A sheepish smile curled on Greg’s wrinkled face, still embarrassed by how doughy his midsection looked when nude, “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I mean, it hasn’t been all that long; you’re still getting used to things, and..” Truthfully, his caution was more for himself than for Winter. He was up for reigniting the spark, getting back into their traditional roles in the bedroom, but as their original, virile young selves. Not as members of the opposite sex, not to mention several decades older. But it’s not like they had a choice in the matter; dispassionate and disruptive, the Great Shift gave them these tired, aching bodies, with little to no hope for them ever to return back to normal. This form of adjusting, of compromise, was Winter’s idea, buying the strap-on, and having Greg strenuously deal with all the ties and buckles to equip it.

“I’m sure!” Winter went beet red. Getting swapped into near-seniors during the Shift knocked both of sweethearts down a peg, but hit her particularly hard; Greg had never seen her have enough self-reflection to feel shame. “Letting anyone NEAR my butt grosses me out, but if there’s a way to avoid touching this old man’s shrimp dick, we’re trying it.”

Greg wasn’t one to argue with his girlfriend, more-so with how physically imposing she was compared to his feeble, feminine form, and went ahead and carefully inserted the toy into his girlfriend, taking care not to overexert himself. 

Greg only went for a few minutes- a fraction of his old body’s usual time, but he was contending with a grandma’s stamina, and Winter didn’t put in much effort to support him. Aside from it not being inserting a real penis, and it being a different hole entirely, that was to be expected. Using the artificial cock didn’t quite have the same “oomph” to it as his flesh-and-blood one, but still, the feedback of the device rubbing against his erogenous zones was very nice; he hadn’t felt so much pleasure since becoming a woman. Likewise, Winter was a whimpering, quivering mess. Clearly she was taken on a MUCH wilder ride than he had. Greg took a step forward to see if she was all right, and was shocked when she rolled off the bed, still rock hard, onto the floor. Using what little energy she had, she crawled on hands and knees towards him, going straight to his toes, stammering out thanks in between breaths, and going right back to sucking. Again, she was getting far more enjoyment out of it, but Greg let her do her thing. It would appear that Winter’s plan to regain some normalcy backfired spectacularly, unearthing new preferences gained alongside her male body, and the couple’s dynamic would be forever altered.