Luke hiked up his panties higher past his wide hips, accidentally having the fabric rub against the opening of his pussy. Taking up Lia’s job may have been less stressful than being in the service industry, but he still wasted no time getting out of his restricting pantsuit after a long day. He’d been stuck living her life in her thick body for a while now, not long enough not to be bored of his reflection, but long enough to know all of her sweet spots, running his hands along his full figure. 

“Ugh, [tpi]really[/tpi]?” Luke’s bout of self-love was interrupted by Amber’s protests. Amber made it no secret of her disgust toward the situation -and never deal with his “dork-ass” again- but with her male body, magic wasn’t coming as naturally as she preferred, and they both shuddered to think how badly the spell could backfire if she wasn’t careful. As “Andrew,” she didn’t need to work, giving her all the time to find a solution, and to stew in her resentment towards Luke. 

Amber took a hand to Luke’s ass, smacking it HARD, causing him to let out a low moan from the stinging pleasure.  Amber wasn’t impressed by the display: “Ugh, if you’re going to act like a slut, at least do it where I don’t have to see it.” she sneered before trudging into their bedroom. 

This was happened from time to time: her virile, masculine body’s sex drive was higher than she was used to, but was still resistant to touch her own cock, leaving her pent up and angrier than usual. Hell, from how she was acting-and walking- it was obvious that the monster in her pants was begging to be tamed, poor thing. Amber’s attitude had not improved in the past weeks, but he knew her spirits would be raised the moment Luke would offer to sit on her face again; for how much he admired his new, endless curves, Amber worshiped them.[tpi][/tpi]