Melting into Form
Added 2025-03-13 17:44:13 +0000 UTCRyan’s hands trembled as he gripped the sink, staring at his reflection. His mind whirled, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The glossy sheen of his lips, the dark lashes fluttering slightly as he blinked—it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.
He needed to clear his head. A shower. A hot shower would wash this all away.
Stripping off the satin nightdress, he hesitated as his fingers brushed the silky panties hugging his hips. The thought of removing them felt... wrong. His breath hitched. It didn’t matter. He’d keep them on. Just for now.
The moment the warm water cascaded over his body, his tension eased. The steam curled around him, soothing, coaxing. His fingers ran through his silky, perfumed hair, his breathing steadying. But then—
A shiver rippled through him. The fabric of his panties tightened, the smooth silk shifting, molding against his skin. He gasped, a soft, feminine sound slipping past his lips. His hands shot down, fingers pressing against the suddenly slick, skintight material. The silk was gone. In its place, a form-fitting latex speedo hugged his frame, squeezing, accentuating. His hips tingled, his butt lifting, rounding—bubbling up in a way that felt undeniably foreign, undeniably…
A soft whimper escaped him. His cheeks burned, his breaths coming in short, delicate pants. The heat, the water, the transformation—it was overwhelming.
He bit his lip, clenching his fists as another sigh slipped past. A sigh that was no longer his own.
