JESSIE POV
The next morning I woke up sore in all the right places.
My thighs ached, my c**k felt heavy and sensitive, even soft, and there was this low, constant thrum in my blood, like the book hadn’t just given me a d**k, it had rewired something deeper. I showered, watched in the mirror as the water ran over my new curves, t**s fuller than yesterday, waist even smaller, ass rounder and my c**k hung thick between my legs, already twitching at the memory of Kira’s throat squeezing me, her p***y clenching, her broken little “I’m yours” echoing in my head.
I dressed to kill: tight black leggings that hugged every inch of my ass and thighs, a cropped hoodie that showed a sliver of toned stomach, hair loose and shiny. No bra. n*****s hard against the fabric. No panties either, why bothe
