JESSIE POV

The next morning I woke up sore in all the right places.

My thighs ached, my cock 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 dick, it had rewired something deeper. I showered, watched in the mirror as the water ran over my new curves, tits fuller than yesterday, waist even smaller, ass rounder and my cock hung thick between my legs, already twitching at the memory of Kira’s throat squeezing me, her pussy clenching, her broken little “I’m yours” echoing in my head.

I dressed to kill: tight black leggings that...