one for the team."

He caught her wrist, pulling her closer until she half-tumbled onto him, both of them laughing now. "You're dreaming if you think I'm giving up that easy," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I've still got moves. And--" he nodded downward, "--a wild card you don't."

Janice smirked, glancing at the new softness between his legs. "Oh, right, the bonus feature. Guess we're both playing with a full deck now." She shifted, straddling his thighs, her touch turning exploratory again. "So, what's it gonna be, champ? You receiving, or are we flipping a coin?"

Fred's hands settled on her hips, his grip firm but playful. "How about we test the waters first? No rules, just... whatever feels right." His thumb brushed her skin, and the air between them crackled again, humor melting into something hotter.

Janice tilted her head, pretending to mull it over. "Deal. But I'm still bigger, so I get bragging rights."

"Brag all you want," he shot back, pulling her in for a messy, laughing kiss. "We'll see who's gloating later."

Janice lingered atop Fred, her weight pinning his thighs, her grin still wide but her eyes sharper now, glinting with something more than just playful triumph. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, then let it rest on his chest, fingers splayed. "Okay, but seriously," she said, her tone light but deliberate, "smaller one receiving--it's only fair."

Fred chuckled, though it came out a little breathless, his hands still resting on her hips. "You're not letting this go, are you?" He tilted his head, studying her, catching the way her gaze flicked down to him--hungry, almost predatory.

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' with a smirk. "Come on, Fred. I've got the edge here. Look at it--" She shifted, letting her thicker, longer length brush against his leg, a quiet flex of her newfound power. "It's practically begging to take charge. And you..." Her fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of his new softness. "You've got the perfect setup for it."

He swallowed, his laugh fading into a crooked grin. "You're really selling this, huh?" His voice was teasing, but there was a crack in it, a flicker of uncertainty--or maybe curiosity--slipping through.

Janice leaned in closer, her breath warm against his jaw. "Maybe I am," she murmured, her tone softening, coaxing. "Think about it. You, me, switching it up. Could be fun." Her hand pressed gently against him, testing, and his breath hitched. She didn't pull back--didn't want to. The idea had taken root in her, blooming into something she couldn't quite shake. She _wanted_ this, more than she'd expected--wanted to feel him give in, to explore this strange, thrilling shift between them.

Fred's eyes searched hers, his grip tightening on her hips. "You're serious," he said, half a question, half a realization. He shifted under her, adjusting to the new sensation she was stirring, and a flush crept up his neck. "You really want me to...?"

"Yeah," she admitted, her voice low, rawer now. "I do." She brushed her lips against his ear, a quiet plea wrapped in her tease. "Let me, Fred. Just this once. I've got the goods for it now--let's use them."

He exhaled sharply, caught between resistance and the pull of her insistence. Her touch was steady, persuasive, and the way her eyes locked on his--bright with want--made his resolve waver. "You're trouble," he muttered, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he slid a hand up her back, tentative but willing. "Alright. Convince me."

Janice's grin flashed triumphant, but her pulse raced with something deeper--anticipation, need. She kissed him hard, messy, letting her hands roam, guiding him into this uncharted territory. "You won't regret it," she whispered against his lips, meaning it more than she'd meant anything all morning.

Janice's lips lingered on Fred's for a moment longer, her kiss a mix of triumph and hunger, before she pulled back to meet his eyes. "Okay," she breathed, her voice soft but trembling with excitement. "Slow, alright? We'll figure it out."

Fred nodded, his chest rising and falling fast, a flicker of nerves in his hazel eyes. "Yeah. Slow's good." He shifted beneath her, opening his legs a little wider, his new anatomy exposed and vulnerable. His cock twitched faintly, but it was the soft, unfamiliar folds that held Janice's attention now.

She steadied herself, her hands gentle on his thighs as she positioned herself. Her own length--longer, thicker, pulsing with a need she hadn't expected--brushed against him, and a shiver ran through her. "God, Fred," she murmured, almost to herself, as she eased forward, pressing into him with careful, deliberate care.

The first sensation hit her like a wave--tight, warm, overwhelming. Her breath caught, and her hands gripped his hips harder than she meant to. "Holy shit," she whispered, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much, too good, this strange, perfect power surging through her. She wanted to lose herself in it, to chase the feeling until it consumed her, but she forced herself to pause, to check on him.

Fred tensed beneath her, his jaw clenched, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Fuck," he hissed, more surprise than pain, though his brows knitted together. "That's... a lot."

"You okay?" Janice asked, her voice tight with restraint. She wanted to move--God, she _needed_ to--but she held still, watching him, her desire warring with her care for him.

He nodded, short and sharp. "Yeah. Just... go easy, alright? It's weird as hell." His laugh was shaky, but he didn't pull away, his hands sliding to her arms, anchoring himself.

She did--slow, shallow thrusts, each one drawing a quiet gasp from her as the sensation built, spiraling deeper. Her control slipped, bit by bit, consumed by how it felt to fill him, to claim this new part of him. Her pace quickened, almost against her will, her hips rocking with a rhythm she couldn't fight. "Fred," she groaned, her voice raw, "you feel so fucking good."

Fred's breath came in short bursts, his body stiff at first, resisting the intrusion. He squirmed slightly, adjusting, his mind clearly wrestling with the strangeness of it--being entered, taken, when he'd always been the one to lead. "It's... intense," he managed, his voice strained. His eyes squeezed shut, and for a moment, Janice worried she'd pushed too far.

But then his grip on her tightened, his hips shifting--not away, but _into_ her, tentative, testing. A low sound rumbled in his throat, half a grunt, half a moan, and his tension started to melt. "Okay," he muttered, almost to himself. "Okay, yeah."

Janice caught the shift, her own need flaring hotter. She leaned down, kissing him messy and deep, her movements growing bolder, driven by the fire licking through her. "Yeah?" she panted against his mouth, thrusting harder now, lost in it. "You like it?"

Fred's answer was a ragged "Fuck, yes," his hands sliding to her back, pulling her closer. His reluctance crumbled, replaced by a slow, building heat as he gave in to the feeling--her thickness stretching him, the friction sparking something new and wild. His hips rocked up to meet hers, clumsy at first, then surer, and a grin broke through his gasps. "Didn't think I'd... shit, Janice, keep going."

Janice's rhythm had turned relentless, her hips snapping with a hunger she couldn't rein in, every thrust pulling a ragged sound from her throat. Sweat beaded on her brow, her dark hair sticking to her face as she watched Fred unravel beneath her--his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way his body arched into her now, fully surrendered. She was lost in it, teetering on her own edge, but she needed him there with her.

Fred's breaths came fast and uneven, his hands clawing at her back as the dual sensations crashed through him. The stretch and heat of her inside him--thick, unyielding--had flipped a switch, igniting something deep and unfamiliar in his core. His new pussy clenched around her, slick and pulsing, teetering on the brink, but his cock, hard and straining against his stomach, demanded more. He couldn't wait.

"Fuck," he gasped, one hand fumbling down between them, wrapping around his length. His fingers were rough, desperate, stroking himself in time with her thrusts--a frantic counterpoint to the slow burn building elsewhere. "Janice--shit, I'm close."

Her eyes snapped to his hand, then his face, a wild grin breaking through her haze. "Yeah?" she panted, driving into him harder, chasing his release as much as her own. "Do it, Fred. Let me see you."

He did. His fist pumped faster, slick with sweat and need, and the dual pressure hit him like a freight train. His pussy spasmed first, a sharp, shuddering wave that ripped a groan from him, his hips bucking up to meet her. The feeling was alien, overwhelming--wet and deep, radiating through him in pulses he couldn't control. It tipped him over, and his cock followed, twitching in his grip as he came hard, ropes of white spilling across his stomach, his hand trembling around himself.

"Jesus--fuck--" His voice broke, raw and loud, his head thrown back against the pillow as both climaxes collided, dragging him under. His body shook, caught in the crossfire of sensations--sharp and bright from his cock, slow and rolling from deeper within.

Janice watched him fall apart, and it snapped something in her. The sight--Fred, wrecked and writhing, his hand still moving, his new parts clenching around her--sent her hurtling over the edge. "Oh God," she choked out, her thrusts stuttering as her own release hit, a white-hot surge that made her vision blur. She buried herself deep, shuddering through it, her hands digging into his thighs as she rode the wave, every pulse of him amplifying her own.

They peaked together, a messy, breathless tangle--Fred's dual release leaving him trembling, Janice's consuming her until she collapsed against him, chest heaving. His hand fell limp beside him, streaked with his own mess, and she pressed her forehead to his, both of them gasping, spent, and grinning like idiots.

"Holy shit," Fred finally rasped, his voice hoarse, a dazed laugh bubbling up. "That was... both. Both fucking things."

Janice smirked, still catching her breath, her lips brushing his. "Told you I'd make it worth it."

Janice lay sprawled across Fred's chest, their breathing finally slowing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. She traced lazy circles on his skin, her mind already racing ahead. "You know," she said, propping herself up on one elbow, "this was fun, but I've got toys at my place that could make it _insane_." Her grin was wicked, her eyes glinting with renewed mischief.

Fred blinked up at her, still dazed from his double climax. "Toys?" He laughed, hoarse and incredulous. "You're already plotting round two?"

"Round two, three, whatever," she shot back, sitting up fully now. "I've got a vibe that'd blow your mind--and mine. But first..." She glanced down at herself, her new length still half-hard against her thigh. "We've got a problem. I walked over here in my work stuff--dress, tights, tennis shoes. No way I'm strolling back like _this_ without a plan."

Fred sat up too, rubbing the back of his neck as he assessed the situation. "Yeah, that's... prominent." He smirked, eyeing her endowment with a mix of amusement and lingering heat. "Dress isn't gonna hide that. Tights might, if we tuck it right."

She hopped off the bed, rummaging through the pile of clothes by the door until she found her outfit--navy dress, black tights, scuffed white sneakers. She wiggled into the tights first, grimacing as she tried to adjust herself. "Okay, help me out here," she said, turning to Fred. "Tuck and tape, or what?"

He slid off the bed, still naked and unbothered, kneeling in front of her with a grin. "Let's see." His hands were gentle at first, smoothing the tights up her legs, then carefully maneuvering her package to one side, pressing it flat against her thigh. "Gotta keep it discreet," he muttered, his fingers brushing her skin as he worked.

But the touch--warm, firm, lingering--had the opposite effect. Janice sucked in a breath as she felt herself twitch, then grow, the bulge straining against the fabric. "Fred," she groaned, half-laughing, "you're making it worse."

He looked up, eyes widening as he saw the problem literally rising. "Shit, sorry," he said, though his grin said he wasn't _that_ sorry. "It's got a mind of its own."

"Yeah, and it's gonna get me arrested for indecent exposure," she quipped, but her voice hitched as he adjusted again, his knuckles grazing her. She was fully hard now, the tights doing nothing to hide it--more like a neon sign screaming _look here_.

Fred sat back on his heels, hands on his thighs, staring at the situation. "Okay, new plan." His gaze flicked to her face, then back down, a slow smirk spreading. "We gotta get it down first."

Janice raised a brow, catching his drift. "You offering?"

"Only fair," he said, already leaning in. His hands steadied her hips, and he pressed a teasing kiss to the tip through the tights before tugging them down just enough to free her. She was thick and heavy in his grip, and he didn't hesitate--his mouth closed around her, warm and wet, taking her slow at first.

"Oh fuck," Janice breathed, her hands tangling in his hair. She'd been on the giving end before, but this--Fred's lips sliding down her length, his tongue working her--was a whole new level. He was messy, eager, sucking her deeper with each bob of his head, and her knees nearly buckled.

Fred hummed around her, one hand stroking what his mouth couldn't reach, the other braced on her thigh. He wasn't an expert--his rhythm faltered, his teeth grazed once or twice--but the raw enthusiasm made up for it. Janice's head tipped back, her moans spilling out as the pressure built fast, too fast.

"Fred--shit, I'm gonna--" She barely got the warning out before it hit, her hips jerking as she came, hot and sharp, spilling into his mouth. He choked slightly, pulling back with a sputter, but he grinned up at her, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

"Problem solved," he said, voice rough, as she softened in his grip.

Janice laughed, shaky and spent, tugging the tights back up. "You're a genius," she panted, the bulge now manageable--barely a hint under the dress. "Now let's get to my place before it wakes up again."

Fred stood, grabbing his own clothes with a smirk. "Lead the way, champ."

Janice smoothed her dress down one last time, eyeballing herself in Fred's dingy bathroom mirror. The tights kept her new package in check--mostly--courtesy of his quick thinking. She smirked, still riding the rush, and stepped back into the bedroom where Fred was tugging on jeans and a hoodie.

"Hold up," she said, lacing up her sneakers. "You're coming with me, right? Like, for the whole weekend? My place, toys, no interruptions."

Fred paused mid-zip, grinning at her over his shoulder. "You're locking me in already?"

"Damn right," she shot back, standing and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Grab an overnight bag. We're not coming back here 'til we're too wrecked to walk."

He laughed, shaking his head, but didn't argue. "Bossy as hell with that thing, aren't you?" He rummaged through his closet, tossing a beat-up duffel onto the bed. Toothbrush, a couple shirts, boxers, and a random pair of socks went in, chaotic but fast. "Alright, packed. You're in charge now, apparently."

"Always was," she teased, heading for the door. "Let's move."

Fred zipped the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and followed her out, locking up behind them. The morning air nipped at their skin as they hit the sidewalk, the street still sleepy--perfect for their covert trek to her place, ten minutes away. Janice kept her pace steady, the faint bulk of her new anatomy pressing against her thigh with every step. The tights held, but she couldn't shake the thrill of it--or the memory of Fred's mouth.

"So," Fred said, falling into step beside her, bag bouncing against his hip. "Toys. Spill it--what am I walking into?"

She grinned, sidelong and sly. "Oh, you'll see. Vibes, straps, maybe a plug if you're brave. I've got one with a pulse setting that'll have you begging."

His brows shot up, a laugh rumbling out. "Jesus, you're not playing. I'm gonna need a safe word."

"Pick one on the way," she quipped, then tensed as a jogger appeared up ahead. She tugged her dress down, muttering, "Act cool. Don't let me flash anyone."

Fred smirked, shifting closer like a human shield. "You're fine. Just don't strut too hard--felony territory, remember?"

She elbowed him, stifling a laugh. "Asshole. You're lucky I need you for round two." The jogger passed, oblivious, and she relaxed, her building looming closer--red brick, third-floor walk-up, her kingdom of chaos. "Almost there. You ready to lose it all over again?"

"With that bag of tricks?" Fred nodded at her, his grin sharp. "Bring it on."

She fished out her keys, shoving the door open with a hip. They stumbled inside, Fred's overnight bag thudding to the floor as the promise of what awaited them hung heavy in the air.

Janice kicked the apartment door shut behind them, dropping her bag by the scuffed coffee table as Fred tossed his duffel onto her lumpy couch. Her place was a glorious mess--plants spilling over the windowsill, books stacked haphazardly on every surface, a half-empty coffee mug perched on the armrest. The air smelled faintly of lavender and last night's takeout, a lived-in chaos that screamed _her_.

"Welcome to the lab," she said, spinning on her heel with a grin. "Toys are in the bedroom, but first..." She tugged at her dress, already itching to shed it. "I'm gonna try something on. Been dying to see how my stash looks with _this_." She gestured at her crotch, where the tights still strained faintly.

Fred flopped onto the couch, stretching his arms across the back, his grin lazy but intrigued. "Oh, I'm not missing this. Runway show, huh?"

"Damn right," she called over her shoulder, disappearing into her bedroom. The space was tighter than Fred's--bed unmade, fairy lights tangled above the headboard, a dresser overflowing with clothes. She yanked open the top drawer, digging past cotton briefs and mismatched socks until she hit the good stuff: a jumble of lace and silk she'd collected over the years.

First up was a black satin slip, slinky and short. She stripped off the dress and tights, letting her new length spring free, still a shock to see against her curves. The slip slid on easy, hugging her boobs, but down below--disaster. The fabric tented absurdly, her appendage refusing to cooperate. "Nope," she muttered, catching her reflection in the mirror. She looked like she was smuggling a flashlight. Off it went.

Next, a red bra and panty set--cute, but the panties were a nonstarter. She tugged them up, only for her dick to poke out the side, defiant. "Come on," she groaned, adjusting, but it just flopped over the waistband. Fred's muffled laugh from the living room didn't help.

"You good in there?" he called, voice thick with amusement.

"Shut it," she shot back, but she was grinning. Janice rifled through her drawer, tossing aside the misfires until she unearthed her prize: a lacy white teddy, sheer and daring, with a plunging neckline, high-cut sides, and--crucially--a crotchless design. She'd bought it on a whim ages ago, loving the tease of its open center, a slit framed by delicate straps that left nothing to hide. Perfect for today's experiment.

She stepped into the teddy. The lace slid up her legs, hugging her hips, the sheer fabric stretching tight across her chest. Below, the crotchless cut gaped--two thin straps arcing around her pelvis, leaving her dick and pussy fully exposed. No tucking needed; it hung there, bold and unapologetic, framed by the lace like a centerpiece. She grinned at the mirror--wild, sexy, a little ridiculous.

Next, the white hold-up stockings, lace tops gripping her thighs, soft and sleek. Then the thong--white, skimpy--over the teddy, a flimsy layer to tease rather than conceal. She adjusted it, letting her length rest against her thigh beneath the thong, the crotchless gap still visible if she moved right. The teddy's straps hugged her hips, the lace shimmered, and the stockings finished it off--provocative as hell.

She sauntered back to the living room, hips swaying, hands on her waist. "Alright, judge," she said, striking a pose. The teddy clung to her curves, the stockings gleamed, and the crotchless slit peeked through the thong's edge, her new appendage dangling free below the lace--a blatant, lacy-framed invitation.

Fred's jaw hit the floor. He lurched upright on the couch, eyes darting from her chest to her legs, then locking on the open crotch where her dick hung, thick and casual, against the white lace. "Fuck me," he rasped, standing in a rush. "Janice, that's--shit, that's insane."

She twirled, slow and deliberate, the teddy fluttering, the crotchless gap flashing as the thong shifted. "Crotchless," she said, smirking, giving her length a playful nudge. "No hiding this guy--just letting him breathe. Works, right?"

"Works?" Fred closed the distance, hands hovering, voice rough. "You're a goddamn vision. That open bit--I can't even--" He stopped, staring, then met her eyes, grinning like a kid who'd just unwrapped the best gift ever.

Janice stepped in, the lace brushing his chest, her exposed parts inches from him. "Thought you'd like it," she murmured, heat creeping into her tone. "Now imagine me in this, plus toys."

Janice stood there, basking in Fred's slack-jawed stare, the crotchless teddy hugging her curves, white lace framing her exposed length where it hung bold and free. The hold-up stockings clung to her thighs, and the thong--barely a whisper of fabric--shifted slightly as she cocked her hip, teasing him with the full effect.

Fred's grin turned feral, his eyes locked on the open slit of the teddy, her dick dangling unapologetically below. He stepped closer, hands flexing like he was barely holding back. "You know," he said, voice low and rough, "you don't need that thong in here." He nodded at the skimpy white fabric, then dropped to his knees in front of her, looking up with a glint of mischief. "No hiding that package in your own place."

Janice's breath hitched, a laugh bubbling up. "Oh yeah? You gonna enforce that rule?"

"Damn right," he growled, leaning in. His hands gripped her thighs, steadying her, and then his teeth caught the edge of the thong--right at the hip. He tugged, slow and deliberate, the fabric stretching as he worked it down with his mouth, his breath hot against her skin. The lace straps of the teddy brushed his face, and her length twitched, brushing his cheek as he pulled the thong lower.

She gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning, her hands landing in his hair. "Fred, you animal--fuck, that's hot."

He grinned around the fabric, yanking it past her thighs with a final nip, letting it drop to her ankles. She stepped out, and he sat back on his heels, admiring the full view--her dick now fully free, framed by the crotchless teddy's straps, the white lace a stark contrast to her flushed skin. The stockings stayed put, lace tops biting into her thighs, completing the picture.

"There," he said, standing, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's better. No point covering up in here--just let it all hang out." His eyes roamed her, hungry, lingering where the teddy left her exposed.

Janice smirked, stepping closer, her bare length brushing his jeans. "You're right," she purred, running a hand up his chest. "My place, my rules--and yours, apparently. Now that I'm free..." She tilted her head toward the bedroom. "Toys?"

Fred's laugh was rough, his hands settling on her hips, thumbs grazing the teddy's straps. "Oh, we're getting there. You're killing me like this--let's see what else you've got."

Janice led Fred into her bedroom, the fairy lights casting a soft glow over the unmade bed and cluttered dresser. She kicked the door shut, her crotchless teddy swaying as she moved, her exposed length swinging free with every step, framed by the white lace and stockings. Fred followed, overnight bag forgotten, his eyes dark with anticipation.

She pointed to the bed. "Sit," she said, voice firm but playful, then turned to her nightstand drawer--a treasure trove of chaos. "You're in for it now." She pulled out a handful of toys, laying them out like a buffet: a sleek black vibrator with a curved tip, a small pulsing plug, a ridged silicone wand, and a vibrating ring with a wicked hum. Each one gleamed under the light, promising trouble.

Fred sat, leaning back on his elbows, jeans still on but his hoodie half-off. "Shit, you weren't kidding," he said, eyeing the lineup. "You're gonna break me."

"Close," she grinned, picking up the black vibe first. "But not quite." She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, and tugged his jeans down just enough to free him--his cock springing up, his new pussy still a soft surprise below. She flicked the vibe on, a low buzz filling the room, and pressed it to his tip, teasing the sensitive head.

Fred jolted, a groan ripping out of him. "Fuck--Janice--" His hips twitched, chasing the sensation as she dragged the vibe down his length, then lower, circling his new folds. The buzz sank into him, deep and steady, and his breath hitched, his hands fisting the sheets. She watched, mesmerized, as his eyes fluttered shut, his body tensing--but she pulled back just as his groans turned desperate, leaving him panting.

"Not yet," she murmured, swapping the vibe for the pulsing plug. She slicked it with lube from the drawer, her fingers brushing his thighs as she eased it into him, slow and deliberate. The plug kicked on, a rhythmic throb against his new nerves, and Fred's head tipped back, a string of curses spilling out. "Oh God--shit, that's--" His hips rocked, the dual sensation of his cock straining and the plug pulsing driving him wild. She pushed it deeper, twisting, but stopped short again, pulling it free as his breaths grew ragged, his edge so close she could feel it.

"You're evil," he gasped, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

"Best kind," she shot back, grabbing the ridged wand next. This one was thicker, textured, and she ran it along his length first, letting the bumps drag against him, then dipped it lower, pressing it to his folds. She didn't turn it on--just teased with pressure, sliding it slow and firm. Fred's thighs trembled, his voice breaking on a moan. "Janice--please--" His cock twitched, leaking faintly, and his new parts clenched, but she eased off again, smirking as he swore under his breath.

"Almost," she teased, reaching for the vibrating ring. She slid it down his shaft, snug at the base, and flicked it on--sharp, insistent pulses that made him buck. "Fuck--fuck--" he growled, his hands grabbing her hips, nails digging into the teddy's lace. The ring buzzed against him, amplifying every thrust of her hovering touch, and his new pussy fluttered, wet and desperate. He was a mess--flushed, shaking, so close--but she turned it off, pulling it free just as his hips jerked hard.

"Janice!" he barked, half-laughing, half-pleading, collapsing back onto the bed. "You're killing me here."

She leaned over him, her length brushing his stomach, her grin wicked. "Good. You're gorgeous like this--right on the edge." She kissed him, messy and deep, tasting his frustration. "One more?"

Fred's plea hung in the air, his body a live wire beneath her--flushed, trembling, caught in the endless loop of almost-there. Janice grinned down at him, her lips brushing his in a fleeting, taunting kiss before she pulled back. "One more?" she repeated, her voice a low purr. "Oh, we're not done yet."

She slid off him, her crotchless teddy fluttering, her own length still swaying free as she rummaged in the drawer again. Fred groaned, dragging a hand over his face, his cock twitching against his stomach, his new pussy glistening from the onslaught. "You're a sadist," he muttered, but his eyes tracked her every move, hungry for whatever she'd throw at him next.

She held up her next pick: a feather-tipped wand, soft and deceptive, paired with a tiny remote-controlled bullet vibe. "Let's mix it up," she said, straddling him again, her thighs pinning his. She flicked the bullet on, its high-pitched hum cutting through the room, and pressed it to his inner thigh--close, but not quite where he needed it. Fred tensed, a sharp "Shit--" escaping him as she dragged it higher, teasing the crease where his leg met his groin.

Then came the feathers. She trailed the wand across his chest, light and tickling, down his abs, watching his muscles jump under the barely-there touch. His breath hitched, a laugh breaking through his moans. "That's--fuck, that's weird--" But when she brushed it over his cock, soft plumes dancing along his length, his hips bucked, a desperate edge creeping into his voice. "Janice--"

She smirked, moving the bullet closer--hovering it just above his new folds, letting the vibrations ripple through the air without touching. His thighs shook, his hands clawing at her lace-clad hips. "You're so close, aren't you?" she teased, her own pulse racing at how wrecked he looked--eyes glazed, lips parted, every nerve screaming. She dipped the bullet lower, grazing his wetness, and he arched, a guttural "Fuck, yes--" ripping out. But she pulled it away, the feathers taking its place, tickling his sensitive new parts until he writhed, cursing her name.

"Not yet," she whispered, tossing the wand aside and grabbing a new toy--a thick, ribbed sleeve, slick with lube. She slid it over his cock, slow and tight, the ridges dragging against him. Fred's head snapped back, a moan tearing free as she pumped it once, twice--his hips thrusting up, chasing it. The sleeve hugged him, amplifying every sensation, and his new pussy clenched in sync, aching for more. "Oh God--Janice, I can't--" he gasped, voice breaking, but she stopped, pulling it off just as his body locked up, teetering on the edge.

He collapsed back, panting, a wild laugh bubbling up. "You're--fuck, you're inhuman. I'm dying here."

Janice leaned in, her lips grazing his ear, her length brushing his thigh. "You're alive," she murmured, "and so pretty like this--begging without even saying it." She sat back, surveying her arsenal, then plucked up a dual-ended vibe--two buzzing heads, one for each of his parts. "One more round?"

Fred groaned, half-protest, half-surrender, his body still trembling. "You're gonna break me," he rasped, but his grin said he'd take it.

Janice's breath came quick and shallow, her own teasing pushing her to the limit. Fred lay sprawled beneath her, a gorgeous mess--sweat-slicked, trembling, his cock straining and his new pussy glistening from her relentless toy assault. Her own length stood rock hard, throbbing, aching to take over. She was done playing--she needed him, now.

"Hold on," she rasped, reaching into her toy stash one last time. She grabbed a smooth, curved dildo--thick enough to stretch, slick with lube from the drawer. Fred's eyes widened as she positioned it, sliding it into herself with a low groan, her pussy clenching around it. The fullness hit her hard, a sharp jolt that made her hips twitch, her cock pulsing even more. "Fuck," she muttered, settling it deep, the pressure feeding her fire.

Fred licked his lips, voice hoarse. "You're--shit, that's hot."

She grinned, wild and unsteady, and yanked his jeans the rest of the way off in one rough pull, tossing them aside. His legs fell open, his dual setup exposed--cock hard, pussy wet, begging for her. She grabbed the ribbed sleeve again, slick and ready, and slid it over his length, tight and unyielding. Fred bucked, a choked "Janice--" spilling out, but she didn't wait.

In one smooth, deliberate thrust, she entered him--her cock sinking all the way into his new folds, thick and unrelenting. Fred's head snapped back, a raw "Fuck!" tearing from his throat as she filled him, the dildo inside her shifting with the motion, sparking her own nerves. She gripped the sleeve, pumping it fast over his cock, matching her thrusts--hard, deep, no holding back.

The room dissolved into heat and sound--their gasps, the wet slap of skin, the sleeve's slick friction. Janice felt everything--her cock buried in him, the dildo pressing inside her, Fred's desperate writhing beneath her. "Come on," she growled, slamming into him, the lace of her teddy chafing her skin as she moved.

Janice's world narrowed to the fire roaring through her--her cock, rock hard and aching, pulsed with every heartbeat, the crotchless teddy's lace chafing her hips as she hovered over Fred. The dildo she'd slid into herself sat heavy and thick, stretching her pussy, its curve pressing against her inner walls with a delicious, unrelenting weight. She could feel it shift as she moved, a constant spark that made her thighs quiver. Fred lay beneath her, a beautiful wreck--his sandy hair plastered to his forehead, sweat gleaming on his chest, his cock jutting up rigid and red, his new pussy slick and swollen from her toy barrage.

Fred's body bowed off the bed, a raw, animal scream tearing from his lungs. "Fuck--oh fuck--" His head thrashed, his hands scrabbling at the sheets, then her hips, clawing at the teddy's straps. She pumped the sleeve over his cock in time with her thrusts, the ridges dragging against his sensitive skin, slick and unforgiving. His balls tightened, his cock throbbing in her grip, while his pussy sucked her in deeper, every muscle fluttering around her length. "Janice--shit, I'm--" he gasped, his voice breaking into a whine, his eyes rolling back.

She fucked him harder, her hips snapping, the dildo inside her shifting with every plunge, sending electric jolts through her core. Her cock swelled, the pressure building to a razor's edge--hot, unbearable, coiling tight in her gut. "Cum," she snarled, leaning over him, her breath hot against his face. "Fucking cum with me, Fred." The sleeve flew in her hand, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing, her stockings chafing her thighs as she pounded into him.

Fred broke first. His cock erupted in the sleeve, a violent shudder rocking him as thick, white spurts shot out, coating the ridges, dripping down onto his stomach in messy, pulsing waves. His shout was primal--"Fuck--yes--oh God--" his hips bucking wildly, smearing the cum across his skin. At the same instant, his pussy clenched around her cock, a second climax ripping through him--wet, shuddering, a flood of heat that soaked her length, his inner walls spasming in tight, rhythmic pulses. His thighs locked, trembling, his fingers bruising her hips as he rode it out, his face contorted in a mix of shock and bliss, sweat streaking his cheeks.

That did it for her. The sight--Fred's dual release, his cum streaking the sleeve, his pussy milking her--slammed into her like a tidal wave. Her cock throbbed once, twice, then exploded, a searing, white-hot rush as she came deep inside him. Thick, heavy spurts flooded his new depths, her hips jerking erratically as she emptied herself, each pulse a gut-punch of pleasure that made her growl his name--"Fred--fuck--" Her own pussy clamped down on the dildo, a second orgasm tearing through her core--sharp, wet, a gush of heat that soaked her thighs, the toy grinding against every nerve as she shook. Her vision blacked out at the edges, her body convulsing, the teddy's lace digging into her skin as she collapsed onto him, still buried deep.

They stayed locked like that--Fred's cock twitching its last in the sleeve, his pussy leaking around her softening length, her own release dripping down her legs, the dildo still lodged inside her. Their breaths mingled, ragged and loud, chests heaving as the aftershocks rippled through them. Cum and sweat smeared between their bodies, the air thick with the musky scent of sex. Fred's laugh came first, a wrecked, delirious sound. "Both... fucking both again," he rasped, his voice shot, one hand weakly stroking her back.

Janice grinned against his neck, her lips brushing sweat-slick skin, still trembling. "Told you," she panted, "I'd finish you big." Her cock slipped free, a final dribble of cum trailing out, and she shivered as the dildo shifted inside her, prolonging the buzz.

Janice slumped against Fred, their bodies a sticky, sated tangle on her rumpled bed. Her crotchless teddy clung to her sweat-damp skin, the dildo still nestled inside her, a faint buzz lingering in her core as her softening cock rested against his thigh. Fred sprawled beneath her, chest heaving, cum streaking his stomach and the sleeve discarded beside him, his new pussy still slick from her. The air hung heavy--musk, sweat, and the faint hum of the fairy lights above.

She propped herself up on one elbow, grinning down at him, her dark hair a wild halo. "You're a mess," she teased, tracing a finger through the mess on his abs. "Both parts, huh? I'm a goddamn genius."

Fred laughed, hoarse and wrecked, swiping a hand over his face. "Yeah, you broke me. Happy now?"

"Very," she purred, but her mind was already spinning, a new spark flaring. She sat up fully, the dildo shifting inside her with a shiver-inducing jolt, and eyed him with a mischievous glint. "You know what'd be fun? You in some lingerie. Lace, maybe. Something to match this--" She tugged at her teddy's strap, smirking.

Fred blinked, then snorted, rolling onto his side to face her. "What? No way. I'm not prancing around in panties, Janice."

She pouted, mock-offended, scooting closer. "Oh, come on. You'd look hot--those legs, that ass, all laced up? I'd lose my mind." She ran a hand up his thigh, teasing the edge of his new anatomy. "And it'd be fair--I'm out here rocking this teddy with a dick swinging free. Your turn."

He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. "Not happening. I'm good with jeans, thanks. You're the show-off here."

Janice narrowed her eyes, undeterred. "Oh, I'll convince you," she said, her voice dropping low, sultry. She slid down the bed, her stockings whispering against the sheets, until her face hovered over his lap. His cock, still half-hard and streaked with his own release, twitched under her gaze. "Bet I can change your mind."

Fred propped himself up, wary but intrigued. "What are you--oh, fuck--" His protest died as she wrapped her lips around him, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of his cum and the heat of his skin. Her tongue swirled over his tip, coaxing him back to life, and he groaned, his head tipping back. "Janice, you're--shit, that's cheating."

She hummed around him, the vibration making his hips jerk, and pulled back just enough to murmur, "Not cheating. Persuading." Her hand gripped his base, stroking as she sucked him deeper, her mouth hot and wet, relentless. The dildo inside her shifted with her movements, sparking her own arousal, but this was about him--breaking his resistance.

Fred's hands fisted the sheets, his breath ragged. "Fuck--you're evil--" His cock swelled in her mouth, thick and pulsing, and his new pussy clenched below, still sensitive from before. She worked him expertly--lips sliding down his length, tongue flicking the underside, her free hand teasing his balls until his thighs trembled. "Okay--fuck, okay--" he gasped, voice cracking, his resolve crumbling. "Lingerie. I'll do it. Just--don't stop--"

Janice pulled off with a wet pop, grinning triumphantly, her lips shiny. "Knew you'd cave." She wiped her mouth, climbing back up to kiss him--messy, possessive. "You're gonna look so fucking good, Fred."

He groaned, half-laughing, still dazed. "You're a menace. What am I even signing up for?"

She smirked, rolling off to rummage through her drawer again. "You'll see."

Janice bounced off the bed, her teddy swaying, the dildo still inside her sending little aftershocks through her as she dove back into her lingerie drawer. Fred lay there, catching his breath, his cock still glistening from her mouth, his chest rising and falling fast. He watched her with a mix of amusement and apprehension, one arm flung over his eyes. "I can't believe I agreed to this," he muttered, but the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"You'll thank me," she shot back, pulling out a handful of options--silk, lace, a tangle of straps. She held up a black satin thong first, dangling it from her finger. "Too basic," she decided, tossing it aside, then fished out a deep red garter belt with matching stockings. "Ooh, tempting, but..." She glanced at his new pussy and cock combo, smirking. "We need something that works with _both_."

Fred sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "What, you've got a custom dick-and-pussy set in there?"

"Not yet," she laughed, "but I'll improvise." She dug deeper, triumphant as she pulled out a pale blue lace set--a crotchless bodysuit, sheer and delicate, with floral patterns curling over the chest and hips, and a pair of thigh-high stockings to match. The bodysuit's open crotch mirrored her own teddy, perfect for his dual setup. "This," she said, holding it up, "is you."

He raised a brow, skeptical but intrigued. "That's... flimsy. You sure it'll fit?"

"Stretchy lace, babe," she said, tossing it onto his lap. "Put it on. Stockings too--I want the full effect."

Fred caught it, fingering the fabric with a snort. "You're lucky you're hot," he grumbled, but he stood, kicking off the last of his jeans. Naked now, his cock hung soft but heavy, his new pussy a soft slit below, still flushed from their earlier round. He stepped into the bodysuit, awkward at first, pulling it up his legs. The lace stretched over his thighs, hugging his hips, the crotchless gap framing his anatomy--cock dangling free, pussy exposed beneath. He tugged it higher, the sheer fabric clinging to his chest, outlining his pecs in faint blue floral.

"Fuck, this feels weird," he said, adjusting the straps over his shoulders, but he couldn't hide the flush creeping up his neck as he caught his reflection in her mirror.

Janice watched, biting her lip, heat pooling in her gut again. "Weird's an understatement--you look fucking _edible_." She handed him the stockings, kneeling to help roll them up his legs--lace tops gripping his thighs, pale blue against his skin. She sat back on her heels, taking him in: the bodysuit's lace stretched taut, his cock and pussy a bold centerpiece, the stockings adding a soft, sultry edge. "Holy shit, Fred."

He shifted, hands on his hips, half-laughing. "I look like a damn pinup. Happy now?"

"Beyond," she purred, standing to circle him, her fingers trailing over the lace on his back. "You're giving me ideas." She pressed herself against him, her own length brushing his thigh through the teddy's gap, already stirring again. "How's it feel?"

"Like I'm naked but fancier," he admitted, turning to face her, his grin crooked. "And... kinda hot, I guess. You're into this, huh?"

"Understatement," she said, her voice dropping as she kissed him--slow, hungry, tasting the lingering salt of him. "You in lace? I'm ready for round three."

Janice shoved Fred back onto the bed, her eyes blazing as she took in his laced-up form--the pale blue crotchless bodysuit hugging his frame, stockings clinging to his thighs, his cock and pussy framed like a gift. She climbed over him, her own teddy swaying, her rock-hard length jutting out from the open crotch, the dildo still inside her stoking her fire. "You're mine," she growled, grabbing his hips and pulling him to her.

Fred grinned up at her, half-teasing, half-daring. "Prove it," he shot back, spreading his legs wider, the lace stretching as he offered himself up. She didn't waste time--lining up, she thrust into him, her thick cock sinking deep into his new pussy, the wet heat swallowing her whole. Fred groaned, loud and ragged, his hands gripping her shoulders as she started to move--hard, fast, the bed creaking under them.

Janice's thrusts were relentless, her cock buried deep in Fred's new pussy, the pale blue crotchless bodysuit stretching across his frame as he moaned beneath her. The rhythm was primal--wet slaps, creaking springs, their breaths syncing in jagged gasps. Then the air shimmered, a prickling heat crawling over their skin, and the magic struck like a thunderbolt, halting them mid-motion.

Janice felt it first--a tingling surge racing up her spine, her muscles twitching as if electrified. Her arms, braced on either side of Fred, began to thicken--veins bulging under her skin, biceps swelling into hard, defined curves. She gasped, her thrust stuttering, as her shoulders broadened, popping faintly as bone and sinew expanded. Her chest heaved, her breasts pressing harder against the teddy's lace, nipples straining as her ribcage widened. Her legs lengthened beneath her, knees shifting, forcing her to adjust her stance--suddenly she towered over Fred, her height stretching past six feet, maybe six-two, her thighs now slabs of muscle flexing with power.

Her cock--God, her cock--grew too, mid-thrust, thickening inside him. She felt it swell, the girth stretching his walls, the length pushing deeper until her tip nudged something new inside him. "Fuck--" she growled, her voice dropping an octave, rough and resonant, vibrating in her bigger chest. Her hands, still gripping his hips, enlarged--fingers lengthening, palms widening, nails digging crescent moons into his skin as her strength doubled, tripled. The teddy strained, the lace creaking against her new bulk, her dildo shifting inside her stretched pussy, pressing harder, sparking a raw, electric thrill. She stared down at Fred, her vision sharpening, a predator's grin splitting her face--taller, bigger, stronger, and _fuck_, it felt good.

Fred's transformation hit a heartbeat later, his moan choking off into a startled cry as the magic remade him. His chest tingled, then swelled--soft mounds pushing up under the bodysuit, lace stretching taut as his pecs morphed into full, heavy breasts, round and firm, nipples hardening into peaks that poked through the floral pattern. His ribcage narrowed slightly, his waist cinching inward, hips flaring out into lush, feminine curves that made the lace ride up higher. His thighs thickened, soft but strong, the stockings digging into plush flesh as his legs reshaped--still muscular, but sleeker, unmistakably womanly.

His face shifted too--jaw softening, cheekbones rising, lips plumping into a pout that parted in a breathy whimper. His sandy hair lengthened slightly, spilling over his shoulders in messy waves, framing his new features. His cock stayed, but shrank--tapering from its former size to a smaller, delicate version, still hard, still leaking, but dainty against his new softness, bobbing with every jolt of Janice's thrusts. His pussy stayed too, but tightened, walls fluttering around her newly massive cock, wetter now, adapting to her girth with a slick, eager grip. "Janice--shit--" His voice pitched up, lilting and feminine, a sultry edge cutting through his shock.

They stared at each other--Janice, a towering amazon, her teddy barely containing her chiseled frame, her cock a monstrous force inside him; Fred, a curvy goddess in stretched blue lace, breasts bouncing, smaller cock twitching, pussy clenching her tight. The magic didn't just reshape them--it _ignited_ them. Janice felt invincible, her bigger hands pinning him effortlessly, her thrusts resuming with a savage, newfound power that made the bedframe groan. Her dildo ground deeper, her own pussy soaking, every nerve alight with her size, her dominance.

Fred arched beneath her, his new breasts jiggling with each slam, the lace chafing his sensitive nipples, sending jolts straight to his core. His smaller cock pulsed, smearing precum across his softer stomach, while his pussy stretched wide around her, the sensation sharper, hotter in his transformed body. "You're--fuck, you're massive--" he gasped, his higher voice trembling with awe, his hands roaming his own curves--squeezing his breasts, tracing his hips--lost in how good it felt to be taken like this.

Janice growled, her deeper timbre rumbling, "And you're fucking perfect--" She thrust harder, her bigger frame flexing, muscles rippling under sweat-slick skin, the magic making every move more intense, every sensation sharper, their new bodies a furnace of heat and need.

Janice's thrusts were a force of nature, her newly massive cock driving deep into Fred's transformed pussy, the pale blue crotchless bodysuit stretching across his curvy frame as he moaned beneath her. Her muscles rippled under her sweat-slick skin--arms thick and powerful, shoulders broad, her towering six-foot-plus form radiating strength. "Fuck--Fred--" she growled, her voice a deep, resonant thunder, vibrating through her expanded chest. She felt like a goddamn titan--every move effortless, her hips snapping with a power that made the bedframe tremble. Her hands gripped his hips, gentle but firm, lifting him off the mattress like he weighed nothing, angling him to take her deeper. "This strength--shit, I could hold you up all day," she laughed, her tone wild with awe, eyes glinting as she marveled at her own might.

Fred's high, breathy moan answered her, his new breasts bouncing under the lace, nipples teasing the floral pattern as she shifted him mid-air. "Do it--fuck, keep me up--" he urged, his softer face glowing with heat, lips parted in a needy, feminine gasp. His hands roamed his changed body--sliding over the plush curve of his hips, up to cup his full breasts, fingers teasing the lace against his skin. "I'm so--God, I'm so soft--" he whined, voice lilting and desperate, his smaller cock twitching against his rounded stomach, a thin bead of precum glistening. His pussy clenched around her, tight and slick, every thrust stretching him perfectly. "You're huge--fuck, I feel you everywhere--"

Janice's grin was feral, her towering form flexing as she tested her strength--lifting him higher, his legs dangling, stockings slipping slightly down his thickened thighs. "Yeah?" she rumbled, her deeper voice a thrill as she held him aloft, fucking him mid-air. Her biceps bulged, steady and unyielding, her core tight as she pumped into him--her cock a relentless force, her dildo jolting inside her with every move, sparking heat through her stretched pussy. "How's this?" She spun him effortlessly, her massive hands cradling his hips, flipping him to face her--his back arched, legs hooked over her arms, lace bodysuit fluttering as she thrust upward, suspending him entirely. The aerial shift made her laugh, deep and triumphant, her teddy straining against her chiseled frame. "I could fuck you across the room like this--"

Fred's eyes fluttered shut, his curvy body trembling in her grip, his breasts jiggling with every upward plunge. "Yes--shit, yes--" he gasped, his higher voice a sultry tremor, his hands gripping her forearms for balance. His smaller cock bobbed between them, smearing precum across his softer skin, while his pussy pulsed around her, dripping down her length. "You're so strong--fuck, it's insane--I'm weightless--" His new femininity thrilled him, the softness of his curves swaying in her hold, his smaller cock and tight pussy singing under her power, every sensation sharper in this airborne dance.

Janice shifted again, her strength a playground--she hoisted him higher, his thighs now draped over her shoulders, his back against the air as she stood, holding him up with ease. "Like that?" she snarled, her massive frame flexing as she thrust into him, her cock plunging deep from below, the bed forgotten. Her hands cradled his ass, gentle but unshakeable, her muscles rippling as she bounced him lightly--testing, teasing, loving how he floated in her grip. The dildo inside her ground harder, her own pussy soaking her thighs, and she groaned, her deeper voice shaking the room. "I'm a fucking giant--look at you, all mine up here--"

Fred's moan was a high, needy wail, his head tipping back, hair spilling over his shoulders as he surrendered to her strength. "Harder--God, Janice--" he begged, his hands clutching her shoulders, his breasts bouncing wildly, lace chafing his nipples into tight peaks. His smaller cock dangled, leaking steadily onto his stomach, while his pussy gripped her like a glove, slick and desperate. "You're--fuck, you're lifting me--I love it--" His transformed body quivered, every soft inch alive with how she held him aloft, her power making him feel fragile, desired, electric.

Janice's laugh boomed, her bigger lungs pumping as she pushed her strength further--spinning him mid-air again, his legs wrapping around her waist now, her thrusts relentless as she walked him backward, still fucking him off the ground. "You're perfect like this," she roared, her voice a deep thrill, her massive hands steady under his thighs, her cock filling him to the brim. The dildo sparked inside her, her own climax teasing the edge, her towering body a furnace of heat and might--she was drunk on it, on him, on this wild, aerial fuck.

Janice's towering frame glistened with sweat, her massive muscles flexing as she held Fred aloft, his curvy, lace-clad body bouncing in her grip. His legs clung to her waist, stockings slipping down his thickened thighs, his breasts jiggling under the stretched blue bodysuit with every relentless thrust. Her cock--huge now, thick and unyielding--plunged deep into his tight, slick pussy, while the dildo inside her own stretched core shifted with her movements, a constant, maddening pressure. "Fuck--Fred--" she growled, her deep voice a primal roar, her teddy straining against her chiseled bulk. She was a goddamn colossus, and she was ready to break them both.

Fred's high, feminine moans filled the room, his softer face contorted with pleasure, lips parted in a desperate pout. "Janice--shit, I'm--" he whined, his hands clutching her shoulders, his smaller cock bobbing between them, leaking a steady stream of precum onto his rounded stomach. His pussy fluttered around her, wet and hot, every thrust stretching him to his limit. "You're so--fuck, so big--" His new body quaked in her hold, airborne and helpless, the lace chafing his nipples into tight, sensitive peaks.

Janice grinned, feral and fierce, her massive hands steady under his thighs as she hoisted him higher, bouncing him like a rag doll--his weight nothing to her now. "Gonna make you scream," she snarled, and flexed her core hard, squeezing the dildo inside her. The thick toy pressed against her G-spot, her walls clamping down with a vise-like grip, and the sensation hit her like a lightning strike--sharp, searing, pushing her to the edge. "Fuck--feel that--" she groaned, her thrusts turning savage, her cock swelling inside him as her climax loomed.

Fred's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt her thicken, stretching him further. "Oh God--yes--" he gasped, and mirrored her--his transformed pussy tightening around her massive cock, muscles squeezing with a desperate, rhythmic pulse. The pressure was unreal, a hot, slick clamp that milked her length, and it snapped something in them both.

Janice came first, a torrent unleashed--her cock erupting inside him, thick, heavy spurts of cum flooding his pussy in a relentless gush. "Fuck--Fred--" she roared, her deep voice shaking the room, her hips jerking as she pumped him full, each pulse a gut-wrenching wave of pleasure. The dildo amplified it--her own pussy spasming around it, a second climax tearing through her original core, wet and wild, soaking her thighs in a hot rush that dripped down her legs. Her massive frame shuddered, muscles locking, her teddy tearing slightly at the seams as she bounced him through it, her strength unyielding.

Fred's climax hit a heartbeat later, triggered by her flood--the squeeze of his pussy around her, the brutal bounce of her thrusts sending him over. His smaller cock twitched, then exploded, a geyser of cum shooting upward as she rag-dolled him mid-air. "Janice--fuck--" he screamed, his high voice breaking into a wail, his head tipping back just as the first thick spurt hit his own face--splashing across his softer cheeks, his plump lips, streaking into his hair. Another jet followed, coating his chin, dripping down his neck, while his pussy convulsed around her, a second wave of release soaking her cock, mixing with her cum in a messy, dripping torrent. His breasts bounced wildly, lace stretched to breaking, his body flailing in her grip--limp, shuddering, a rag doll lost in the storm of it.

They rode it out together--Janice's massive hands holding him steady, her cock pulsing its last inside him, her own pussy clenching the dildo in fading spasms, cum and fluids pooling beneath them. Fred dangled in her arms, cum streaking his face, his smaller cock dribbling its final drops onto his stomach, his pussy leaking their combined release down his thighs. The air was thick--sweat, sex, the sharp tang of their mess--and their breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps.

Janice lowered him slowly, her strength still humming, setting him on the bed with a gentleness that belied her size. She collapsed beside him, her towering frame heaving, the torn teddy clinging to her sweat-soaked skin. Fred lay there, a wrecked, cum-streaked goddess, lace bodysuit askew, stockings bunched, his new curves trembling. He swiped a hand across his face, smearing the mess, and laughed--a high, dazed sound. "Fucking--shot my own face," he panted, voice still feminine, raw with awe.

Janice grinned, her deeper laugh rumbling as she propped herself up, brushing his hair back. "Looked good doing it," she rasped, her massive hand gentle now, her own thighs slick with her release. "This strength--shit, we're unstoppable."

Janice slumped beside Fred, her massive frame sinking into the mattress, her torn teddy clinging to her sweat-drenched skin. Her chest heaved, her thick muscles still twitching from the exertion, her cock softening against her thigh, slick with their combined release. Fred lay sprawled next to her, a cum-streaked vision--his blue lace bodysuit stretched and askew, stockings bunched around his thicker thighs, his new breasts rising and falling with shaky breaths. Cum glistened on his softer face, streaking his cheeks and lips, his smaller cock limp against his rounded stomach, his pussy still leaking onto the sheets.

She shifted, wincing slightly as the dildo inside her pressed against her oversensitive walls. "Fuck, this thing," she muttered, her deeper voice rough with exhaustion. Reaching down, she slid it out--slowly, deliberately, groaning as her stretched pussy released it with a wet, slick sound. The toy glistened, coated in her release, and she tossed it onto the nightstand with a lazy flick of her massive wrist, her arm flexing casually with the motion. "Done with that for now," she rasped, flopping back, her towering six-foot-plus frame sprawling across the bed.

Fred turned his head, wiping a smear of cum from his chin with a dazed grin, his high, feminine voice cutting through the haze. "Wait--hold up," he said, pushing himself up on his elbows, his breasts jiggling slightly under the lace. "We gotta compare. Look at us--fucking magic did a number." His eyes roamed her--her broadened shoulders, her chiseled arms, the sheer bulk of her--and then dropped to his own curvy form, curiosity sparking.

Janice smirked, sitting up with a grunt, her bigger hands bracing on her knees. "Yeah? You wanna size me up, huh?" She flexed one arm, her bicep bulging into a hard, sculpted mound, veins tracing under her skin. "Alright, let's see."

Fred scrambled to sit, his new hips swaying as he faced her, the bodysuit riding up his softer waist. He ran his hands over his chest first, cupping his full breasts--round and heavy, the lace barely containing them. "These--shit, they're real," he marveled, squeezing gently, his nipples hardening under his fingers. His voice was still high, lilting, and he laughed, glancing at Janice. "You're still bigger up top, but damn, I'm stacked now."

She chuckled, her deep rumble shaking her frame as she leaned forward, her own breasts pressing against the torn teddy. "Mine got a boost too," she said, hefting them with her massive hands, the lace fraying further. "But check this--" She stood, towering over him, her height stretching the room's scale--six-two, maybe more, her thighs like tree trunks, calves carved with muscle. She turned, flexing her back, the ripple of power visible even through the sweat-soaked fabric. "I'm a fucking tank."

Fred's jaw dropped, his softer face lighting up as he stood too, wobbling slightly on his thicker legs. "Holy shit--you're massive," he said, stepping closer, his curvy frame brushing hers. He barely reached her chest now, his new height shorter, softer, feminine. He ran a hand down her arm, tracing the hard curve of her bicep, then down to her abs--tight, defined, a wall of strength. "You could lift me with one hand."

"Already did," she grinned, flexing again, her deeper voice teasing. "Your turn--show off."

He smirked, turning to give her the full view--his hips flared wide, ass round and plush under the lace, thighs soft but strong, the stockings accentuating every curve. He bent slightly, letting his breasts hang, then straightened, his smaller cock--still there, dainty now--swaying faintly as he moved. "Look at this," he said, patting his hips, then sliding a hand between his legs to his pussy, still slick and flushed. "Soft everywhere--except this little guy," he added, flicking his shrunken cock with a laugh, watching it twitch.

Janice stepped in, her massive hand gentle as she traced his new curves--down his waist, over his ass, then up to his chest, brushing his nipples through the lace. "You're fucking gorgeous," she murmured, her deep tone soft now, her height making her loom protectively. "Smaller dick, bigger everything else--magic knew what it was doing."

Fred grinned, pressing against her, his softer body warm against her hard bulk. "And you're a goddamn giant--I'm into it," he said, his high voice playful as he craned his neck to kiss her, lips brushing her jaw. "We're freaks now, huh?"

"Best kind," she rumbled, wrapping one huge arm around him, pulling him close, their transformed bodies a wild, perfect contrast.

Fred nestled against Janice's massive frame, his softer curves pressed to her hard bulk, his lace bodysuit rubbing against her torn teddy. His cum-streaked face tilted up, his new, fuller lips curling into a grin as he caught his breath. "Okay, but seriously," he said, his high, feminine voice bright with excitement, "we need numbers. How big are you now? How small's this--" He flicked his shrunken cock again, watching it bob lightly, then patted his curvy hips. "Let's measure. I wanna know _exactly_ what we're working with."

Janice's deep laugh rumbled through her broader chest, her massive hand resting on his waist, fingers spanning nearly half his new girth. "You're a nerd even with tits," she teased, her gravelly tone warm. She flexed her free arm, her bicep bulging into a rock-hard curve, and nodded. "Fine, I'm curious too--wanna see how much of a giant I am. There's a tape measure over there" Waving her hand towards the dresser.

Fred's eyes lit up, and he disentangled himself, his thicker thighs wobbling slightly as he padded to the dresser--his new hips swaying, stockings sagging around his calves. "Somewhere in this mess," he muttered, digging through a drawer of odds and ends--pens, receipts, a stray sock--until he triumphantly pulled out a coiled yellow tape measure. "Jackpot!" He spun back, his breasts bouncing under the lace, and tossed it to her.

Janice caught it with one huge hand, her reflexes sharper now, and stood--her towering height unfolding. "You first," she said, stepping closer, her shadow falling over him. "Let's see those curves." She unrolled the tape, her massive fingers surprisingly deft as she held it up, grinning down at him.

Fred straightened, hands on his hips, striking a mock pose--his softer waist cinching in, his ass popping under the bodysuit. "Start here," he said, tapping his chest. Janice obliged, wrapping the tape around his new breasts--full and round, straining the lace. She pulled it snug, her deep voice humming as she read, "Thirty-six inches--damn, you're a C-cup, easy." Fred squeezed them, laughing, his high voice giddy. "Fuck yeah--better than I hoped."

She moved lower, circling his waist--narrow now, a feminine dip. "Twenty-eight," she announced, then slid the tape around his hips, her fingers brushing his plush curves. "Thirty-eight--shit, Fred, you're an hourglass." He wiggled his ass, grinning, then pointed to his smaller cock, still dangling free. "What about this guy?"

Janice knelt, her massive frame folding gracefully, and held the tape along his length--soft now, delicate against his new softness. "Four inches," she said, smirking up at him. "Half what it was, but cute as hell." Fred snorted, flicking it again. "Cute's right--still works, though."

"Your turn," he said, snatching the tape back, his curvy form brushing hers as he stood on tiptoes to reach her shoulders. "Fuck, you're tall--hold still." He stretched the tape from her feet up, his hands trembling slightly as he climbed a chair to get the full measure. "Six-three--Jesus, Janice, you're a skyscraper." She flexed her legs--thighs like steel cables--and grinned, her deeper voice rumbling. "Feels it."

He hopped down, circling her chest--her breasts bigger, her ribcage wider. "Forty-two inches," he called, then wrapped the tape around her biceps, flexing under his touch. "Seventeen--fuck, your arms are cannons." She laughed, pumping them, the muscle swelling even more. "Told you--tank mode."

Fred slid the tape lower, around her waist--still defined, but thicker with power. "Thirty-two," he said, then her hips--broader, strong. "Forty." He paused, eyeing her cock, soft but massive against her thigh. "Gotta measure this beast," he teased, kneeling now, his softer face level with it. He stretched the tape along it--thick even flaccid, a heavy weight. "Eight inches soft--fuck, what's it hard?" Janice smirked, flexing her core, and it twitched, stirring. "Guess higher--ten, maybe eleven now."

Fred sat back, his curvy frame plopped on the floor, tape dangling from his hand as he stared up at her--six-three, chiseled, a towering goddess next to his five-nine, hourglass softness. "We're freaks," he said, his high voice awed, a grin splitting his cum-streaked face. "You're a giant, I'm a pinup."

Janice dropped to her knees beside him, her massive hand cupping his softer cheek, thumb brushing the mess there. "Best freaks around," she rumbled, pulling him into a kiss--deep, messy, their new sizes clashing in the best way.

Janice eased back from the kiss, her massive six-three frame towering over Fred's curvy five-nine, her torn teddy clinging to her sweat-slick bulk as she grinned down at him. His blue lace bodysuit stretched across his new breasts, stockings sagging around his thicker thighs--both of them still buzzing from their last round. She stepped toward the new second closet, her heavy tread shaking the floor, and flung it open--dresses, skirts, and heels spilling out, tailored for her chiseled form.

Fred followed suit, his softer hips swaying as he darted to his own closet, the lavender scent of his transformed body trailing behind. He rummaged through a cascade of flowy fabrics--skirts, pantyhose, strappy shoes--his high, feminine giggle echoing as he pulled out a black pencil skirt and a lacy white blouse.

Janice stripped the teddy off, her forty-two-inch chest and seventeen-inch biceps flexing as she grabbed a deep green A-line dress--sleeves tight, skirt flared. She slipped it on, the fabric stretching over her broad shoulders and thirty-two-inch waist, swirling around her muscular thighs. She sat, rolling a pair of opaque black tights up her thick calves--her massive hands smoothing them over her skin, her eight-inch soft cock tucked sideways against her pelvis, the tights holding it snug. The dress settled over it, the outline faint as she stood, her height dominating.

Fred shed the bodysuit, his thirty-six-inch breasts bouncing free as he stepped into a pair of nude pantyhose--tugging them up his plush thighs, his four-inch cock pressed flat to one side, the sheer fabric clinging to his thirty-eight-inch hips and twenty-eight-inch waist, his pussy nestled beneath. He slid the pencil skirt on, the black fabric hugging his curves, ending mid-thigh, then buttoned the lacy blouse--his breasts peeking through, nipples teasing the fabric. He grabbed a pair of black kitten heels--two inches, dainty--and slipped them on, steadying himself with a click.

Janice turned to her closet, snagging a pair of black pumps--four inches, chunky heels to support her bulk. She stepped in, rising to six-seven, the tights shimmering, the green dress swishing as she strode forward--her muscular legs stretched long, her presence a towering grace. Fred twirled beside her, his skirt flaring slightly, heels tapping, his softer frame flowing in contrast to her solidity.

They froze mid-step, eyes catching the apartment's shift. The single closet had doubled--hers packed with skirts, dresses, thigh-high stockings spilling from drawers, chunky heels lined up; his brimming with frocks, pantyhose stacks, delicate sandals in rows. The living room widened--a second couch angled by the wall, two mugs on the coffee table, plants doubled on new shelves. The bathroom door creaked open--two vanities, her thick comb beside his slim brush, two perfume bottles catching the light.

Janice swapped the tights for sheer black stockings--longer, tops gripping mid-thigh under the green dress, her cock tucked naturally, the skirt fluttering higher. Fred ditched the skirt for a lavender shift dress--loose, ending above his knees--slipping it over the pantyhose, his breasts lifting the fabric, his cock a subtle swell beneath. He traded the kitten heels for black strappy heels--three inches, wobbling then steadying as he rose to five-nine.

She thudded closer in her pumps, pulling him into her massive arms--her green dress brushing his lavender one, his softer curves warm against her hard bulk. He pressed into her, their heights and forms a wild dance, the apartment's new dual life wrapping around them--two closets, two scents, two selves, effortlessly entwined.

Janice held Fred close, her massive new frame--boosted by the four-inch pumps--dwarfing his. Her sheer black stockings shimmered against her muscular thighs. Her hand slid down his back, tracing the curve of his hips, then dipped lower--fingers brushing the faint swell beneath his dress.

Fred's breath hitched, his high, feminine voice catching as her thick fingers grazed his pantyhose-covered cock--small, snug, pressed flat against his pelvis. "Janice--" he murmured, his breasts lifting the lavender fabric as he leaned into her, his strappy heels clicking faintly on the floor.

She grinned, her deep rumble vibrating as her hand pressed firmer, cupping him through the sheer hose--feeling the delicate heat of him, the way he twitched under her touch. "Fuck, you're cute like this," she rasped, her gravelly voice low, her fingers stroking slow and deliberate--up and down, teasing the outline through the fabric. The pantyhose stretched slightly, his tiny cock hardening, straining against the confinement, a small, perfect bulge under her palm.

He squirmed, his plush thighs trembling, his hands gripping her broad shoulders--nails digging into the green dress's sleeves. "Shit--Janice--" he gasped, his voice pitching higher, his new curves quivering as she worked him. Her massive fingers pressed harder, rubbing circles now, the friction of the pantyhose amplifying every stroke--hot, slick, relentless. His smaller cock pulsed, the sensation sharp and tight, his pussy fluttering beneath, dampening the hose.

"Come on," she murmured, her deep tone coaxing as she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her six-seven height looming. "Let it go--right here." Her hand quickened, squeezing gently, the pantyhose trapping his heat as she pushed him toward the edge--her own cock stirring under her dress, but this was about him.

Fred's head tipped back, his softer face flushing, lips parting in a breathy moan--"Fuck--oh God--" His hips bucked, his tiny cock throbbing under her fingers, and then he broke--cum spurting into the pantyhose, warm and wet, seeping through the sheer fabric in thick, messy pulses. The lavender dress hid most of it, but a faint damp spot bloomed at his groin, the hose clinging stickily to his skin as he shuddered, his strappy heels wobbling. His breasts heaved, nipples peaking through the fabric, his high voice a wrecked whimper as he clung to her.

Janice pulled her hand back, smirking, her massive fingers glistening faintly as she wiped them on her dress. "There you go," she rumbled, her deep laugh warm, stepping back to admire him--lavender dress, cum-soaked pantyhose, flushed and gorgeous. She straightened, her pumps thudding, the green dress swishing over her stockings. "Let's go out--lunch. Like this."

Fred blinked, still panting, his softer hand brushing the wet spot--then grinned, his high voice steadying. "You're insane," he said, but he adjusted his dress, smoothing it over the mess, his heels clicking as he steadied himself. "Lunch it is--sticky and all."

The apartment hummed around them--two closets brimming with dresses and heels, two mugs on the table, two lives seamlessly stitched together. Janice grabbed a small purse from her closet--big enough for her thick hands--while Fred snagged a clutch from his, their transformed selves reflected in every corner as they headed for the door, unchanged and unapologetic.

Janice pushed the apartment door open, her four-inch pumps thudding as she stepped into the hallway, her six-seven frame filling the space. The green A-line dress swirled around her muscular thighs, the sheer black stockings catching the dim light, her tucked eight-inch cock a subtle weight against her pelvis. Fred followed, his three-inch strappy heels clicking, the lavender shift dress swaying over his thirty-eight-inch hips, the nude pantyhose clinging to his cum-soaked groin--still damp, a faint sheen visible if you looked close. He clutched his purse, his softer five-nine form swaying with each step, his thirty-six-inch breasts lifting the fabric.

She locked the door--two keys now, one for each, hanging on a new double hook--and glanced at him, her deep voice rumbling with a grin. "Ready to strut, pinup?" Her massive hand adjusted her purse strap, the leather creaking under her seventeen-inch bicep.

Fred smoothed his dress, his high, feminine voice lilting as he smirked. "Born for it, giant." He flicked his hair--longer now, brushing his shoulders--and took her arm, his plush curves pressing against her hard bulk as they headed down the stairs. The building felt different--two mailboxes with their names side by side, a second welcome mat at the entrance, the magic threading deeper into their reality.

Outside, the March air nipped at their legs--cool but crisp, the sun high on this mid-month Saturday. The street buzzed with weekend life: dog walkers, a jogger, cars rolling past. Janice's pumps clacked on the sidewalk, her six-seven height drawing glances--her broad shoulders and chiseled frame cutting a striking figure in the dress and stockings, her tucked cock secure but a faint thrill with every stride. Fred's heels tapped beside her, his lavender dress fluttering, the sticky pantyhose a secret thrill against his skin--his smaller cock still tingling, his pussy damp beneath, his curvy form swaying naturally.

They passed a café window, catching their reflection--her towering in green, him petite in lavender, both femme and bold despite their cocks. Fred tilted his head, his high voice soft. "We look good--fucking wild, but good." A woman walking by did a double take--Janice's bulk, Fred's curves--then smiled, nodding like it was just another day.

Janice's deep laugh boomed, her massive hand squeezing his arm. "Damn right." She steered them toward a diner two blocks down--neon sign flickering, the kind of place with vinyl booths and greasy spoons. "This joint's got pancakes--let's fuel up." Her stomach growled, her bigger body demanding more, and Fred nodded, his softer hand patting his own belly, still buzzing from his climax.

Inside, the hostess--a wiry woman with a pen behind her ear--barely blinked at them, grabbing two menus. "Booth okay?" she asked, leading them to a corner spot--two placemats already set, like the place knew. Janice slid in, her thick thighs spreading under the table, the dress riding up slightly, her stockings whispering against the vinyl. Fred slipped in across, his pantyhose sticking faintly to the seat, his lavender dress pooling around him--his cum-soaked groin a private thrill as he crossed his legs.

The menus were doubled too--two specials listed, two coffee options, the magic's touch subtle but everywhere. Fred leaned forward, his breasts pressing the table, his high voice teasing. "Think they've got a 'femme with a dick' discount?" Janice's deep chuckle shook the booth, her massive hand flipping the menu. "If not, I'll flex for it," she rumbled, her bicep bulging under the sleeve.

They settled in, the diner's hum wrapping around them--two transformed souls, dressed to the nines, cocks tucked and unapologetic, ready to eat.

Janice stretched out in the booth, her massive frame making the vinyl groan, her pumps nudging Fred's heels under the table. Fred leaned back across from her, legs crossed, still buzzing from earlier, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he skimmed the menu. The diner buzzed around them--coffee brewing, plates clattering, a lazy Saturday vibe in the air.

"Pancakes?" Fred asked, glancing up at her, his voice high and teasing. "Or you gonna devour the whole kitchen, babe?"

Janice chuckled, deep and warm, leaning forward. "Pancakes, burger--why choose? I'm starving, and you're not helping." She winked, her big hand flipping the menu like it weighed nothing.

He laughed, tapping his order. "Fine, I'll stick with pancakes--extra syrup. Gotta keep up with you somehow." His eyes flicked to hers, playful, daring her to bite.

The waitress rolled up, notepad ready, unfazed. "What's it gonna be?" Fred went first, voice lilting. "Pancakes, syrup on the side, coffee." Janice grinned, her tone rumbling. "Burger, fries, pancakes too--black coffee." The waitress scribbled and vanished with a quick nod.

Fred propped his elbows on the table, leaning in close. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Eating for two now?" His heel brushed her pump, a little spark under the table.

She smirked, stretching back, arms flexing for a second. "Gotta fuel this, sweetheart. You're the one who wore me out." Her voice dipped, flirty, her eyes locking on his.

He grinned, sipping the water she'd slid him earlier. "Oh, please--I'm the innocent one here. You're the beast." He nudged her foot back, his tone light but loaded.

Their plates landed--pancakes dripping syrup for him, a burger and stack for her, steam curling up. Fred dove in, fork messy with syrup, laughing through a bite. "Goddamn, this is good." Janice tackled her burger, big hands making it look small, grease smudging her fingers before she swapped to the pancakes. "Hits the spot," she said, grinning around a mouthful. "You're still cuter eating, though."

Fred wiped his chin, smirking. "Flatterer. Bet you say that to all the girls in pantyhose." He took a slow sip of coffee, eyes dancing over the rim.

"Only the ones who keep up," she shot back, her laugh low and easy, popping a fry in her mouth. She glanced around--the diner's doubled touches catching her eye: two coasters, two jackets by the door--one leather, one wool. "Place feels like ours, huh?"

Fred followed her look, nodding at the two mugs, the extra stool at the counter. "Yeah, it's got our vibe now. Cozy." He leaned closer, voice dropping. "You think they'd care if I kissed you right here?"

Janice's grin widened, her pump tapping his heel again. "Try it and see, hotshot." She popped another fry, daring him with a look, the brunch turning into their little game.

Outside, the street hummed--cars rolling by, a dog yapping faintly--but inside, it was just them, flirting over pancakes and coffee, lovers in their own weird, perfect world.

Janice lounged in the booth, her burger a greasy pile of crumbs, her massive hand swiping ketchup off her lip as she grinned at Fred. He sat across, twirling his fork through syrup-soaked pancakes, his lavender dress glowing under the diner's lights. Plates clinked, voices hummed, but her eyes were glued to him--his sly smile, the way he teased her with every bite.

"You're too damn cute with that syrup," she said, her deep voice a husky tease, slipping a hand under the table. Her grin sharpened, and with a flick, she kicked off a pump--the four-inch heel dropping with a soft clack. "Makes me wanna play." Her long leg stretched out, her stockinged foot brushing his knee, warm through the sheer black fabric.

Fred's fork stalled, his high voice catching mid-laugh. "Janice, what're you up to--" he started, but her smirk shut him up, her toes sliding higher--grazing the soft inside of his thigh. His eyes flared, breath hitching, but he leaned into it, grinning back, egging her on.

She didn't waste time--her toes found his pantyhose-covered pussy, the nude fabric stretched tight and damp from earlier, his four-inch cock pressed flat above it. "Relax, babe," she rumbled, leaning forward like they were just chatting, snagging a fry with her free hand. Her stockinged toes pressed in--firm, slow--massaging his pussy through the hose, feeling the slick heat, the way his folds parted under her touch. The pantyhose clung, wet and taut, and she rubbed deep, lazy circles--her big toe tracing his entrance, teasing the edges, then brushing up to his tiny cock, feeling it twitch and harden.

Fred gripped the table, his softer face flushing, a shaky "Fuck--" slipping out low. His legs spread wider, giving her space, his high voice trembling. "You're crazy." Her toes kept at it--curling, kneading his pussy, the stocking sliding slick against the pantyhose, a hot, gritty friction. His cock pulsed above, small but eager, the pantyhose trapping its heat as she teased both--rubbing his folds, nudging his shaft, his wetness soaking through.

"Love this," she purred, her deep tone flirty, popping the fry in her mouth like it was nothing. Then she pushed it--her big toe pressed harder, nudging his pussy open through the pantyhose, stretching the fabric as she slipped inside--just the tip, breaching his slick heat. The hose hugged her toe, his walls clenching tight around it, a fresh gush soaking her stocking as she wiggled deeper.

"Janice--shit--" he gasped, his high voice cracking, his hands clutching the table edge. His hips rocked, subtle but hungry, chasing her--her toe massaging inside, curling against his inner walls, the pantyhose adding a rough edge to every thrust. His tiny cock throbbed above, leaking through the fabric, a damp spot spreading under his dress as she worked him--pushing in, pulling back, then diving deeper, her toes flexing inside his pussy.

She smirked, sipping her coffee all casual, her foot relentless--rubbing his walls, slipping out to tease his cock, then plunging back in. "Cum for me, sweetheart," she teased, her deep voice a velvet growl, her toes pumping now--massaging, stretching, driving him wild. The diner faded--plates rattling, voices droning--just his ragged breaths, the way he squirmed under her.

Fred's eyes squeezed shut, his softer face twisting with heat, and then he lost it--his pussy clamping down on her toe, a wet, shuddering spasm as he came, hard and messy. His tiny cock erupted above, cum spurting through the pantyhose in thick, warm bursts, soaking the fabric, dripping down to mix with the flood from his pussy--her stocking drenched, the table hiding the chaos. "Fuck--oh God--" he choked, high and wrecked, slumping back, his lavender dress barely covering the mess.

Janice slid her foot back, toes slick as she eased them into the pump with a smug clack, her deep laugh low and satisfied. "That's my boy," she said, winking, grabbing another fry. "Still up for more coffee?"

Fred panted, grinning through the haze, his high voice shaky but warm. "You're a menace," he muttered, smoothing his dress over the sticky chaos, his heels tapping under the table. "Yeah--coffee. You're paying."

Fred slumped back in the booth, his softer face still flushed, a dazed grin tugging at his lips as he smoothed his lavender dress over the cum-soaked pantyhose--sticky, warm, a secret mess under the table. Janice smirked across from him, her deep laugh rumbling as she popped a fry in her mouth, her stockinged foot back in its pump with a smug little clack. The diner's hum--coffee pouring, plates clinking--wrapped around them, but her focus lingered on him, his wrecked glow feeding her buzz.

"Goddamn, you're fun," she said, her deep voice a warm tease, leaning forward to snag his coffee mug for a sip. But as she shifted, her grin faltered--a tight, hot pressure building under her green dress. Her eight-inch cock--her transformed clit--had swelled hard during her little stunt, throbbing against the black tights, and now it was _not_ playing subtle. The fabric stretched, the dress tenting awkwardly over her lap, her massive frame making it impossible to hide. "Shit," she muttered, adjusting her posture, crossing her legs--but the bulge only shifted, more obvious now, a thick outline pressing up.

Fred caught it, his high voice lilting with a laugh as he straightened, wiping syrup from his fingers. "What's wrong, babe? You okay over there?" His eyes dropped to her lap, widening, then flicked back up, a wicked grin spreading. "Oh--oh, you're in trouble now."

She groaned, her deep tone half-amused, half-annoyed, her massive hand tugging at the dress hem--useless, the skirt too flared to mask it. "Yeah, well, fucking you up got me worked up," she said, smirking despite herself, her pumps tapping under the table. "This thing's got no chill--too big to tuck now." She shifted again, the tights straining, her cock pulsing with every move, a solid, insistent heat she couldn't will down.

He leaned in, elbows on the table, his high voice dropping low and flirty. "Poor giant--should've known I'd get you back." He nudged her pump with his heel, teasing, his own mess still clinging to his pantyhose as he sipped his coffee. "What's the plan? Sit here 'til it behaves?"

Janice snorted, her deep laugh shaking her frame, her hand resting on her lap like that'd help--spoiler, it didn't. "Fuck that--takes too long. I'm stuck like this 'til we move." She grabbed another fry, popping it in with a shrug, her grin turning sly. "Unless you wanna sneak to the bathroom--help me out?"

Fred's laugh burst out, high and bright, drawing a glance from the next booth. "You're shameless," he said, his softer hand brushing his hair back, eyes dancing. "Tempting, but I'm not crawling under a diner sink for you--not today, anyway." He leaned closer, voice a playful whisper. "Just keep your legs crossed, tough girl--let's finish this coffee and strut out like nothing's up."

She smirked, her deep voice rumbling. "Easy for you to say--you're already a mess." She stretched her legs anyway, the dress shifting, her hard-on still blatant but fuck it--she owned it, sipping her black coffee with a wink. "Fine--coffee, then we roll. You're still buying."

He grinned, tapping his mug to hers, his high voice warm. "Deal--let's see how long you last, hotshot."

The diner kept buzzing--two mugs, two plates, their doubled world humming along as Janice sat there, hard and unhideable, flirting through the tension like it was just another Saturday.

Janice shifted in the booth, her deep groan muffled as she tugged at the hem of her green dress--useless against the ten-inch beast now straining her sheer black stockings. The fabric clung to her mid-thighs, doing jack to hide the thick, pulsing outline tenting her skirt, her massive frame only amplifying the problem. She smirked at Fred, her deep voice a flirty growl. "Should've stuck to tights--this thing's got too much room to misbehave."

Fred's high laugh rang out, his softer face still pink from his own mess, his lavender dress hiding the cum-soaked pantyhose as he leaned in. "Oh, I'm not complaining--gives me something to stare at," he teased, nudging her pump with his heel again, his coffee mug steaming between them. "You're stuck now, big girl--literally."

She grinned, popping a fry in her mouth, her massive hand brushing her lap like that'd tame it--fat chance. "Yeah, well, you started it--rubbing you up got me here," she rumbled, her stockings whispering as she uncrossed her legs, the bulge shifting worse. "Ten inches of payback, babe--maybe eleven. Fuck hiding it now."

He bit his lip, his high voice dropping flirty-low. "Guess we're both a mess then--least mine's tucked." He sipped his coffee, eyes glinting over the rim. "Finish that fry and let's bounce--see if you can walk straight."

Janice laughed, deep and loud, downing her coffee in one gulp. "Challenge accepted, hotshot," she said, sliding out of the booth, her pumps thudding, her dress swaying over the stockings--her hard-on blatant, unapologetic. "You're still paying."

Janice slid out of the booth, her pumps thudding as she stood, her green dress swaying over the sheer black stockings--her ten-inch hard-on (maybe eleven, she couldn't tell anymore) jutting against the fabric, a thick, shameless bulge she didn't even try to hide. Fred followed, his high laugh bubbling up as he grabbed his clutch, his lavender dress brushing his thighs, the cum-soaked pantyhose sticking to his skin. He tossed a few bills on the table--coffee covered--and sidled up to her, his softer frame pressing against her bulk.

"Gonna make it home like that?" he teased, his high voice warm and flirty, nudging her hip with his as they headed for the door, his strappy heels clicking alongside her heavier stride.

She smirked, her deep voice rumbling as she pushed the diner door open, the cool March air hitting them. "Barely--your fault, hotshot. Got me too worked up." Her massive hand brushed her dress, the bulge shifting with every step, the stockings doing nothing to tame it. "We're fixing this back home."

Fred grinned, looping his arm through hers, his curvy five-nine frame swaying against her six-seven tower. "Oh, I'm helping--can't leave my giant hanging." His heels tapped the sidewalk, the street alive with Saturday hum--cars rolling, a kid on a scooter--but their focus was inward, the heat simmering between them.

The two-block walk felt longer--Janice's hard-on pulsing with every stride, her stockings whispering against her thighs, the dress flapping just enough to tease her predicament. Fred kept stealing glances, his high voice dropping low. "That thing's a beast--how're you even walking?" She laughed, deep and rough, squeezing his arm. "Sheer willpower, babe--and you staring's not helping."

They reached their building, the doubled mailboxes glinting with their names, and climbed the stairs--her pumps echoing, his heels a lighter counterpoint. She fumbled the key in the lock--two keys on the ring now, their lives twinned--and shoved the door open, pulling him inside. The apartment greeted them--two closets, two mugs still on the table, the magic's touch everywhere--but Janice didn't pause, kicking the door shut and turning to him, her deep voice a hungry growl. "Bedroom--now."

Fred didn't argue, his softer hand tugging her along, his lavender dress swishing as he led the way--heels clicking, pantyhose clinging. The bedroom glowed with fairy lights, the bed still rumpled from earlier, and she stopped him there, her massive hands gripping his hips. "Look at this mess," she rumbled, lifting her dress to show off the monster--ten-plus inches, thick and straining the stockings, precum dotting the sheer black fabric. "Your turn to fix it."

He grinned, dropping to his knees, his high voice a flirty purr. "Oh, I've got you." His softer hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress higher, fingers brushing the stockings' tops--then he leaned in, lips grazing her bulge through the fabric, warm breath teasing her. "Let's tame this beast," he murmured, his tongue flicking out, tasting the precum-soaked stocking as she groaned, her massive frame trembling.

Fred knelt before Janice, his softer frame lit by the fairy lights, his lavender dress bunched up as he pressed his lips to her cock--ten-plus inches of hard, throbbing heat jutting from beneath her green dress, the sheer black stockings ending mid-thigh, leaving it bare and dripping. His high voice hummed against her, his tongue flicking out, licking the precum-slick tip, savoring the salt as he grinned. "Fuck, you're massive," he murmured, his softer hands gripping her muscular thighs, brushing the stockings' tops where they clung, wet from her arousal.

Janice groaned, her deep voice a rough shudder, her massive frame trembling as his mouth teased her. "Goddamn, babe--" she rasped, her big hands flexing, her cock pulsing under his lips, the dress tenting wildly over it, precum dotting the hem. But a few sucks in, her hunger surged--she needed him on her, now. "Enough," she growled, her deep tone slicing through, and reached down, her massive hand wrapping around his waist--fingers spanning his softer curves.

With one smooth yank, she lifted him--her seventeen-inch bicep bulging, effortless, his five-nine frame dangling. Fred yelped, his high laugh cracking--"Janice!"--as his strappy heels kicked the air, then clattered to the floor, tumbling off as he flailed. She grinned, wild and fierce, and with her free hand, she grabbed the crotch of his nude pantyhose--sticky with cum--and ripped it open, the fabric splitting with a sharp _rrrip_. His pussy and four-inch cock sprang free, hard and glistening, the torn hose framing them jaggedly.

"Ride time," she rumbled, hoisting him higher--above her cock, facing her, her massive hands shifting to cup his ass. Fred's legs wrapped around her back, his softer thighs clamping her waist, his stockinged feet--now bare of heels, still in the torn pantyhose--intertwining behind her, toes curling against her spine. She hiked her dress higher, her monster cock--ten-plus inches, thick and dripping--jutting free from the stockings' edge, unrestrained, and lined him up, her biceps flexing hard, veins popping as she held him steady.

He grinned down at her, his high voice breathless, "You're nuts--" but his hips tilted forward, eager, and she thrust up--her cock slamming into his pussy, deep and fierce, filling him in one wet, brutal stroke. "Fuck!" he shouted, his softer frame jolting, his four-inch cock bouncing against his stomach, the torn pantyhose flapping as she fucked him mid-air--hard, fast, her massive strength making it effortless.

Her deep growl shook the room, her biceps rippling as she bounced him--up and down, her cock plunging into his slick, tight heat, his legs tightening around her. "Take it," she rasped, her massive hands lifting and dropping him like he weighed nothing, soft against hard, their stockinged feet tangled behind her, his toes flexing with every thrust. His pussy gripped her, hot and pulsing, his smaller cock smearing precum across his lavender dress, the fabric bunching higher.

Fred's head tipped back, his high moans spilling out--"Janice--shit, yes--" his softer hands clawing her shoulders, his stockinged feet sliding against her back, the torn pantyhose rubbing her skin. Her cock stretched him, relentless, her strength a wildfire--biceps bulging, thighs solid under the stockings, the dress swaying as she fucked him raw and wild, the discarded heels forgotten on the floor.

Janice's massive frame dominated the bedroom, fairy lights casting shadows as she fucked Fred mid-air--her ten-plus-inch cock slamming into his pussy, hard and deep, her green dress hiked up around her waist. Fred dangled in her grip, his softer five-nine body jolting with every thrust--legs wrapped tight around her back, stockinged feet tangled behind her, the torn pantyhose flapping as his four-inch cock bounced against his lavender dress, smearing precum in messy streaks. Her sheer black stockings clung to her thighs, her pumps steady on the floor, his discarded heels scattered nearby.

She pumped harder, her deep growl rumbling through her chest, her seventeen-inch bicep flexing as she lifted and dropped him--faster now, relentless, her massive hand gripping his ass like he was nothing. "Fuck, you feel good," she rasped, her voice a rough edge, her cock stretching his slick heat, his pussy clenching around her with every plunge. Fred's high moans spilled out--"Janice--shit, harder--" his softer hands clawing her shoulders, his stockinged toes curling against her spine, urging her on.

Her thighs burned, her strength a wildfire, and she grinned, wild and fierce, pounding him with a rhythm that shook the bedframe nearby--his smaller cock twitching, his pussy dripping down her length. But mid-thrust, an idea sparked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Hold on, babe," she growled, her deep voice thick with heat, and shifted her grip--her left hand clamping his ass tighter, biceps bulging as she kept him bouncing, her cock never slowing.

With her right hand, she reached out--massive fingers fumbling toward the nightstand drawer, still fucking him steady. Fred's high laugh broke through his moans--"What're you--oh fuck--" as she yanked it open, digging past toys until she found it: her largest dildo--thick, ridged, a solid twelve inches of silicone, gleaming in the dim light. "This," she rumbled, grinning up at him, her left arm flexing hard to keep him aloft, his pussy still swallowing her cock with every bounce.

She spread her legs wider--stockings whispering against her skin--and angled the dildo down, her right hand guiding it to her own pussy--wet, aching from the buildup. With a grunt, she pushed it in--slow at first, the girth stretching her, ridges catching her walls as she sank it deep, her deep groan mixing with Fred's cries. "Fuck--yeah," she rasped, her massive frame shuddering, and started pumping it--her right hand thrusting the dildo in and out, matching the brutal rhythm of her cock in Fred.

Her left bicep bulged, veins popping as she held him up--five-nine of writhing, moaning heat--bouncing him harder, her cock slamming his pussy while her right hand fucked herself, the dildo plunging deep, slick with her arousal. "Take it--both of us," she growled, her deep voice a feral thrill, her massive strength juggling them both--Fred mid-air, her own pussy stuffed, the room a symphony of wet slaps and gasps.

Fred's head lolled, his high voice breaking--"Janice--fuck, you're--insane--" his softer body trembling, his four-inch cock leaking steady now, his pussy gripping her tighter, the torn pantyhose chafing her waist as his stockinged feet flexed against her back. Her cock stretched him, her dildo stretched her--dual rhythms syncing, her massive frame a powerhouse, sweat beading on her brow as she fucked them both toward the edge.

Janice's massive frame owned the bedroom, fairy lights flickering as she fucked Fred mid-air--her ten-plus-inch cock slamming into his pussy with brutal, relentless thrusts, her green dress bunched around her waist. Fred bounced in her grip, his softer five-nine body shuddering--legs locked around her back, stockinged feet tangled behind her, the torn pantyhose flapping as his four-inch cock slapped against his lavender dress, streaking precum. Her sheer black stockings clung to her thighs, her pumps planted firm, his heels long kicked off in the chaos.

She pounded harder, her deep growl rumbling, her left bicep--seventeen inches of pure muscle--flexing as she held him up with one hand, bouncing him like a toy. "Fuck, you're tight," she rasped, her voice rough with heat, her cock stretching his slick pussy, his walls pulsing around her. Her right hand drove the twelve-inch dildo into her own pussy--thick ridges grinding her insides, slick and deep, matching the rhythm of her thrusts into Fred. Sweat beaded on her brow, her massive strength a furnace as she fucked them both--her left arm steady, her right pumping the toy, dual wet slaps echoing.

Fred's high moans filled the air--"Janice--shit, don't stop--" his softer body quaking, but he wasn't just taking it anymore. His right hand slid down, wrapping around his four-inch cock--hard and leaking, slick with precum--and started jerking it, fast and sloppy, his fingers tight around the shaft. "Fuck--yeah," he gasped, his high voice trembling, his hips rocking into her thrusts, his cock throbbing in his grip as he stroked himself, matching her pace.

His left hand shot up, slipping under the neckline of her dress--fingers finding her nipples, hard and peaking through the fabric. He pinched one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly as she groaned, her deep voice cracking. "Goddamn, babe--" she rumbled, her massive frame jolting, her cock twitching inside him, the dildo slamming deeper into her pussy as his touch sparked her nerves. His softer fingers teased--circling, flicking, then pinching again--her nipples stiffening under his play, her chest heaving harder.

"Like that?" he panted, his high voice flirty and wrecked, jerking his cock faster-- precum dripping over his knuckles, his pussy clenching her tighter with every bounce. His stockinged feet flexed against her back, toes curling through the torn pantyhose, his left hand relentless on her nipples--switching to the other, tweaking it hard, making her growl louder. Her biceps bulged, holding him steady, her right hand thrusting the dildo in a frenzy--deep, wet, stretching her wide as her cock pounded him.

"Fuck--yes," she rasped, her deep voice a feral snarl, her massive strength unshaken--left arm lifting him, right arm fucking herself, her nipples tingling under his fingers. Her cock swelled inside him, her pussy spasming around the dildo, the room a mess of gasps, slaps, and moans--Fred jerking himself, teasing her, both of them riding the edge as she kept them airborne, a powerhouse of heat and muscle.

Janice's massive frame shook the bedroom, fairy lights casting wild shadows as she fucked Fred mid-air--her ten-plus-inch cock driving into his pussy with ferocious thrusts, her green dress crumpled around her waist. Fred jolted in her grip, his softer five-nine body bouncing--legs clamped around her back, stockinged feet tangled behind her, the torn pantyhose flapping. Her sheer black stockings hugged her thighs, her pumps steady, the twelve-inch dildo in her right hand slamming into her own pussy--thick and ridged, stretching her slick walls--while her left bicep bulged, holding him up like he was air.

Her deep growl rumbled, sweat dripping as she pounded him harder, her voice rough--"Fuck, you're driving me wild--" Her cock stretched his pussy, his walls gripping her tight, the dildo sparking heat through her core. Fred's high moans answered--"Janice--shit, yes--" his softer hands frantic now, abandoning his earlier tease. He grabbed the neckline of her dress with both hands--fingers digging in--and yanked hard, the fabric ripping with a loud _shrrrip_, splitting down the front to expose her chiseled chest, her nipples hard and dark against her sweat-slick skin.

"Fuck yeah," he panted, his high voice a flirty rasp, tossing the torn flaps aside. His right hand dropped to his four-inch cock--hard, slick with precum--and pressed it against her abs--tight, defined, a washboard of muscle flexing with every thrust. He rubbed himself there, grinding his shaft against her ridges, the heat and friction making him groan, precum smearing across her skin in glossy streaks. His left hand roamed--sliding up her side, tracing the thick cords of her obliques, then higher to her seventeen-inch bicep, squeezing the bulging muscle as it flexed under his touch.

"Goddamn--feel you," she rasped, her deep voice cracking, her massive frame shuddering as his cock slid over her abs--hot, wet, a filthy tease--his fingers digging into her arm, worshiping her strength. Her cock swelled inside him, her thrusts growing erratic, the dildo plunging deeper into her pussy--her right hand pumping it fast, her left keeping him aloft, biceps rippling with veins. The torn dress hung off her shoulders, her nipples brushing the air, tingling from his earlier play, her abs clenching under his grinding.

Fred's high moans pitched higher--"Janice--fuck, your body--" his softer frame trembling, his cock throbbing against her muscle, his pussy clenching her tighter with every bounce. His left hand slid down--over her thick pecs, across her ribs, back to her bicep--marveling at her power, his stockinged feet flexing against her spine, the torn pantyhose chafing her skin. His rubbing quickened--short, desperate strokes against her abs, precum pooling in the grooves--pushing him close, his breath hitching, but not tipping over yet.

She growled, her deep voice a feral edge--"Keep going, babe--" her massive strength unshaken, fucking him harder, the dildo grinding her insides, her cock stretching him to the brink. His touch--rubbing, exploring--lit her up, her abs tightening under his cock, her muscles flexing under his hand, both of them teetering on the edge, heat coiling tight but holding, the room a storm of gasps and wet slaps.

Janice's towering frame filled the bedroom, fairy lights flickering as she fucked Fred mid-air--her ten-plus-inch cock slamming into his pussy with ferocious power, the torn green dress hanging off her shoulders in rags. Fred bounced in her grip, his softer five-nine body shuddering--legs locked around her back, stockinged feet tangled behind her, the ripped pantyhose flapping as his four-inch cock ground against her abs, leaving slick trails of precum. Her sheer black stockings clung to her thighs, her pumps steady, the twelve-inch dildo in her right hand plunging into her own pussy--stretching her wide, slick and relentless--while her left bicep held him up, a bulging seventeen-inch knot of muscle.

Her deep growl rumbled, sweat pouring as she pounded him, her voice a rough snarl--"Fuck, you're killing me--" Her cock stretched his pussy, his walls pulsing around her, his grinding cock sparking heat across her abs. Fred's high moans spilled out--"Janice--God, your strength--" his softer hands shifting now, abandoning their roam. His left hand slid up, cupping her breast--full and firm, nipple hard under his palm--and squeezed, fingers rolling the peak, tugging it with a flirty pinch that made her groan louder. His right hand stayed low, tracing her abs--fingers dipping into the tight grooves, feeling them flex and ripple as she thrust, his cock still pressed there, rubbing in short, needy strokes.

"Fuck--yes," she rasped, her deep voice cracking, her massive frame jolting as his hands worked her--breasts tingling, abs clenching under his touch. The heat snapped something in her--she doubled down, her strength surging to the limit. Her left arm flexed harder, veins popping as she bounced him faster--her cock slamming into his pussy with brutal speed, lifting and dropping him like a rag doll, his stockinged feet jolting against her back. Her right arm matched it--pumping the dildo into her own pussy at a frenzied pace, the ridges grinding her walls, her slick heat soaking her hand as she pushed it deeper, faster, her massive thighs trembling under the stockings.

Fred's high voice broke--"Janice--shit, you're--fuck--" his softer body quaking, his four-inch cock throbbing against her abs, his fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle as they tightened with every thrust. His left hand squeezed her breast harder, tweaking her nipple, rolling it between his fingers--sending sharp jolts through her chest, her groans deepening. His pussy clenched her cock tighter, slick and desperate, his precum smearing wider across her abs, his stockinged toes curling against her spine, the torn pantyhose chafing her skin.

"Take it--fucking take it," she snarled, her deep voice a feral roar, her massive strength peaking--left bicep a steel cable, bouncing him with savage force, her cock stretching him to the edge, her right arm a blur as the dildo fucked her raw, her pussy spasming around it. Her abs rippled under his grinding cock and tracing fingers, her breasts heaving under his touch--both of them teetering, heat coiling tighter, breaths ragged, but not breaking yet, the room a chaos of wet slaps, moans, and flexing muscle.

Janice's towering frame filled the bedroom, fairy lights glinting off her sweat-drenched skin as she fucked Fred mid-air--her ten-plus-inch cock hammering into his pussy with fierce, unrelenting thrusts, the shredded green dress hanging in tatters from her shoulders. Fred shuddered in her grip, his softer five-nine body bouncing--legs locked around her back, stockinged feet tangled behind her through the torn pantyhose, his four-inch cock grinding against her chiseled abs, leaving glossy streaks of precum. Her sheer black stockings clung to her thighs, her pumps steady, the twelve-inch dildo in her right hand plunging into her own pussy--stretching her slick walls--while her left bicep, a bulging seventeen-inch knot, held him aloft with ease.

Her deep growl thundered, her voice raw--"Fuck, you're--perfect--" Her cock swelled inside him, his pussy gripping her tight, his grinding igniting her abs. Fred's high moans cracked--"Janice--God, keep going--" his left hand squeezing her breast, fingers rolling her nipple, his right tracing her abs, feeling them ripple under his cock's messy rub. She doubled her pace--left arm pumping him faster, biceps flexing with veins, her cock stretching him to the limit, her right arm driving the dildo deeper, her pussy pulsing around it, her massive strength shaking the room.

Fred grinned through his moans, his high voice a flirty rasp--"Wait--try this--" His stockinged feet untangled behind her, the torn pantyhose rough and slick with cum, and slid up--brushing her spine, then higher, curling around her sides. With a twist, he stretched them forward--his pantyhose-covered toes finding her breasts, exposed by the ripped dress, her nipples hard and dark against her skin. He pressed his soles there--rubbing, teasing--the gritty fabric scraping her sensitive peaks, his toes curling to nudge and flick them, sending sharp jolts through her chest.

"Fuck--Fred--" she snarled, her deep voice breaking, her massive frame jolting as his feet worked her--stockinged toes sliding over her nipples, the pantyhose's weave rough and hot, teasing her senseless. His left foot circled one, toes pinching lightly, then rubbing harder, while his right grazed the other--flicking, massaging, the friction wild and electric. Her cock throbbed inside him, her thrusts growing frantic, her pussy spasming around the dildo as she fucked herself faster--right arm pumping, left arm bouncing him, her abs tightening under his grinding cock.

Fred's high moans pitched higher--"Janice--shit, you like that--" his softer hand squeezing her breast harder, syncing with his foot, his other tracing her abs, his four-inch cock leaking steady, smearing her muscle as he rubbed faster. His stockinged toes teased relentless--rubbing her nipples raw, the torn pantyhose chafing her skin, driving her wilder. His pussy clenched her tighter, slick and desperate, his breath hitching, teetering closer--his body trembling in her grip.

"Goddamn--yes," she rasped, her deep voice a feral roar, her strength maxed--left bicep a steel cable, slamming him down harder, her cock stretching him to bursting, her right arm fucking the dildo deeper, her pussy dripping down her stockings. His toes--those pantyhose-covered teases--rubbed her nipples relentless, sparking fire through her chest, her abs rippling under his cock, her breasts tingling under his dual assault. They edged closer--sweat pouring, moans colliding, the room a storm of wet slaps and gasps--wild, teetering, heat coiling tighter but not snapping yet.

Janice's towering frame dominated the bedroom, fairy lights flashing off her sweat-soaked skin as she fucked Fred mid-air--her ten-plus-inch cock pistoning into his pussy with savage, bone-rattling thrusts, the tattered green dress barely clinging to her shoulders. Fred jolted in her grip, his softer five-nine body quaking--legs clamped around her back, stockinged feet teasing her breasts through the torn pantyhose, his four-inch cock grinding frantically against her chiseled abs, precum pooling in the grooves. Her sheer black stockings gripped her thighs, her pumps steady, the twelve-inch dildo in her right hand slamming into her own pussy--stretching her slick walls--while her left bicep, a bulging seventeen-inch beast, bounced him with unrelenting force.

Her deep growl roared, her voice raw--"Fuck--Fred--" Her cock swelled inside him, his pussy gripping her like a vice, his stockinged toes rubbing her nipples--rough, hot, the pantyhose's weave scraping her peaks, sending fire through her chest. Fred's high moans broke--"Janice--shit, I'm--" his left hand pinching her breast, his right tracing her abs, his cock throbbing against her muscle. She maxed out--left arm slamming him down harder, biceps rippling, her cock stretching him to bursting, her right arm pumping the dildo faster, her pussy pulsing around it, her massive strength shaking the walls.

Fred's toes curled tighter--rubbing her nipples raw, flicking them with the torn pantyhose, and it snapped them both. "Fuck--now--" she snarled, her deep voice a feral howl, and her climax hit--her cock erupting inside him, thick, torrential spurts flooding his pussy, hot and relentless, her massive frame shuddering as she pumped him full. Her own pussy clenched--hard, violent--around the dildo, pulverizing it--silicone cracking under the pressure, ridges snapping as her walls crushed it, a gush of her cum soaking her hand, dripping down her stockings, the toy splintering in her grip.

Fred broke a heartbeat later--his high scream piercing--"Janice--fuck!"--his four-inch cock exploding, cum shooting across her abs in wild, messy arcs, splattering her torn dress, his hand jerking it through the peak. His pussy spasmed around her cock, a second wave flooding out--mixing with her release, soaking the torn pantyhose, dripping down her thighs as his stockinged feet froze on her nipples, toes rigid, the friction tipping him over. His softer body convulsed, head thrown back, lavender dress bunched, his cum streaking her muscle in a glossy mess.

Her left arm trembled, biceps straining as she held him through it--her cock pulsing its last inside him, her shattered dildo slipping from her hand, hitting the floor with a wet thud, her pussy still twitching, cum pooling beneath her pumps. Fred's stockinged feet slid off her breasts, limp now, dangling as his legs loosened around her, his high voice a wrecked whimper--"Holy--shit--" His four-inch cock dribbled its final drops, his pussy leaking their combined flood, the torn pantyhose a sticky ruin.

Janice lowered him slow--her massive strength waning, her pumps scuffing the floor--setting him on the bed, his softer frame slumping, cum-streaked and panting. She collapsed beside him, her deep laugh ragged, the broken dildo a casualty at her feet, her stockings soaked, her abs glistening with his release. "Fuck--babe," she rasped, grinning, her massive hand brushing his thigh. "You broke me."

Fred's high laugh cracked, his softer hand swiping cum from his chin, his lavender dress a crumpled mess. "You--pulverized that thing," he panted, nodding at the dildo's wreckage, his stockinged feet curling against her. "Worth it."

Janice sprawled beside Fred on the bed, her massive frame heaving, the torn green dress a ragged heap around her waist, her sheer black stockings slick with cum and sweat, clinging to her thighs. The shattered twelve-inch dildo lay in pieces on the floor, a victim of her pussy's brutal grip, one pump still on, the other kicked off mid-chaos. Fred slumped next to her, his softer five-nine body trembling, his lavender dress bunched up, torn pantyhose a sticky mess--cum streaking his thighs, his four-inch cock soft now against his stomach, his stockinged feet curled against her leg. The fairy lights flickered above, the room heavy with sex and sweat.

Her deep laugh rumbled, ragged but warm, as she caught her breath, her massive hand swiping sweat from her brow. "Holy shit, babe," she rasped, grinning sidelong at him, her abs still glistening with his release, her nipples tender from his pantyhose-covered toes. "You're a fucking menace--look at this mess." She nodded at the dildo's wreckage, her voice a low tease, her chest still rising fast.

Fred's high laugh cracked, shaky and bright, his softer hand brushing cum from his cheek, smearing it with a grin. "Me? You're the one who snapped that thing like a twig," he panted, his voice flirty despite the exhaustion, kicking the air lightly with a stockinged foot--torn pantyhose flapping. "My toes just--pushed you, that's all." He rolled onto his side, propping up on an elbow, his lavender dress sliding higher, exposing the sticky chaos below.

She smirked, shifting to face him, her remaining pump creaking as she stretched a leg--stockings whispering against the sheets, her six-foot-three frame still towering even reclined. "Pushed me, huh? Felt like a fucking wildfire," she rumbled, her deep voice softening, her hand tracing his thigh--fingers gentle now, brushing the torn pantyhose. "You're soaked--look at you, all wrecked and gorgeous."

He grinned, his high voice a playful purr, scooting closer--his softer body warm against her bulk, his stockinged foot nudging her calf. "Says the giant who held me up like that," he teased, his hand sliding up her arm, feeling the still-tense bicep, then drifting to her abs--fingers tracing the cum-streaked ridges. "These took a beating--my masterpiece." He smeared his release with a laugh, his touch light but possessive.

Janice's deep chuckle shook her, her massive hand catching his, pulling it to her lips for a quick kiss--her breath hot against his knuckles. "Masterpiece, huh? You're cocky for a guy who just came all over me," she shot back, her tone flirty, rolling onto her back, tugging him half atop her--his softer frame draping her muscle, their sticky mess mingling. "Guess we're even--my dildo's toast, your pantyhose are trashed."

Fred nestled into her, his high voice a soft hum, his head resting on her chest--ear pressed to her heartbeat, still thudding hard. "Worth every rip," he murmured, his stockinged foot sliding up her leg, toes brushing her stocking tops. "What's next--shower? Nap? Round two?" His grin flashed, teasing, his softer hand roaming her side, tracing the curve of her strength.

She laughed, deep and lazy, her massive arm wrapping him tight--holding him close, kicking off her last pump with a thud, bare foot stretching free as she sank deeper into the bed, back to her six-foot-three self. "Shower sounds good--wash this off," she rumbled, gesturing at their cum-soaked chaos. "Then--maybe nap. You wore me out, hotshot." Her deep voice dipped, warm and content, her fingers threading through his hair, the wrecked room a testament to their wild ride.

Janice hauled herself off the bed, her six-foot-three frame unfolding with a groan, the torn green dress slipping to the floor in a crumpled heap, her sheer black stockings peeling off next--sticky with cum and sweat, tossed aside with the shattered dildo. Fred followed, his softer five-nine body swaying as he stood, his lavender dress shed in a sticky pile, torn pantyhose stripped away, leaving him bare--his four-inch cock soft against his thigh, his pussy still slick. The fairy lights blinked behind them, the room a wreck of their chaos.

She grinned, her deep voice rumbling, "C'mon, hotshot--shower time." Her massive hand snagged his, pulling him toward the bathroom, her bare feet thudding on the floor. He laughed, high and bright, stumbling after her--"Yes, ma'am"--his softer steps a lighter echo. The bathroom door swung open, revealing the magic's touch--two towels on the rack, two shampoo bottles, the space widened for their doubled life.

Janice cranked the shower, steam billowing as hot water hit the tiles, her massive frame stepping in first--water cascading over her chiseled abs, rinsing the cum streaks Fred left behind, her ten-plus-inch cock soft now, swaying between her thighs. Fred slipped in after, his softer body brushing hers, water soaking his curves, his four-inch cock glistening as the mess washed away. "Fuck, this feels good," he murmured, his high voice a soft tease, tipping his head under the spray.

She smirked, her deep laugh echoing off the tiles, grabbing the soap--her massive hands lathering up, sliding over his shoulders, down his back. "Turn around--let me get you," she rumbled, her fingers gentle but firm, washing his softer skin. He grinned, spinning, his hands mirroring her--suds slicking her abs, her broad chest, teasing her nipples as he went. "You're too tall," he teased, his high voice flirty, stretching to reach her shoulders, water dripping between them.

"Too tall, huh?" she shot back, her deep tone playful, dropping to her knees--water pounding her back, her face level with his groin. "Better?" Before he could answer, her massive hands gripped his hips, pulling him close--her lips wrapping around his four-inch cock, warm and wet, sucking slow. Fred gasped, his high voice cracking--"Janice--shit--" his softer hands tangling in her wet hair, hips twitching as her tongue swirled his tip, tasting the last of his cum, now clean and sharp.

He steadied himself, water streaming down his face, then grinned--"My turn"--pushing her back gently. She sat against the shower wall, her massive frame sprawling, legs spread--her ten-plus-inch cock half-hard again, water beading on it. Fred knelt between her thighs, his softer body slick, and leaned in--his lips brushing her tip, then taking her in, his high hum vibrating against her. "Fuck--babe," she groaned, her deep voice rough, her massive hand resting on his head, guiding him as he sucked--slow, deep, his tongue tracing her length, her pussy glistening below, still tender from the dildo.

Her head tipped back, water pounding her chest, her deep moans mixing with the spray--"Goddamn, you're good--" Her cock swelled in his mouth, his softer lips stretching around her, his hands bracing her thighs. He pulled off with a gasp, grinning up at her, his high voice flirty--"Can't let you have all the fun"--and dove lower, his tongue flicking her pussy, lapping the slick heat, teasing her folds as she shuddered, her massive frame tensing.

She growled, her deep voice a hungry edge--"C'mere--" pulling him up, flipping him to face her, his back against the tiles. She knelt again, her lips on his cock--sucking harder now, her massive hands lifting his thighs, his pussy exposed below. Her tongue dipped down, tasting him there too--hot, wet, alternating between his cock and pussy, driving him wild. Fred's high moans echoed--"Janice--fuck, yes--" his softer hands gripping her shoulders, water pouring over them, their oral dance a messy, steamy blur.

Janice knelt in the shower, steam swirling around her six-foot-three frame, water pounding her broad back as her lips worked Fred's four-inch cock--sucking hard, her massive hands lifting his softer thighs, his five-nine body pressed against the tiles. Her tongue flicked his tip, then dipped lower--lapping his pussy, hot and slick, alternating between the two, her deep moans vibrating against him. Fred's high gasps filled the air--"Janice--fuck, yes--" his softer hands clawing her shoulders, water streaming down his face, his cock throbbing in her mouth, his pussy pulsing under her tongue.

She grinned up at him, her deep voice a rough tease--"Love tasting you--" her massive frame steady as she sucked deeper, taking his full length, her lips tight around him, then pulling off to plunge her tongue into his pussy--curling, thrusting, tasting his heat. Her ten-plus-inch cock hung heavy between her thighs, hardening again, water beading on it, her pussy still tender but aching below. Fred's high voice cracked--"You're--shit, too good--" his hips bucking, chasing her mouth, his softer body trembling under the spray.

He pushed back, his high tone flirty and desperate--"My go--" sliding down to kneel, water soaking his softer frame as he shoved her against the opposite wall. Her massive legs spread, her back hitting the tiles, and he dove in--lips wrapping her ten-plus-inch cock, sucking hard, his softer hands bracing her thighs. "Fuck--babe," she groaned, her deep voice echoing, her massive hand tangling in his wet hair, guiding him as he took her deeper--his tongue swirling her tip, then sliding down her shaft, his high hum buzzing against her.

She growled, her massive frame tensing--"Lower--" and he obeyed, his lips slipping off her cock to her pussy--tongue diving in, lapping her slick folds, teasing her raw heat as she shuddered, water pouring over her abs. His softer mouth worked her--sucking, thrusting, then back to her cock--alternating fast, relentless, driving her wild. "Goddamn--Fred--" she rasped, her deep voice breaking, her cock swelling in his mouth, her pussy clenching under his tongue, her massive thighs trembling.

They flipped again--her massive hands yanking him up, pinning him to the tiles face-to-face, her lips crashing back to his cock--sucking fiercely, her tongue flicking his tip, then plunging into his pussy, tasting his flood. Fred's high moans pitched--"Janice--fuck, I'm--" his softer hands gripping her head, his hips rocking. She growled, her deep voice a feral edge--"Me too--" and sucked harder, her massive frame shaking, her cock throbbing untouched between her thighs, her pussy pulsing from his earlier work.

Fred broke first--his high scream cutting through the steam--"Janice--shit!"--his four-inch cock erupting in her mouth, thick spurts hitting her tongue, hot and sharp, his pussy spasming below, a gush soaking her chin as she lapped it up, swallowing him down. His softer body convulsed, his stockinged feet--bare now--slipping on the tiles, his hands clawing her shoulders, water washing the mess away.

Her climax hit a heartbeat later--her deep roar shaking the shower--"Fuck--yes--" her ten-plus-inch cock pulsing untouched, cum shooting in wild arcs, splattering his thighs, the tiles, mixing with the spray. Her pussy clenched hard--another wave flooding out, dripping down her legs, her massive frame shuddering as she sucked him through his peak, her lips locked on his cock, tongue teasing his last drops. Her massive hands held him steady, her abs flexing, water pouring over them both, steam thick with their release.

They sank to the shower floor--her massive frame slumping, his softer one collapsing against her, water pounding their tangled bodies. She grinned, her deep voice ragged--"Goddamn, babe--" pulling him close, her massive arm wrapping him, his head on her chest. Fred's high laugh panted out--"You're--unreal--" his softer hand brushing her thigh, both wrecked, sated, the shower washing their chaos clean.

Janice and Fred slumped on the shower floor, steam curling around them, water pounding their tangled bodies--her massive frame sprawled against the tiles, his softer form draped over her, his head resting on her chest. Her ten-plus-inch cock softened between her thighs, cum streaking her legs and the floor, mixing with the spray. His four-inch cock lay limp against his stomach, his pussy still slick, their releases washing away in rivulets. Her deep breaths rumbled, his high ones panted, the shower a warm cocoon after their storm.

She stirred first, her deep voice a lazy growl--"C'mon, babe--gotta clean this up." Her massive hand patted his thigh, nudging him off her, and she hauled herself up--water cascading over her chiseled abs, rinsing the last of his cum from her skin. Fred groaned, his high voice a soft laugh--"You're the one who made the mess--" but he stood too, wobbly on his softer legs, water soaking his curves, washing away the stickiness between his thighs.

Janice grabbed the soap from the ledge--two bars now, one for each, the doubled bathroom humming with their new reality--and lathered up, her massive hands slick with suds. "Turn around," she rumbled, stepping close, rubbing the soap over his shoulders, down his back--fingers firm but gentle, scrubbing the sweat and cum from his softer skin. He sighed, leaning into it, his high voice teasing--"You're too good at this--" his hands snagging the second bar, sudsing her up in return--sliding over her broad chest, her abs, washing the streaks he'd left behind.

She smirked, her deep laugh echoing off the tiles--"Gotta be, with you around." Her hands dipped lower, soaping his hips, his thighs, brushing his four-inch cock--soft now, clean under her touch--then his pussy, rinsing the last of their flood. He shivered, his softer hands mirroring her--lathering her ten-plus-inch cock, gentle but thorough, suds foaming as he washed her length, then her pussy, still tender from earlier. "Fuck, you're huge," he murmured, his high voice flirty, grinning up at her through the steam.

"Keep staring, hotshot," she teased, her deep tone warm, turning him under the spray--water rinsing the soap away, leaving his softer body gleaming. She stepped into it next, letting the hot stream blast her muscle--cum and sweat swirling down the drain, her massive frame scrubbed clean. They traded places, hands brushing, water splashing, the shower a shared dance of recovery.

Fred grabbed a towel from the rack--two hung there, one plush, one thinner--and tossed the plush one to her, his high voice a soft quip--"Dry off, giant, you're dripping." She caught it, her deep chuckle rumbling, toweling her broad shoulders, her thighs, her cock swaying as she dried. He wrapped the thinner one around himself, rubbing his softer curves, his hair dripping onto the tiles. "This place knows us," he said, nodding at the doubled setup--two towels, two shampoo bottles, the widened space.

Janice grinned, her massive hand ruffling his wet hair--"Damn right it does." She hung her towel, her deep voice softening--"Bed?" He nodded, his high voice a tired hum--"Yeah--clean and crashed." They stumbled out, bare feet padding--her thudding, his lighter--leaving the steam behind, the wrecked bedroom waiting.

Janice flopped onto the bed, her frame sinking into the rumpled sheets, bare and clean from the shower, her ten-plus-inch cock soft against her thigh, towel discarded on the floor. Fred padded in after her, his softer five-nine body still damp, towel loose around his hips, his four-inch cock swaying faintly as he moved. The fairy lights blinked above, the wrecked bedroom--torn clothes, broken dildo--humming with their earlier chaos. She propped up on an elbow, her deep voice a lazy rumble--"You crashing, babe?"

Fred grinned, his high voice bright and teasing--"Not yet--got an itch." He dropped the towel, bare ass flashing as he darted to his closet--one of the two the apartment had conjured--flinging it open with a flourish. "Dress-up time," he declared, his softer hands diving into the racks--dresses, skirts, stockings spilling out, a treasure trove tailored to his curves. "This is my shit--almost as good as fucking."

Janice's deep laugh boomed, her massive frame rolling to watch--"Strut it, hotshot. Let's see." She stretched out, naked and relaxed, her eyes glinting as he pulled the first outfit--a red minidress, tight and stretchy, with a plunging neckline. He slipped it on, the fabric hugging his hips, his four-inch cock a subtle bump below, his pussy snug beneath. He twirled, his high voice purring--"Check this--" and strutted across the room, hips swaying, bare feet light on the floor, the dress riding up his thighs. "Sexy, right?"

"Fuck yeah," she rumbled, her deep tone flirty, sitting up for a better view. "Spin again." He did, grinning, the red flashing under the lights--then darted back, shedding it for the next: a black lace teddy, sheer and delicate, crotchless like his old bodysuit. He stepped in, the lace framing his cock and pussy, his softer chest filling the cups. He strutted again, slow and deliberate, high voice teasing--"Your jaw's dropping, babe"--posing with a hand on his hip, the lace whispering as he moved.

She smirked, her massive hand patting the bed--"Keep going, you're killing me." He laughed, high and giddy, peeling off the teddy for a green pleated skirt--short, flirty--paired with a white crop top, tight across his chest. He added thigh-high fishnets, rolling them up his legs, then pranced--skirt flaring, fishnets stretching, his cock peeking below as he spun. "Schoolgirl vibes," he chirped, his high voice playful, strutting to her, bending to flash the goods.

"Goddamn," she rasped, her deep voice warm, her cock twitching faintly--his joy infectious. He didn't stop--next, a purple satin slip dress, slinky and loose, sliding over his curves like liquid. He strutted barefoot, the hem swishing, his high voice humming--"Classy, huh?"--twirling so it lifted, showing off his dual setup, then blowing her a kiss.

She grinned, her deep laugh rolling--"You're a fucking show." He winked, diving back in--a denim skirt, frayed and tight, with a pink halter top, then swapped for a floral sundress, flowy and sweet, spinning to flare it wide. He added sheer white pantyhose, tugging them up, strutting with a bounce--"Girly as hell," he teased, his high voice gleeful, posing with a curtsy. Then a leather mini, black and shiny, paired with a red corset top--lacing it loose, strutting hard, his softer hips popping, cock outlined bold.

"Pick a favorite yet?" he asked, high and flirty, shedding the leather for a teal maxi dress--long, elegant, slit up the side--gliding across the room, his bare feet silent, the fabric parting to tease his thigh. Janice's deep voice rumbled--"All of 'em, babe--you're a fucking dream." He laughed, piling on a final look--a gold sequin dress, short and dazzling, hugging every curve, sparkling as he strutted, twirled, and posed--his four-inch cock winking below, his high voice a triumphant--"This one's a winner!"

She clapped, her massive hands loud, her deep tone warm--"Strut it over here, hotshot." He sauntered close, gold shimmering, grinning wide--his softer frame alive with the thrill, dress-up damn near as good as sex, maybe better with her watching.

Fred stood by his closet, his softer five-nine body bare under the fairy lights, grinning as Janice lounged naked on the bed frame sprawled, her ten-plus-inch cock soft against her thigh, watching him with a lazy smirk. "One more," he declared, his high voice a flirty promise, digging through the racks--past sequins and lace--until he pulled out the pieces: sheer-to-waist nude pantyhose, black kitten heels, a grey knee-length pencil skirt, a white blouse, a soft beige cardigan, and--buried in a drawer--a pair of sleek, black-rimmed glasses. "Sexy librarian--gonna tease you 'til you break," he teased, tossing her a wink.

Janice's deep laugh rumbled--"Bring it, hotshot." She propped up on her elbows, her massive hands resting on her abs, her cock twitching faintly as he started slow--sitting on the bed's edge, facing her, holding up the pantyhose. "Step one," he purred, his high voice deliberate, rolling the sheer nude fabric between his fingers--then slid one foot in, inching it up his softer calf, over his knee, the fabric shimmering as it hugged his skin. He stretched the other leg out, taking his time, tugging it higher--past his thigh, up to his waist--his four-inch cock pressing against the sheer layer, his pussy snug below, a faint outline teasing her gaze.

Her deep voice rasped--"Fuck, babe--" her cock stirring, thickening slightly as she watched, her massive frame tensing. He grinned, standing slow--"Patience"--and grabbed the kitten heels--two-inch black pumps, dainty but sharp--slipping them on, his high voice humming as he clicked them into place, strutting a step, the pantyhose whispering with each move. Her cock hardened more--half-mast now, lifting off her thigh--her massive hand flexing, her deep growl low--"You're killing me."

"Still got more," he teased, his high tone flirty, picking up the grey skirt--knee-length, tight, pencil-straight. He stepped into it, shimmying it up his hips--slow, deliberate--zipping it with a flick, the fabric hugging his curves, the pantyhose peeking below the hem. Her cock swelled fuller--eight inches now, thick and rising--her deep voice a rough--"Goddamn, that's hot--" her massive thighs shifting, her abs clenching as she stared.

He smirked, grabbing the white blouse--crisp, slightly sheer--buttoning it up one by one, his softer fingers lingering on each, his chest filling it out, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. "Focus, babe," he purred, his high voice a taunt, smoothing it down--her cock hitting ten inches, rock-hard, precum beading as she groaned, her massive hand drifting toward it. "Not yet," he chided, slipping the beige cardigan on--soft, cozy, draping just right--buttoning the top, leaving the rest open, a perfect librarian tease.

Her deep growl deepened--"Fred--fuck--" her cock throbbing, eleven inches now, straining upright, her massive frame trembling as he grabbed the glasses--sliding them on slow, adjusting them over his softer face, peering at her through the lenses with a coy grin. "There's the look," he said, his high voice a sultry edge, strutting closer--skirt swaying, heels clicking, pantyhose shimmering, blouse and cardigan framing his curves--then pausing, hands on hips. "Finish yourself," he ordered, his tone playful but firm--"Get dressed after--I wanna see you lose it."

Janice's deep laugh cracked, her massive hand wrapping her cock--"You little shit--" stroking fast, her deep voice a roar as she pumped--her abs flexing, her thighs tensing, her eyes locked on his librarian strut. "Fuck--yes--" she snarled, her cock erupting--thick spurts shooting across her stomach, splattering the sheets, her massive frame shuddering as she came hard, her deep moans shaking the room. Fred watched, grinning wide--pantyhose taut, heels steady--his high voice a triumphant--"That's it, babe."

She slumped back, panting, her deep voice ragged--"Goddamn tease--" cum streaking her muscle, her massive hand wiping sweat as she grinned. "Gimme a sec--then I'm dressing." Fred laughed, high and bright, adjusting his glasses--"Take your time, giant--I'm keeping this on." He strutted again, the outfit pristine, loving every second of her wrecked stare.

Janice lay sprawled on the bed, still heaving from her climax--cum streaked across her chiseled abs, her cock softening but still heavy against her thigh, her deep breaths slowing as she grinned at Fred. He stood before her in his sexy librarian getup--nude pantyhose shimmering to his waist, grey knee-length skirt hugging his softer five-nine curves, white blouse and beige cardigan framing his chest, kitten heels clicking, glasses glinting as he smirked, his high voice a playful taunt--"Your move, giant."

She laughed, deep and rough, wiping cum from her stomach with the edge of a sheet--"Oh, I've got you, hotshot." She rolled off the bed, her massive frame towering as she strode to her closet--the second one the apartment had conjured--flinging it open with a thud. "Something sexy," she rumbled, her deep voice a promise, rummaging past flannels and jeans for the good stuff. Her massive hands pulled out a black leather outfit--barely a dress, more a collection of straps and scraps--shiny, tight, and audacious, designed to strain against her bulk.

"Watch this," she teased, stepping into it--first the bottom, a thong-like piece that barely cupped her pussy, the leather creaking as she tugged it up her muscular thighs. Her ten-plus-inch cock hung free, too big to tuck, bulging obscenely against the thin strip--already stirring again as Fred's eyes widened, his high voice a soft--"Fuck--" She grinned, pulling the top half on--straps crisscrossing her broad chest, barely covering her nipples, her seventeen-inch biceps flexing as she adjusted it, the leather groaning under her size. It was a harness more than a dress--open sides, a plunging front, her abs and cock on full display, the edges biting into her skin.

She turned, her deep voice a flirty growl--"Fits, huh?"--and strutted toward him, barefoot, the leather creaking with every step, her massive frame a wall of muscle and sex, her cock swaying, hardening to half-mast--eight inches already--as the outfit strained to contain her. Fred's softer hands twitched, his librarian glasses fogging faintly, his high voice a shaky laugh--"That's--barely legal, babe." The pantyhose outlined his own four-inch cock, twitching under the skirt as she loomed closer.

"Legal enough," she rumbled, her massive hands flexing, stopping a foot away--her cock rising to ten inches now, the leather thong stretched to breaking, precum beading at the tip as she posed, hips cocked, straps digging into her shoulders. "You teased me hard--fair's fair." She stepped closer, the outfit creaking, her massive thighs brushing his skirt, her deep voice dropping--"Like it?"

Fred grinned, his high voice a flirty purr--"Love it--barely holding you in." He reached out, softer fingers tracing the leather strap over her abs, then up to her chest--brushing a nipple where the fabric gapped, making her growl low. Her cock hit eleven inches, thick and throbbing, the thong snapping faintly at the seam as she hardened fully--too big, too wild for the outfit. "Fuck, you're a beast," he teased, stepping back, adjusting his glasses--"Strut for me."

She laughed, deep and bold, and obliged--pacing the room, her massive frame rolling with each step, the leather creaking, straps shifting, her cock bouncing free, barely contained by the thong's ruins. Her abs flexed, her nipples peeked out, the outfit a sexy wreck--pure power and heat. Fred clapped, his high voice gleeful--"That's my girl--fuck containment." She stopped, grinning, her deep voice warm--"Your turn to lose it, librarian."

Janice stood in the bedroom, her six-foot-three frame a towering spectacle in the black leather strap-dress--straps crisscrossing her broad chest, barely covering her nipples, the thong-like bottom snapping under the strain of her eleven-inch cock, hard and jutting free, precum glistening at the tip. The outfit creaked with every move, her chiseled abs and massive thighs on display, her seventeen-inch biceps flexing as she struck a pose--pure sex and defiance. Fred watched from a step away, his softer five-nine body prim in his sexy librarian look--nude pantyhose shimmering to his waist, grey knee-length skirt snug, white blouse and beige cardigan crisp, kitten heels clicking, glasses perched as he adjusted them with a smirk.

His high voice sharpened, slipping into character--"Excuse me, _miss_," he said, folding his arms, his tone clipped and scolding--"What do you think you're doing, walking into my library like that?" He gestured at her outfit, his softer hand waving over the leather scraps, his glasses glinting as he tilted his head. "This is a place of learning--there's a dress code, and _that_--" he pointed at her bulging cock, the thong in tatters--"is absolutely unacceptable."

Janice grinned, her deep voice a low rumble as she leaned into the role--"Oh, I'm sorry, _librarian_," she drawled, stepping closer, her massive frame looming, the leather creaking as her cock swayed. "Didn't know the rules--thought I'd spice up your dusty shelves." She cocked a hip, her deep tone flirty and defiant, her massive hands resting on her thighs--straps shifting, nipples peeking out as she strutted a step, daring him to push back.

Fred's high voice rose, stern and teasing--"Spice? This is a disgrace!" He straightened, his softer frame puffing up, skirt swaying as he paced before her, heels clicking. "No shirt, no shoes--barely pants! You're disrupting the patrons--look at that--" he gestured again at her cock, his glasses slipping slightly as he scowled, his four-inch cock twitching under his pantyhose, betraying his act. "I should ban you--right now!"

She laughed, deep and bold, stepping closer--her massive frame dwarfing him, her cock brushing his skirt as she loomed. "Ban me? C'mon, librarian--don't you wanna _fine_ me instead?" Her deep voice dipped, flirty and rough, her massive hand reaching out to tug his cardigan playfully--leather creaking, her eleven-inch length throbbing as she pressed her case. "I could--work it off, maybe?"

Fred swatted her hand, his high voice a sharp huff--"Hands off, delinquent!" He stepped back, adjusting his glasses with a prim flick, his softer hands smoothing his skirt--pantyhose shimmering, his own arousal a faint outline. "Work it off? You're in violation--gross misconduct! I'll have to--confiscate that--" he pointed at her cock again, his tone mock-serious, his high laugh slipping through as he circled her, heels tapping. "Library policy--no distractions!"

Janice grinned wider, her deep growl rumbling--"Confiscate it? You'd have to catch me first." She strutted away, her massive frame rolling--leather snapping, cock bouncing free, turning to face him with a taunt--"C'mon, bookworm--enforce your rules." Her massive hands flexed, her nipples fully out now, the outfit a wreck as she posed, daring him to escalate.

Fred's high voice cracked into a scolding shout--"That's it--you're in _detention_!" He lunged forward, softer hands grabbing her arm--fingers digging into her bicep, his skirt riding up as he tugged her toward the bed. "Sit--now! You're rewriting the dress code book--by hand!" He pushed her down, his high tone stern but flirty, standing over her--pantyhose taut, glasses fogging, his four-inch cock pressing harder against the fabric as he glared down, librarian in full command.

She sat, her deep laugh shaking her frame, her eleven-inch cock jutting up--leather thong a lost cause--her massive hands resting on her thighs. "Detention, huh? What's my punishment, _sir_?" Her deep voice purred, flirty and submissive, her massive frame leaning back--straps slipping, her abs flexing as she spread her legs, teasing him with her defiance.

Fred adjusted his glasses, his high voice a flirty snap--"Silence--and compliance!" He straddled her lap, skirt hiking up, pantyhose brushing her cock as he settled--his softer weight pinning her, his hands on her shoulders. "You're rewriting _every page_--starting now," he teased, grinding subtly, his high tone breaking as his own arousal leaked through, the role play teetering into raw heat.

Fred perched on Janice's lap, his softer five-nine frame straddling her massive six-foot-three bulk, his grey skirt hiked up, nude pantyhose brushing her eleven-inch cock--still jutting free from the wrecked leather thong, hard and unrepentant. His beige cardigan hung open, blouse crisp, glasses fogging as he glared down through them, his high voice a sharp scold--"You're a disgrace to this library, and we're fixing it _now_." His softer hands pressed her shoulders, pinning her to the bed, his four-inch cock a faint bulge against his pantyhose as he ground subtly, the role play crackling with heat.

Janice grinned up at him, her deep voice a flirty rumble--"Punish me, librarian--whatcha got?" Her massive frame sprawled beneath him, the leather strap-dress a chaotic mess--straps slipping off her shoulders, nipples bare, her abs flexing as her cock throbbed, the thong snapped beyond repair. Her massive hands rested on his thighs, teasing the edge of his skirt, her deep tone daring him to take charge.

Fred huffed, his high voice stern--"Library policy--pantyhose are _mandatory_, and that--" he pointed at her bare legs and rampant cock--"is a flagrant violation!" He slid off her lap, his kitten heels clicking as he stood, adjusting his glasses with a prim flick. "Stay there--delinquent--I'm finding you a pair, and you're wearing them, no arguments!" He spun toward his closet, his softer frame swaying, pantyhose shimmering as he rummaged--tossing aside fishnets with a scowl--"No, not those--policy says _proper_ coverage."

Janice laughed, deep and rough, propping up on her elbows--"Proper, huh? Good luck with this--" gesturing at her massive thighs and cock, her leather scraps creaking as she shifted, her deep voice teasing--"Gonna take a miracle to fit me, bookworm." Her eleven-inch length twitched, precum beading, her massive frame a challenge he couldn't ignore.

Fred shot her a glare over his shoulder, his high voice snapping--"Silence in the library!" He dug deeper, pulling out options--first a pair of sheer black pantyhose, holding them up--"Too thin, you'd rip them"--then a nude pair, thicker weave--"Maybe, but dull." He tossed them aside, his softer hands finally landing on a winner: taupe pantyhose, opaque, stretchy, with a reinforced waistband. "These," he declared, his high tone triumphant, turning back with a smirk--"Policy-compliant and tough enough for you, troublemaker."

He strutted back, heels clicking, pantyhose dangling from his fingers--"On your feet, now--dress code enforcement starts here." Janice grinned, her deep voice a playful growl--"Yes, sir--" standing slow, her massive frame towering, leather straps slipping further as her cock swayed, hard and defiant. Fred knelt before her, his high voice firm--"Leg up"--and she obeyed, lifting one massive thigh--her muscle flexing as he rolled the taupe pantyhose up, inch by inch, the fabric stretching tight over her calf, her knee, then her thigh, the weave groaning but holding.

"Fuck, that's snug," she rumbled, her deep tone flirty, her cock hardening more--eleven inches pulsing as he tugged the other leg on, working it up her massive frame. Fred's softer hands pulled the waistband high--stretching it over her hips, her cock pressing against the opaque taupe, a thick bulge barely contained, her pussy snug beneath. "There," he said, standing with a prim nod, his high voice scolding--"Now you're decent--barely. Policy demands coverage, not miracles."

Janice strutted a step, her deep laugh booming--"Decent? This thing's fighting for freedom--" her cock straining the pantyhose, the taupe taut and glossy, her massive frame rolling as she posed, leather straps clashing with the librarian-approved look. Fred adjusted his glasses, his high voice a flirty snap--"It's an improvement--now sit, delinquent, and behave!" He pushed her back to the bed, straddling her again--skirt riding up, his pantyhose brushing hers, his softer weight pressing her bulge as he smirked--"Or I'll fine you double."

Janice sat on the bed's edge, her massive six-foot-three frame barely contained by the taupe pantyhose Fred had forced her into--opaque, stretchy, the waistband pulled high over her hips, her eleven-inch cock a thick bulge pressing against the fabric, her pussy snug beneath. The wrecked leather strap-dress hung off her shoulders, straps dangling, her chiseled abs and nipples exposed as she grinned up at him, her deep voice a teasing rumble--"Happy now, librarian? I'm _covered_--kinda." Her massive thighs flexed, the pantyhose straining but holding, her cock twitching faintly under the scrutiny.

Fred stood over her, his softer five-nine frame prim in his librarian outfit--nude pantyhose shimmering, grey skirt snug, blouse and cardigan crisp, kitten heels steady, glasses glinting as he adjusted them with a stern frown. His high voice snapped--"Not so fast, delinquent--I need to _inspect_ this compliance." He knelt before her, his softer hands hovering over her thighs, his tone mock-serious--"Library policy requires full coverage--no exceptions. Let's see if this--" he gestured at her bulge--"meets the standard."

Janice's deep laugh rumbled--"Inspect away, bookworm--good luck taming it." She spread her legs wider, her massive frame leaning back on her hands, the pantyhose stretching tighter--her cock shifting, hardening slightly under the taupe fabric, pushing against it as she smirked. Fred's high voice tutted--"Unacceptable attitude--" his softer fingers brushing her thighs, tracing the pantyhose's weave, then sliding up--slow, deliberate--toward the bulge, his glasses fogging faintly as he leaned in.

He pressed a hand against her cock--flat at first, feeling the outline--his high voice a flirty scold--"This is still disruptive--look at that profile." His fingers rubbed, testing the fabric, the taupe stretching as her cock swelled--eight inches now, then nine--pushing harder against his palm. "Hmm," he murmured, his tone teasing--"Not tenting yet--needs more _evaluation_." He squeezed lightly, his softer hand stroking the length through the pantyhose--up and down, slow and firm--her cock hardening to ten inches, the fabric groaning, a faint tent starting to form.

"Fuck--babe," she rasped, her deep voice rough, her massive frame tensing, her cock hitting eleven inches--thick, throbbing, the pantyhose stretching into a full tent now, the taupe opaque but taut, precum seeping through, darkening the tip. Fred grinned, his high voice a smug--"There it is--still a violation!" His softer fingers circled the head, teasing the wet spot, then slid down--rubbing the shaft, pressing it flat, then letting it spring back, the tent bulging obscenely. "No hiding this--policy's in shambles."

Janice growled, her deep tone flirty--"Guess I'm a lost cause--whatcha gonna do, fine me?" Her massive hands gripped the sheets, her abs flexing, the pantyhose creaking as her cock pulsed, the tent straining the fabric to its limit. Fred stood, his high voice a sharp command--"Stand--now! Inspection's not over." She rose, her massive frame towering, the pantyhose tent jutting out--eleven inches of defiance, leather straps clashing with the librarian look as she strutted a step, her deep laugh booming--"Check it out--full display."

Fred circled her, his kitten heels clicking, his softer hands brushing her hips--"Disgraceful," he scolded, his high tone breaking with a laugh--"This tent's a public nuisance!" He tapped the bulge, making her groan, then knelt again--his fingers tugging the waistband, testing the stretch--"Barely holding--needs reinforcement." He rubbed harder, his softer palm grinding the tent, her cock throbbing, precum soaking through, the pantyhose a glossy, strained mess as he teased--"You're rewriting the rules, delinquent--literally popping out!"

Janice stood towering over Fred, her six-foot-three frame a wall of muscle and heat, the taupe pantyhose stretched tight--her eleven-inch cock tenting the fabric obscenely, precum soaking through, the opaque weave glistening under the fairy lights. The leather strap-dress hung in tatters, her abs flexing, nipples bare as she grinned, her deep voice a teasing growl--"Well, librarian? Pass inspection yet?" The pantyhose creaked, her massive thighs shifting, the tent bouncing with every breath.

Fred straightened from his kneel, his softer five-nine frame prim but flustered--nude pantyhose shimmering, grey skirt snug, blouse and cardigan slightly askew, glasses slipping as he adjusted them with a stern huff. His high voice snapped--"This is beyond unacceptable--look at that!" He pointed at the tent, his softer hand hovering, his four-inch cock a subtle bulge in his own pantyhose as he fought a smirk. "If it's going to be _this_ big, we can't just cover it--we'll have to hide it somewhere." His high tone turned flirty, decisive--"And I know _exactly_ where."

Janice's deep laugh rumbled--"Oh yeah? Where's that, bookworm?" Her massive hands flexed, her cock throbbing harder, the pantyhose straining as she stepped closer, her deep voice daring him to follow through. Fred didn't flinch--his high voice a sharp command--"Silence, delinquent!" He turned, his kitten heels clicking, and reached for his skirt--fingers unzipping it slow, teasingly, letting it slide down his softer thighs to pool at his feet. His nude pantyhose hugged his curves, his four-inch cock pressing against the sheer fabric, his pussy outlined below as he kicked the skirt aside.

"Over here," he ordered, his high tone prim but dripping heat, bending over the bed--hands braced on the sheets, ass up, pantyhose taut over his softer hips. He glanced back through his glasses, his high voice a flirty scold--"Policy says no distractions--so _hide_ that thing, now!" The nude fabric stretched, his pussy and cock a tempting target, his legs parting slightly, kitten heels steady as he arched, offering himself.

Janice growled, her deep voice a hungry edge--"Yes, _sir_--" stepping up behind him, her massive frame looming, her hands ripping the taupe pantyhose at her crotch--the fabric tearing with a sharp _rrrip_, freeing her eleven-inch cock, hard and dripping. She gripped his hips, her massive fingers digging into his pantyhose, tugging them down just enough--exposing his pussy, his four-inch cock still trapped in the sheer layer. "Gonna hide it good," she rumbled, lining up--her cock brushing his slick heat, then thrusting in--deep, sudden, filling him in one brutal stroke.

Fred's high moan cracked--"Fuck--yes--" his softer body jolting, his hands clawing the sheets, glasses fogging as she slammed into him, her cock stretching his pussy, the pantyhose chafing his thighs. "That's--policy-compliant," he gasped, his high voice breaking, pushing back into her--his four-inch cock leaking through the nude fabric, precum soaking it as she fucked him. Janice's deep growl roared--"Fucking tight hiding spot--" her massive frame pumping, her leather straps flapping, her abs flexing as she drove harder, the bed creaking under them.

Her massive hands held him steady, her cock pounding--wet slaps echoing, his pantyhose rubbing her thighs, his kitten heels scuffing the floor. "No more tent," she rasped, her deep voice flirty, her eleven-inch length buried deep, stretching him--his pussy gripping her, his softer moans pitching higher as the role play melted into raw heat.

As she pulled out for another thrust, a shimmer rippled through the room--the fairy lights flared, a faint hum buzzing the air, and magic struck. Fred's nude pantyhose snapped back up--melding to his skin, but now transformed: a snug sleeve formed, hugging his four-inch cock like a second skin, sheer and stretchy, the tip glistening through it--while a neat hole appeared at his pussy, framed by the fabric, wide open for access. He gasped, his high voice cracking--"What the--fuck--" his softer hands clutching the sheets, feeling the shift.

Janice's taupe pantyhose shimmered too--the tear vanishing as they reformed, a thick sleeve encasing her eleven-inch cock--opaque, taut, stretching to contain her girth, precum seeping through the tip--while a hole opened at her pussy, slick and ready below. "Goddamn--magic's back," she rumbled, her deep laugh booming, her massive frame jolting as the sleeve gripped her, her cock throbbing harder, the pantyhose a glossy tease. "Check this out--custom fit!"

Fred twisted to look, his high voice a flirty snap--"Library policy just got an upgrade!" He pushed his ass higher, the hole at his pussy winking at her, his cock sleeve twitching as he adjusted his glasses. "No excuses now--hide that monster, _properly_!" His softer thighs parted, pantyhose shimmering, the sleeve outlining his four-inch cock--hard, leaking, a perfect tease.

Janice grinned, her deep voice a hungry purr--"Yes, _sir_--" her massive hands yanking him closer, her sleeved cock brushing his hole--then thrusting in, deep and slick, the pantyhose sleeves rubbing together as she filled his pussy. "Fuck--tight," she growled, her eleven-inch length stretching him, the sleeve chafing her shaft, amplifying every thrust--her pussy hole exposed below, dripping as she pumped. Fred's high moan broke--"Janice--shit, yes--" his softer body rocking, his cock sleeve bouncing, precum soaking through as his pussy gripped her through the magic hole.

Her massive frame pounded--wet slaps mixing with the pantyhose's whisper, her leather straps flapping, her abs flexing as the sleeve hugged her cock, friction sparking heat. "Better than a tent," she rasped, her deep voice flirty, her massive hands pulling him back--his pantyhose hole stretching, his sleeved cock slapping his stomach. Fred's high voice gasped--"Policy--approved--" his softer hands clawing the bed, glasses slipping, the magic sleeves and holes turning their role play into a wild, tailored fuck.

Janice's massive six-foot-three frame rocked behind Fred, her eleven-inch cock--sheathed in the taupe pantyhose's magic sleeve--thrusting deep into his pussy through the neat hole in his nude pantyhose, the fabric stretching and whispering with every slam. Her leather strap-dress hung in tatters, her abs flexing, nipples bare as her massive hands gripped his softer hips--his five-nine body bent over the bed, blouse and cardigan rumpled, glasses sliding down his nose. His four-inch cock bounced in its sheer sleeve, precum dripping through, smearing his stomach as he moaned, his high voice a mix of scold and need--"Keep it--hidden, delinquent--don't slack!"

She grinned, her deep voice a rough tease--"Hiding it good, _sir_--" her massive thighs pumping, the pantyhose sleeve chafing her cock, friction sparking as she drove harder--her pussy hole below glistening, untouched but dripping, the taupe fabric taut over her muscle. "Fuck--this sleeve's tight," she growled, her deep tone flirty, leaning over him--her massive frame dwarfing his, her leather straps brushing his back as she slammed in, the bed creaking under her strength.

Fred's high voice snapped--"Not--good enough!"--his softer hands clawing the sheets, pushing back into her thrusts, his pussy clenching her through the magic hole--hot, slick, gripping her eleven-inch length as the sleeve rubbed his insides raw. His cock sleeve twitched--four inches throbbing, the sheer nude fabric glossy with precum, his kitten heels scuffing the floor as he arched higher. "Library--standards--higher!" he panted, his high tone breaking, glasses fogging as he glanced back, his softer face flushed--role play holding despite the heat.

Janice's deep laugh boomed--"Standards, huh? How's this--" her massive hand slid around, brushing his sleeved cock--fingers teasing the tip through the pantyhose, smearing his precum as she fucked him harder, her cock swelling in its sleeve, stretching it to the limit. "No distractions, right?" she teased, her deep voice a growl, her other hand tugging his hip--her pussy hole dripping more, the taupe pantyhose chafing her thighs as she pounded, the fairy lights glinting off their glossy layers.

"Fuck--yes--" Fred's high moan cracked, his softer body jolting--his cock sleeve pulsing under her touch, his pussy spasming around her, the hole framing her thrusts perfectly. "You're--still too loud," he gasped, his high voice a flirty scold--"Quiet--in the library!" He reached back, softer hand swatting her thigh--pantyhose rubbing pantyhose--then grabbed his glasses, adjusting them primly, his four-inch cock leaking steady now, the sleeve a wet, shiny tease.

She smirked, her deep voice a playful snarl--"Quiet? Can't help it--blame the fit." Her massive frame shifted--thrusting faster, the sleeve on her cock amplifying every stroke, her pussy hole aching below as she drove into him--wet slaps echoing, the pantyhose whispering, her leather straps flapping against her chest. "Gonna fine me for noise too?" she rasped, her massive hand squeezing his sleeved cock--stroking it now, firm and slow--her eleven-inch length stretching his pussy, the magic holes and sleeves turning their fuck into a tailored frenzy.

Fred's high voice whined--"Fines--double--triple!"--his softer body trembling, his pussy gripping her tighter, his cock throbbing in her hand--precum soaking the sleeve, dripping onto the bed as he rocked back, his pantyhose chafing her thighs. "Hide it--better--or--detention!" he panted, his high tone fraying, glasses slipping fully now--role play teetering as the heat built, their magic-enhanced pantyhose pushing them wilder, the room a storm of gasps and slaps.

She grinned, her deep voice a taunting roar--"Hiding it deep enough yet, _librarian_?"

Fred braced against the bed, his high voice a sharp scold--"Not--nearly, you _ruffian_!" His nude pantyhose gleamed--his four-inch cock throbbing in its sheer sleeve, bouncing with every jolt, precum spurting through the tip, streaking his blouse as it hung loose, cardigan slipping off one shoulder, glasses dangling from his nose. His kitten heels dug into the floor, his softer ass high--pussy hole stretched wide around her, gripping her eleven-inch girth as he shoved back, his high tone cracking--"This library demands _order_--you're a walking--violation!"

Janice's deep laugh thundered--"Order? I'm rewriting your fucking rules--" her massive frame surging, thrusting harder--her sleeved cock pistoning, the pantyhose rubbing raw against his hole, friction sparking as she drove deep, the bedframe groaning under her power. Her massive hand slapped his ass--pantyhose stinging his skin--then slid around, gripping his sleeved cock, stroking fast--"Noisy little prick--shut it up!" Her deep voice growled, flirty and fierce, her cock swelling in its sleeve, stretching it tighter--her pussy hole pulsing below, slick and untouched, her leather straps whipping the air.

Fred's high moan snapped into a scold--"Unhand--that, delinquent!"--his softer body bucking, his pussy clenching her through the magic hole--hot, slick, a vise around her as she pounded, his cock sleeve pulsing in her grip, precum flooding her fingers. "Noise--violation--triple fines!" he shouted, his high voice fraying, glasses falling to the sheets as he twisted--grabbing a pillow, hurling it at her chest--"Quiet--or--expulsion!" His softer hand swatted her thigh--pantyhose chafing pantyhose--his four-inch cock leaking wild, the sleeve a glossy mess.

She caught the pillow, her deep growl a feral tease--"Expel me? Gotta catch me first--" tossing it aside, her massive frame doubling down--thrusting faster, deeper, her sleeved cock slamming his pussy, the pantyhose holes aligning perfectly--wet, filthy slaps echoing, the sleeve on her length grinding her raw, her pussy dripping steady now. Her massive hand pumped his sleeved cock--hard, relentless--her deep voice roaring--"Fine me all you want--gonna break your shelves!" Her leather straps snapped fully, falling away, her nipples hard, her abs a steel wall as she fucked him senseless.

Fred's high voice wailed--"You'll--rebuild--every--bookcase!"--his softer body trembling, his pussy spasming around her, the hole stretching wider--his cock sleeve erupting in her hand, precum jetting through the fabric, soaking her palm as he rocked back, his pantyhose chafing her thighs raw. "Disorderly--conduct!" he gasped, his high tone a desperate scold--grabbing the bedframe, rattling it--his blouse tearing at the shoulder, cardigan pooling at his elbows, his cock a throbbing tease in her grip, the magic sleeves and holes amplifying every thrust into a chaotic, role-played frenzy.

Her deep snarl shook the room--"Conduct this--" her massive frame slamming harder, her sleeved cock stretching his pussy to the limit--pantyhose rubbing pantyhose, friction burning as her pussy leaked below, her massive hands yanking him back--his softer moans pitching higher, the fairy lights flickering as their amplified fuck shook the apartment, their roles teetering on the edge of collapse.

Her leather straps dangled, chest bare, abs tight as her hands gripped his hips, pulling him into her. The sleeve chafed--precum seeping, pussy hole slick below, fabric taut. She grinned, voice rough--"Hidden yet, librarian?"

Fred clung to the bed, high voice sharp--"Not enough, you rogue!" His pantyhose gleamed--cock pulsing in its sleeve, precum staining his blouse, cardigan slipping, glasses lost. Heels scraped, ass high--pussy hole squeezing her as he pushed back, scolding--"Order--or else!"

Her deep laugh hit--"Order's gone--" thrusting harder, sleeve rubbing, bed creaking. She slapped his ass--pantyhose stinging--then grabbed his sleeved cock, stroking fast--"Quiet this!" Voice flirty, leather flapping, power raw.

Fred's moan snapped--"Hands off!"--body rocking, pussy clenching, sleeve leaking. "Noise--fines triple!" he barked, tossing a pillow--hitting her chest--"Silence!" His hand swatted her thigh--pantyhose chafing--tease dripping.

Then magic flared--lights flickered, air hummed. Fred's outfit shifted--blouse and cardigan melding into a tight black dress, knee-length but stern, pantyhose intact, heels sharpening into pointed boots, a ruler appearing in his hand--headmistress now. Janice's leather scraps vanished--replaced by a skimpy schoolgirl skirt, plaid and short, a cropped white shirt barely buttoning, taupe pantyhose sleeve still on her cock. She blinked, voice a deep laugh--"What the fuck--"

Fred straightened, high voice icy--"Miss Janice--your uniform's a disgrace!" He smacked the ruler on the bed, softer frame rigid--pussy hole still taking her, cock sleeve twitching as he thrust back--"Detention--permanent!" His dress hugged him, boots clicking, headmistress glare fierce.

Janice growled--"Yes, _ma'am_--" thrusting harder, skirt flaring, shirt straining, sleeve tight on her cock--pussy hole dripping as she slammed in, hands pulling him close. "Punish me then," voice flirty, abs flexing, schoolgirl tease meeting headmistress steel.

Fred's high scold cracked--"Insolence!"--ruler slapping her thigh--pantyhose stinging--pussy gripping her, sleeve leaking as he rocked, dress taut. "Fix--that--attitude!" he snapped--boots firm, softer body a strict wall, their fuck flipping into a raw, magic-twisted game.

Her deep snarl hit--"Fix this--" slamming deep, sleeve burning, skirt bouncing--hands yanking him, blouse tearing, their new roles a sexy, spartan clash.

Janice's massive frame rocked Fred from behind, her cock--sheathed in the taupe pantyhose sleeve--slamming into his pussy through the hole in his nude pair, each thrust a wet, fierce jolt shaking his softer form over the bed. Her skimpy plaid skirt flared, cropped shirt split open--chest bare, abs carved as her hands gripped his hips, pulling him hard. The sleeve chafed--precum soaking through, pussy hole dripping below, fabric stretched tight. She grinned, voice a deep taunt--"Punish me good, headmistress?"

Fred braced the bed, high voice a cold snap--"Disgraceful, Miss Janice!" His black dress clung tight, stern and sleek, boots firm--pantyhose sleeve hugging his cock, twitching with every slam, precum streaking his thighs as his pussy hole took her deep. He shoved back, ruler cracking against her thigh--pantyhose stinging--"Expulsion--now!" His softer body trembled, dress riding up, headmistress glare breaking with heat.

Her deep laugh roared--"Expel this--" thrusting harder, sleeve grinding raw, bed groaning. She slapped his ass--pantyhose snapping--then grabbed his sleeved cock, stroking fast--"Quiet your rules!" Voice flirty, skirt bouncing, power surging as her cock swelled, stretching his pussy tight.

Fred's high moan broke--"Insolent--brat!"--body bucking, pussy clenching, sleeve leaking in her hand--"Fines--forever!" He swung the ruler--smacking her hip--then dropped it, hands clawing the sheets, boots slipping as he rocked, his cock sleeve pulsing, precum jetting through. "Fix--it!" he gasped--dress tearing at the seam, softer frame quaking.

She snarled--"Fix you--" slamming deeper, sleeve burning her shaft, pussy hole leaking--her hand pumping his cock ruthless, skirt flapping, abs flexed. "Breaking--your--school!" Voice raw, she thrust wild--pantyhose rubbing pantyhose, slaps echoing, magic holes slick and perfect.

Fred's high cry hit--"You're--done!"--pussy spasming, sleeve erupting--cum shooting through the fabric, splattering his dress, his hand jerking his cock free as his pussy flooded around her, soaking her thighs. His softer body convulsed--boots kicking, dress ruined--headmistress crumbling into moans.

Janice roared--"Fuck--yes--" her sleeved cock bursting--thick spurts filling his pussy, sleeve straining as she pumped him full, her pussy hole gushing below, cum dripping down her legs. Her massive frame shook--skirt askew, shirt gone--hands yanking him close, their climax a raw, magic-fueled mess, pantyhose slick and torn.

They collapsed--her on him, bed creaking, his high pants mixing with her deep growls, outfits wrecked, fairy lights glinting off their cum-streaked chaos.

Janice sprawled atop Fred, her massive frame pinning his softer one to the bed, both panting--her cock softening in its taupe pantyhose sleeve, cum dripping from his pussy hole, streaking their thighs. His black dress hung torn, boots askew, his sleeved cock limp against his stomach, precum and cum soaking the fabric. Her plaid skirt sagged, shirt shredded, their climax a slick, wrecked heap. The fairy lights flickered, air humming faintly--then magic stirred.

A shimmer ran over them--her skirt straightened, plaid crisp and short again, the cropped shirt mending, buttoning tight over her chest, taupe pantyhose smoothing out, sleeve intact. Fred's dress knit back--black and stern, hugging his curves, boots gleaming, nude pantyhose glossy, his sleeve pristine. Cum vanished, fabric fresh--outfits restored like nothing happened. She rolled off, landing beside him, her deep voice a rough laugh--"Fuck--look at us."

Fred propped up, high voice soft--"Magic's got taste." He adjusted his glasses--back on his nose now--smoothing his dress, legs crossing in the boots, pantyhose shimmering as he eyed her. "That skirt's--trouble," he teased, softer hand brushing her thigh, feeling the plaid's edge, his gaze lingering on her sleeved cock, subtle under the fabric.

She grinned, deep tone warm--"Trouble's my game, headmistress." She stretched--skirt riding up, shirt pulling tight, abs peeking out--pantyhose sleeve outlining her length as she sat up, admiring him. "That dress--fuck, you're sharp. Boots too." Her massive hand traced his calf, up to the dress hem, her eyes glinting--his sleeved cock a faint tease, pussy hole hidden but hinted.

He smirked, high voice flirty--"Sharp's my rule." He stood--boots clicking, dress swaying--strutting a slow circle, letting her watch--pantyhose sleek, his softer frame commanding in black. "You're still a mess--sexy mess," he said, nodding at her skirt, her bare midriff, the sleeve hugging her cock--his hand adjusting his dress collar, prim but playful.

She laughed, deep and easy--"Mess for you." She rose--skirt swishing, shirt straining--strutting back, towering over him, pantyhose whispering as she posed, hands on hips. "This fits--too good," she rumbled, her cock twitching faintly in its sleeve, her eyes raking his dress, his boots--admiring the strict cut, the way it held him.

They stood close--her massive frame against his softer one, hands brushing--his high voice a hum--"We look--damn fine." He tugged her shirt, she smoothed his dress, both grinning--pantyhose gleaming, outfits crisp, magic's gift a sexy mirror to their wild ride.

Janice flopped beside Fred on the bed, her massive frame sinking into the sheets, his softer one sprawled next to her--both catching their breath as the fairy lights hummed. Magic had struck again--her plaid skirt now crisp, short and teasing, cropped shirt buttoned tight over her chest, taupe pantyhose sleeve smooth around her cock, pussy hole neat below. Her feet slipped into shiny penny loafers--flat, simple, schoolgirl-sharp. Fred's black dress hugged him sternly, pantyhose sleeve glossy on his cock, and his boots--now sleek and pointed--lengthened, lifting him as he stood, his softer frame stretching up, nearly eye-to-eye with her.

He smirked, high voice a soft jab--"Look at that--almost your height now." His boots clicked, adding inches--five-nine stretching close to her six-three--dress swaying as he adjusted his glasses, pantyhose shimmering, his sleeved cock a subtle tease under the fabric. He strutted slow, circling her--headmistress gaze raking her frame, hands smoothing his dress. "Those loafers--cute, but you're still trouble."

Janice grinned, deep voice rumbling--"Cute? These keep me grounded, headmistress." She rose--loafers scuffing, skirt swishing, shirt pulling tight--her massive frame still broad, but his new height closing the gap. She stepped close, pantyhose whispering, her sleeved cock brushing his dress as she looked him over--eyes level, her massive hand tracing his boot. "Fuck--those boots. You're towering sexy now."

He laughed, high and warm--"Towering's my new rule." He posed--boots firm, dress crisp--his softer hand tugging her skirt playfully, feeling the plaid, then up to her shirt, unbuttoning one for a peek at her abs. "This fits you--too damn well," he teased, his gaze lingering--her sleeved cock outlined, pussy hole hinted, loafers a soft contrast to her bulk.

She smirked, deep tone flirty--"Fits you better--sharp as hell." Her massive hand slid up his leg--boot leather cool under her fingers--then to his dress hem, lifting it slightly, admiring the pantyhose gleam, his sleeved cock winking below. "Almost my height--fuck, I like this," she rumbled, stepping closer--her loafers quiet, his boots clicking as they stood chest-to-chest, eyes locked, heat simmering.

Fred's high voice purred--"Good--keep looking." He leaned in--glasses glinting, softer frame pressing her massive one--his hand brushing her chest, hers cupping his hip. "Magic knows us," he murmured, boots holding him tall, dress tight--his cock sleeve twitching faintly, her loafers scuffing as she shifted, skirt riding up.

She nodded, deep laugh soft--"Knows us too well." Her massive frame eased--loafers planted, skirt teasing her thighs--her hand ruffling his hair, his tugging her collar. They stood there--her schoolgirl tease, his headmistress edge--pantyhose crisp, outfits fresh, trading looks and touches--his new height a thrill, her loafers grounding her, the moment stretching slow and sexy.

Janice stood in the bedroom--now Fred's "office"--her massive frame clad in the magic-fixed schoolgirl outfit: plaid skirt, cropped shirt, taupe pantyhose with a sleeve on her cock, penny loafers scuffing the floor. Fred loomed close, his softer form stretched tall by his boots--nearly her height--black dress crisp, pantyhose sleeve snug, glasses sharp as he circled her, ruler in hand. His high voice snapped--"Miss Janice, uniform inspection--stand still."

She grinned, deep voice teasing--"Yes, headmistress." She straightened, skirt swaying, shirt tight--her bulk a challenge under his gaze. He started at her hair--fingers brushing it, slightly mussed from their earlier chaos. "Askew," he tutted, high and stern--"One demerit." His softer hands slid down--tracing her neck, feeling the thick muscle tense under his touch, then over her shoulders, resting on her biceps.

"Flex," he ordered, high voice firm. She smirked, deep tone flirty--"Like this?"--giving a half-hearted flex, her arms bulging but not fully. Fred's high snap cut--"Your best, girl!" She laughed, deep and rough, then flexed hard--muscle swelling, seams popping as her sleeves ripped, fabric splitting over her massive biceps. He stepped back, high voice scolding--"Two demerits--one for each tear. Sloppy!"

Her deep chuckle rumbled--"Oops." He moved on--grabbing her hands, inspecting--"Rough, unmanicured--another demerit." His softer fingers lingered, then slid up--over her core, hands cupping her chest, brushing her nipples--hardening fast, poking through the shirt. "Visible--shameless," he hissed, high and flirty--"More demerits." She grinned, deep voice warm--"Can't help it."

He traced down her sides--hands roaming her abs, ridges tight under his touch. "Stand straight," he barked. She did--skirt lifting, midriff bare. "Exposed--another demerit," he said, high voice teasing, fingers sliding over each groove, slow and deliberate--her abs flexing under him. He dropped lower--hands on her skirt, her cock sleeved but not tented yet. "Oh, what's this?" he purred, high and coy--running his hands along it, lips brushing the tip through the pantyhose, a soft kiss. "Half effort--demerit," he added, smirking.

Down her legs--pantyhose crisp, loafers neat--"These pass," he conceded, high voice crisp, standing tall in his boots--eye level with her. "But--too many demerits. Punishment required." He pointed--ruler smacking the bed--"Bend over, delinquent."

Janice grinned, deep voice a purr--"Yes, ma'am." She bent--skirt flipping up, pantyhose hole baring her pussy--hands braced, loafers steady. Fred stepped up--dress hiked, pantyhose tugged--his sleeved cock free, hard and leaking. "Take your lesson," he snapped, high and stern--thrusting in, slamming her pussy, wet and deep--his softer frame rocking her massive one, boots clicking, ruler tossed aside.

She growled, deep and raw--"Fuck--punish me--" her pussy gripping him, pantyhose chafing as he banged her--his cock sleeve rubbing her insides, her own sleeved length swaying under the skirt. His high moan broke--"Learn--now!"--hands on her hips, dress brushing her back, their role-play punishment a hard, sexy clash.

His high voice snapped--"Take it, delinquent--learn your place!"--hands gripping her hips, boots scuffing, his sleeved cock driving in, chafing her insides.

She growled, deep and rough--"Harder, headmistress--fuck me deeper!" Her massive hands clawed the sheets--pussy clenching him, her own sleeved cock swaying under the skirt, dripping through the fabric. Her abs flexed, shirt split wider--voice a taunt--"C'mon--punish me right!"

Fred's high laugh cracked--"Insolent girl!"--he slammed harder--boots bracing, softer thighs tensing as he plunged deeper--cock hitting her core, pantyhose sleeve rubbing raw, his dress flapping against her back. "Deeper--here!" he barked, high and stern--pulling her hips, burying himself--wet slaps loud, his sleeved cock stretching her, precum slicking the hole.

"Fuck--yes," she rasped, deep voice breaking--pussy gripping tight, massive frame rocking--loafers sliding as she shoved back, urging him on--"More--wreck me!" Her sleeved cock throbbed, skirt bouncing--his thrusts shaking her, pantyhose chafing thighs, her chest heaving under the torn shirt.

He snarled, high and fierce--"Wrecked--you'll be!"--going harder, deeper--boots firm, softer hands yanking her--cock slamming her depths, sleeve burning as he fucked her raw. "No--mercy--for brats!"--his dress rode up, glasses lost somewhere, his sleeved cock pulsing--her pussy a tight, wet vise, their role play a hard, sweaty grind.

She moaned, deep and wild--"That's--it--headmistress!"--massive frame trembling, pussy spasming--his cock hitting deep, relentless--pantyhose slick, loafers scraping, their fuck a fierce, sexy storm.

His high voice barked--"Feel it, delinquent--take it!"--hips snapping, sleeved cock buried, chafing her slick walls.

She growled, deep and raw--"Harder--gonna milk you dry!"--her pussy clamped down--muscles flexing, gripping him tight, a pulsing vise sucking him in. Her massive frame tensed--loafers firm, skirt trembling--her sleeved cock untouched, dripping below, but her pussy did the work, squeezing him relentless. "Fuck--deeper!" she rasped, voice breaking--milking him harder, waves rolling through her walls.

Fred's high moan cracked--"You--brat!"--his softer body jolting, boots slipping as her pussy locked him--thrusts faltering, cock throbbing in its sleeve, caught in her grip. "No--escape!" he gasped--slamming deep one last time, her muscles wrenching him--hot, tight, pulling him over.

She snarled, deep and wild--"Now--headmistress!"--pussy spasming, milking him fierce--her orgasm hitting, a flood soaking his cock, dripping through the hole, pantyhose slick as she shook--her sleeved cock untouched, her climax pure pussy-driven. Fred broke--high cry sharp--"Fuck--yes!"--his sleeved cock erupting, cum shooting deep, pulsing against her walls--his softer frame trembling, boots skidding, orgasm ripped out by her grip.

They shuddered--her massive frame slumping, his softer one leaning into her--pantyhose wet, skirt and dress askew, loafers and boots steady as their breaths rasped, a hard, spartan finish.

Janice slumped on the bed, massive frame heaving--plaid skirt bunched, taupe pantyhose slick with cum, her pussy hole dripping from Fred's finish. Her sleeved cock jutted up--hard, eleven inches unyielding, precum beading through the fabric despite the orgasm, pulsing with need. Fred collapsed beside her, softer form trembling--black dress tangled, boots scuffed, his pantyhose sleeve soaked, cock softening after spilling inside her. His high voice panted--"Expelled--you're done--" but her deep growl cut through--"Not yet, headmistress."

She rolled--massive frame pinning his softer one, loafers kicking as her cock pressed his thigh--still rock-hard, sleeve tight and wet. "My turn," she rasped, voice rough--hands yanking his dress up, exposing his pantyhose--hole bared, pussy slick from their mess. Fred's high laugh broke--"Insolent--girl!"--his softer hands pushing her chest, boots shifting, but she grinned, deep and fierce--"Punish me--then take this."

Her massive hands tore his pantyhose wider--hole stretching--positioning her sleeved cock, hot and rigid, at his pussy. "Harder--deeper--your rules," she taunted, voice flirty--thrusting in, wet and deep, filling him in one brutal stroke--her cum-slick pussy rubbing his thighs, loafers bracing as she slammed. Fred's high moan cracked--"Fuck--you--brat!"--his softer body jolting, boots kicking, pussy clenching her--his sleeved cock twitching, spent but stirring under the dress.

She growled--"Feel it--headmistress--" thrusting hard, sleeve chafing his walls--her massive frame rocking him, skirt flapping, shirt split--cock relentless, stretching him, precum leaking anew. His high voice snapped--"No--mercy!"--softer hands clawing her abs, boots scraping her legs--pussy gripping her tight, slick with their mix as she fucked him raw, her pussy hole dripping below, untouched but pulsing.

"Take--your--lesson," she snarled, deep and wild--slamming deeper--bed creaking, pantyhose rubbing pantyhose--her hard cock owning him, massive frame a force, loafers steady as she drove--his softer moans pitching, dress tearing more, their flipped punishment a fierce, spartan storm.