[Draft] Chilling and Horny (Mikasa TG)

Miguel sighed after a long day of doing whatever he pleased. He was able to have a long extended weekend and he had been enjoying himself. He ate whatever he wanted and did as he pleased. Still, he could easily admit that his weekend was lacking in one regard, and that was a nice sexy babe.

If he had a special girl then he would have called her over already so that the two of them could have some fun together. Instead, he would just have to satisfy himself with fantasies of girls he adored. The only question he had in mind was which one.

Immediately Mikasa Ackerman came to the forefront of his mind. A smile came to him as she imagined her in a sexy pose, smiling at him seductively. The cuddling that they could have done. Even if she only had eyes for Eren, he could and would still dream about her. And thanks to the internet there was more than enough inspiration for him to take from and fill his fantasies.

Miguel pulled out some of the saucy pictures that he had of her phone and smiled as he went through them. Already he could feel his glee about them well as his body heated. His mind ran wild with sexual fantasies of the two of them together in a variety of situations. He licked his lips at the thoughts, imagining what it would be like to be with her.

He imagined the door opening, his favorite babe of Attack on Titan staring at him. She leaned against the door, smiling. Mikasa standing there in a white singlet, a low-cut Calvin Klein sports bra, and a matching bikini bottom. She licked her lips, looking at him hungrily, her nipples poking through her top.

Miguel returned her smile. It might have just been his imagination going wild, but he wasn’t going to deny this wonderful fantasy and just let it go and see where it goes. Especially since he was in the mood for something hot.

Mikasa stepped closer to him, a sensuous saunter in her hips that made him grin as if it was happening in front of him. She leaned over, her breasts getting closer to his face, the top that she wore slipping just enough to let him see a peek of her nipples. With one good tug, he would have been able to rip off her shirt without issue. His imagination went even wilder and had her sit in his lap, her crotch against his.

He could almost feel her fingers running across their body. Her soft hair, brushing against his body, the silky smooth softness and sheen of it making him feel as if he was lounging against the softest blanket in the world. Her strong plush thighs up against his own or on the sides of his stomach. The feeling of her breasts pressed against him. He could almost feel it all with how vivid his mind was becoming.

It was a good thing that he was letting his mind go crazy inside his bachelor pad. If he was anywhere else then he would have to worry about what might be going on down there.

The front of his pants tented and he could feel his blood boil in sexual excitement that made his mouth water. His shaft hardened further and he breathed through his nose. His jaw opened on its own and a pleased groan came from him.

Miguel pressed down on it, imagining that it was her who was doing so. He shuddered again and breathed through his nose a little harder. His breathing became harsher as he increased the pace of his rubbing.  He gulped, feeling a trail of sweat travel down the side of his body.

Suddenly his imagination ended and he sighed, almost as it came. He blinked and groaned, wondering it had to end there at the good part, when things were about to get even better.

“Fuck,” Miguel sighed. He was still hot and bothered by what he just experienced and right now he needed to get some form of release. The worst part of it was that he knew that it wouldn’t be as good when he did get that release. “Life just isn’t fair.”

He wished that there was a special someone around that would be able to help him out with his current predicament. Though, his mind still wished that Mikasa was here to be the one that could get him the release that he wanted. It wouldn’t be the same if it was anyone else helping with this.

What he wouldn't give to have a wonderful babe like Mikasa in his life. Beautiful, sexy, athletic, dependable, and loyal to a fault. Who wouldn't love to have a girl like that as their significant other.

His imagination went wild as he imagined every feature she had. The nice silky black hair that had gotten Jean attracted to her. The athletic build had a good amount of muscle on it, but not enough to make her look like some juiced-up muscle monster. The decently sized bust that wasn’t too big, but large enough to catch attention, especially after the time skip. It was something that he could honestly say that he could thank the anime for.

“Why can’t I get a babe like her in my life,” Miguel groaned. He could already imagine the fun that he could have with her.

He could see it now. Her doing everything that she could to stay close to him. Occasionally being in sportswear and dragging him along to work out with her. That would be the perfect way to start his day. Getting to stretch and wake up with her. Him helping her stretch and getting a perfect eyeful of her wonderful body. The cuddling and other more…strenuous activities that they would be able to perform as well. If only she was real so that he could spend some time with her and know a babe like her. It was unfair that such things were out of reach.

“If there is a god then help me out here,” Miguel grumbled.

A spasm went through his body that made his body shake and his teeth chatter. He hugged himself and looked around the pad. He hugged himself as the room got colder for some reason.

“Damn AC,” Miguel muttered as he rubbed himself. “Better not be going out on me. This is my damn week off. Lord if this is your way of helping me out I didn’t like this.”

That would be the last thing that he needed to deal with. After having so much good stuff going his way he didn't want to be without AC for a day or two until someone got it repaired. With how hot it had been getting lately it would be nothing short of being in a heater.

Unknown to the boy, his body was changing. The hair that lined his arms was fading. It was as if his hands were razors that were removing every trace of hair that was on his body. He rubbed his legs together, closing his eyes as he focused on trying to alleviate the itchiness that was assaulting him. His hands weren’t fast enough to get every segment that he could, but it was as if he was turning up the heater with how his body was acting.

With every scratch more of the hair that he had on his body was going away. It was as if he was brushing off the imperfections that were on his body. As he did, his body felt like he was scrubbing a bar of soap against himself. By the time he stopped scratching himself, every trace of body hair he had on his arms was gone, leaving not even a faint shadow of hair there. The sudden change felt like someone had dunked a gallon of cold water down his body.

Right after the hair that was on his arms were gone, the chest hair that lined Miguel’s body was going away in small strips. The tingled as they did, the hair there feeling as if someone was twirling around and playing with them. The more the hair there disappeared the cleaner they looked. In seconds, Miguel’s pecs had gained an almost reflective sheen from the sweat that lined it.

His legs, which were almost an untamed jungle of body hair, were losing their wildness, the hair on them evening out as they got smaller. Droves of the leg hair that he never paid a moment’s thought for disappearing as if wax paper had been applied to them. After a minute all of the hair that been there had been gone, leaving no trace that it had existed there.

The next place to be hit by the sudden hair removal was his bottom. The hair on his butt quickly started disappeared in patches, leaving no trace of its existence. The transitioning boy shimmied in his seat as he tried to get comfortable. It was as if every piece of hair has retracted into the hole that it had come out of like an animal that was trying to get back into its home.

If a person were to try and find any hair below his eyebrows they would be horribly disappointed to find that his skin was almost impossibly smooth. If they were to run their fingers over her body they would find that it was comparable to a newborn baby’s bottom. Even the crotch hair that he had before the transformation was gone. It was as if every part of his body hair below his eyebrows could lose hair did.

Because of the sudden loss of hair, the cold feeling that he had only gotten worse. He shuddered and rubbed himself faster. His breathing came out haphazardly and gound relief in it as he did, but it wasn’t enough to make up for the new bout of coldness.

“AC don’t get wonky on me now,” Miguel muttered.

A warm feeling went through him as if he had jumped into a heater, before suddenly feeling as if he had been shoved into a freezer. His body shuddered, and his teeth rattled. He pulled out the nearest blanket that he could find and wrapped it around himself. If it was going to get colder then he would be ready for it. He snuggled deeper into the warmth that the cloth gave him as if it was a lifeline. He breathed in and out, trying to steady his heart so that it didn’t feel like it was going to burst out of his chest. He pulled it tighter and tried to control his breathing.

“What the hell is wrong with me,” Miguel muttered as he breathed in as he pondered further what sort of bug he might have gotten. With how sudden it was he was willing to bet that he had gotten some sort of flu or something. It would be fitting with his luck. First time he gets a day off in a while and he winds up having to sleep it up. “Why the hell do I keep

As he snuggled against the blanket, the dark moles that he had on his skin and the scarred flesh that he had smoothed over. Every little black or brown mark that he had thinned as if an eraser was being taken to it, until it was gone. The scarred parts of his body smoothed as if the cause for the damage had never happened in the first place.

Every bit of skin damage that he gained over the years was starting to go away. The dark freckles that he gained from his years in the sun reduced, further adding to his fair complexion. It was as if he was being cleansed of every dark mark that he had gained.

A content moan came from Miguel as he stopped scratching his body and focused on that warm feeling. He felt like he was taking a nice shower now that was at just the right temperature. He slowed his rubbing and savored the feeling. His skin had become clean of any imperfection that it had before. Every scratch and scar that he had gained was gone as if it had never been there.

“Much better,” Miguel muttered.

The tone of his skin changed next. The tanned tone and complexion that he had became duller as it softened. The hard skin that had been out in the sun for some time and crisp became paler. His skin became fairer with every passing second, almost as of he was loosing blood. When his skin tone finished altering it had a fair almost pale complexion that made him look like he almost came from Germany.

“Okay there we go, starting to feel better now,” Miguel remarked. He tossed the blanket that he had been using to the side as he lounged in his seat.

He was still rather horny from his fantasies which hadn't died down in the slightest. In fact if he had to be honest he would say that they had strengthened.

“Wait what the hell?” Miguel muttered at the sight of the changed skin. It had to be a trick of the light or something. It was the only answer that he could think of as to why his skin looked like it was a different color. He forced himself off of the couch and looked all over his body. As he examined his body, he noticed that it was missing the hair that lined it a short while ago.

“Wait what happened to my body?” Miguel wondered as his heart pounded a little faster.

He looked all over his body trying to find some trace of the hair he had below his eyebrows. He ran his hands over his body, hoping that he would be able to find something of it that remained. The changing boy paused when he saw his clean round bum was pure, free of any hair that had been on it a short while ago. Everywhere he looked on his body it was the same shade of fairer skin and fre of any blemish that had been on it.

The second thing that he noticed was the lack of hair. He knew that he hadn’t shaved off all the hair that he had there. He didn't have a reason to do it and the only time he took a razor to his body was when he needed to shave his face. It also didn’t help that the front of his pants was still tented by his hard sword.

“Seriously something up and you’re still going strong down there?” Miguel muttered to himself. He knew that he was a horny bastard when it came to the baes that he liked.

The young man tried to force those thoughts to the side so he could focus on trying to figure out what he should do. There was too much there that he needed to figure out and he felt like he was on the clock. As much as it pained him to admit, he couldn’t have those fantasies running wild.

Yet the fantasies of Mikasa were still on his mind. He still envisioned her wonderous form in front of her, her posing seductively, blowing kisses at him. God, it was as if she was personally here trying to make his body come to life. At any other point, he would have been gleeful to have such sexual fantasies running wild, more images of her running n her mind. Guess he would have to try and solve this mystery while he had a boner.

“Thank god I’m not in public or out at work while this is going on,” Miguel muttered. “Ok think what could have been the cause for this. People don’t just lose hair and change their skin tone at the drop of a hat.”

The young man tried to think of what had the potential to change him to such a degree on such short notice, but he couldn’t. There was nothing that could arouse such suspicion with him that even hinted that it might be the culprit. It had just been a normal night with him fantasizing about a wonderful babe pleasing him. It wasn't as if he had pissed off some voodoo witch or stepped into a vat of acid.

Miguel’s face altered next. The masculine features that he had softened as the shape of his skull morphed. His jawline softened, as the bones in his cheeks altered, following the lead of his chin. He breathed through his nose, the air coming through it feeling cleaner and better than it had in a long time. He blinked and frowned as they progressed. The freckles that lined his face disappeared as if an eraser was going right up against his face. Every little black spot that was there was getting removed one by one, until his face was clean of any sort of mark. His nose let out a small crack as it changed. The bridge of his nose felt like someone was roughly pinching it as hard as they could. His nostrils adjusted.

He breathed as he did something that he hadn’t considered in a long time. He put his finger up his nose to see how it fit. With his dainty fingers, it went in there with ease and fit perfectly. He immediately pulled out.

He tried to fix his glasses position but it was getting harder as his face changed. They kept drooping forward and with how jittery and unstable he was they kept sliding off. Suddenly things were starting to look off. He pulled the glasses off of his face and blinked at how clear everything looked to him. He put the glasses back on and everything seemed to be blurry. The glasses that he wore fell onto the ground, but he paid them little thought. He looked around and he could see everything perfectly as if he had 20-20 vision. With how his vision had been changing there was little need for them anymore. If anything, keeping them would be more of a hindrance.

The moment his face finished feeling like someone had used it as a bungee cord. He rolled his mouth around. His face still felt tender. He rubbed his face and winced from the initial shock of it all. Right after the shock of it passed he touched his face he noticed there was a difference in it. His cheeks felt higher, his jaw was a little more rounded.

“What the fuck?” Miguel muttered and continued to rub his face.

The young man went over to the nearby mirror that had been a gift. He jumped the moment he saw someone else looking back at him in the mirror.

“Whoa,” Miguel remarked as he patted his face, tracing the new curve of his cheeks and breathing as he did. He was unsettled by the different facial structures he felt from it.

Now that the initial pain from it had passed he was sure that he had seen it before, even if he couldn’t place it. He was more focused on how his hands rubbed against his face. The feeling about it was different. The lack of facial hair and the new structure, was to interesting not to try and get the feel off.

“Why do I feel like I have seen this face before?” Miguel muttered to himself. The more he stared at the face the more sure that he was that he had seen it.

His light brown hair started to darken. His hair that he had kept a fine appearance for cleaning up. A new silkier shine appeared in his changing mane of hair. He couldn’t help but run his hand through it. It was gradually becoming softer, and smoother. It was almost addicting how soft his hair was becoming. He shuddered again as if someone was running thir hands down his body, their nails slightly trailing down his body. His hair finished growing longer when it became a short neat inky black haircut that framed his whole face.

“Ok this is weird but I’m not complaining about this yet,” Miguel admitted as he continued to admire his hair. Sure the change might not be pleasant, but that didn’t mean that it was bad. It just took some getting used to.

Miguel looked back at the mirror, wondering how it all went together. He jolted again when he saw his new look and was surprised now by who he saw in the mirror.

“Wait Mikasa?” The young man said in awe. He had Mikasa’s face.

With the new current hairstyle that he had along with this face, it all fit perfectly in his hed. He knew without a donut that it was his or hers. His gut and mind were in perfect agreement that this was who it was.

“Why do I have her face? How did I get her face?” Miguel questioned.

Suddenly his legs felt as if he was trying to trudge through the water. He looked down at his legs and his toes moved as they let out low pops as they shrunk. His feet got smaller with every second losing centimeter after centimeter until he was left with perfectly trimmed toenails and dainty womanly feet.

It continued up the rest of his legs and Miguel watched eagerly as his lower legs morphed. The back of his calves tightened around his body and he groaned as the change there happened. He moved his leg around and was amazed by the lack of movement there. There was only a slight bit of movement there.

A full-blown grin formed on Miguel's face as his thighs swelled up like loaves of bread in the oven. His lounge shorts did nothing to hide the changes to his relief, but even so he hiked them up so that he could see everything that was happening. The more his thighs ballooned the more a delightful curve filled. Miguel pressed down on them with his fingers and shuddered with childish glee at the small little pleasurable bolts that went through him like thunderbolts. Miguel continued to press down on them, as they grew.

Miguel’s growing thighs pressed down on the sides of his dick making him wince as they continued to do so. With every second that passed more pressure was applied on his hard rod making him wince as the blush on his face deepened. He shimmied in place and the womanly thighs he had now did nothing to stop the pleasure that was coming from it. He slowly ramped up the pace of his squirms enjoying what was happening down there as his thighs further closed in on his fifth limb. It was like his thighs were trying to crush his dick between them. He licked his hips and breathed haphazardly through his nose.

His thighs growth came to an end and he was left with strong toned thighs, that completed the change to his legs.

Miguel frowned, disappointed that it was over already.

“Couldn’t have lasted a little longer?”

Sure it might have been a little uncomfortable but he could have spread his legs for a bit and savor what was happening there.

Miguel brought his legs up and ran his hand down them. He admired the new muscle that he had down there. Yet despite the muscle that he had there, there was still a soft plushness down there. He hadn’t been much of a leg man, simply liking the thighs and everything that they had to offer the world, even so he found the new ones that he was sporting absolutely tantalizing.

If the rest of the transformation was going to be like this, then he had little reason to complain. Why should he when something pleasant was happening that was making him feel good?

A loud snap filled the room, and if the young man wasn’t on the couch exploring his form he knew that he would have fallen to the ground. He watched as his hips pushed as if they are rubber being stretched out by someone. Their sudden spurt came to an end and Miguel was left with a somewhat curvy lower frame that would make a good basis for the foundation of the womanly figure that he was sure that he would have eventually.

Miguel forced himself off the couch to stand up, momentarily wincing from the pain that erupted from there. After it passed, he took several steps around the room, paying close attention to how his body was moving now. There was a noticeable sway in his lower body. It wasn’t bad, but it as noticable. He tried to stop rolling his hips around, but all he did was reduce how much they swayed side to side. Not that he was complaining.

“Her hips weren’t her most prominent thing anyway,” Miguel muttered, not bothered at all by the recent change to his figure.

The same warm comforting heat that came over his legs suddenly enveloped his arms. The nails that he had only gave a moment's thought for cleanliness refined. The uneven edges from him picking at it and biting them to make them smaller

He flexed his finger with a cool smile, admiring how much smaller they were. He could already imagine a variety of uses gkr these smaller digits, all of them hood in his mind. His wrist let out a low pop as they changed in one quick motion making him grin.

The flab that he had on his forearms reduced, tightening just as his legs had with refined muscle. The changing boy prodded the altering arms and was amazed by the power that they now had. He hadn’t put much effort into trying to stay in shape, but he wouldn’t be called fat by any means. If h was changing and gaining the same amount of strength that his legs had then he was all for it. His biceps grew just a smidge larger as they refined, and yet they slimmed down just as his legs had. It was as if all of the fat had been cooked into a hard slab of meat. His shoulders let out a low crack as they lost some of their width, earning a sigh of relief from the transitioning young man.

Miguel’s smile grew at the comforting sensations that went through his back. It was as if a professional masseuse had worked her magical fingers on him, giving him the respite that he needed. He rolled his shoulders again and enjoyed how the muscles there breathed and rolled. As he did he studied the muscles in his arm and licked his lips.

“Damn I knew that Mikasa would be jacked because of those abs, but her arms are just as fine,” Miguel muttered. He stared at the arms and then flexed them and licked his lips at the hardened muscle that revealed itself. He was sure that if he had posted a few pics of these arms people would think that they belonged to a fitness model. He flexed his arm and preened positively at the ball of muscle that was there. Muscles weren't the main attraction for him, but he could see the appeal off a fit body.

“With these arms and legs I’m sure that I’m going to get a lot of attention, but what’s next?” Miguel wondered. He wasn’t sure which he would have preferred if he was honest. Getting her abs sounded appealing and would have helped complete the set of muscles that helped make Mikasa a popular bae for many. The thought of getting her breasts, butt, or her special garden was strange, but he wasn’t against it.

A pressure formed on his gut that made him wince for a moment before it suddenly passed, but that moment was all he needed to know what would happen next. The somewhat flabby stomach that he had started to recede, making him grin and shimmey in place as it did. There wasn’t much there. Miguel took off his shirt so that he could see it change with impunity. He was half tempted to record it, but the thought of missing any of it was enough to make him pause. As much as it may bite him in the ass later, his attention was solely focused on the new body he was getting.

The shadow of abs formed there and he let out a squeal as they became more apparent. He bit his lip, refusing to touch them until they had finished forming. They kept getting more refined and noticeable, until he had the prized abs that had drawn the attention of many Mikasa fans. Miguel licked his lips, wondering if he had a block of cheese around here or something so that he could see if they were able to grate cheese on them. The moment they finished he eagerly touched them as if this would be the last thing that he would get to do before he left this world.

“Oh hell yeah!” Miguel said as he continued to poke and prod them, wishing that he would be able to press his face against them.

Miguel’s admiration came to an end as heat erupted through his body and blood rushed down below.

His dick was harder and more sensitive then it had ever been before. The fabric of his pants felt like someone was scratching their nails against it. Sweat quickly formed on his body and he bit his lips. Pressure formed down there and it suddenly felt like someone was cupping his balls and rod the message from the force grew as the next part of the transformation happened.

The moment they slipped inside of them he could feel a new opening form down there that was surrounded by new folds. All of the strength that she had was gone and she lounged on her couch, catching her breath.

“Holy shit…that was something,” Miguel panted tiredly, almost wishing that she could go through it again. If she could feel like that if she played with her new equipment then that might be enough reason for her to stay as a girl if there was a reason to change back.

The young woman quickly took stock of what was left before she had everything that would make her a woman. All that was left was for her boobs and butt to come in then she would be Mikasa Ackerman in her entirety.

“Now then which is going to come in first? Tits or ass?” Miguel muttered eagerly. She almost couldn’t wait to see which one it would be first. Both were just as enticing and no matter which it was she knew that she would have a grand time with them.

Miguel’s ass tingled as if it had fallen asleep. She gulped and breathed through her nose as best she could, trying to keep some vain semblance of control.

Without any hesitation, she placed her hands on her cheeks and squeezed them. Her butt cheeks gave in easily to her fingers, the ass flesh bouncing slightly. She rolled her cheeks and could feel them ripple as they did. Miguel continued to say her lower body and with every bounce of her ass, there was less every time. She flicked her fingers against her buttocks and felt more muscle there as her buttocks continued to refine. Her fingers continued to dig a little less every time and the buds of pleasure only continued to grow stronger.

To her horror, her hind quarter’s growth was starting to slow and Miguel continued to fondle her rear as much as she could. It was a little rougher then she would have liked, but now she was on the clock and wouldn’t waste this. It finished changing when she was left with a strong tight toned ass. Despite the toned nature of her rear end it was still quite large and easily noticeable.

“Hot damn, maybe I should quit my job and become a fitness model or something,” Miguel muttered.

If her butt was in something like a pair of spats or short shorts the power that was in her rear end would be even more noticeable and ending. She was sure that she would be able to wrap anyone that she wanted around her finger and get them to do what she wanted.

“Could kill a man with an ass this fine,” Miguel commented as she continued to play with herself, the heat in her body building like a bomb about to go off.

With its size, she could imagine that a man getting sat on with her new booty would praise the gods and be grateful that this was how they went out. She couldn’t help but be happy or that this power bottom was hers. It was going to get attention wherever she went, and even more fun to play with.

Miguel gasped as the same heat that assaulted her rear end suddenly appeared on her chest. She looked down at her chest and squealed gleefully as her nipples were growing larger, the areola expanding, and her nipples becoming more refined. The former boy placed her hands on her nipples. Her nipples swelled in her hand, and it was as if she had been jerking herself off. She held back a horny moan as she pulled and teased them, moving them around as if they were a video game controller. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything else. Everything about them was just so explicitly filling that she knew trying to stop herself would be nothing short of a miracle.

The heat that was pooling in her core continued to grow. She was so close to getting a release like she never had before. She needed more. To know what it would be like when she finally reached that climax. She stared at her enlarged nipples as if she had just been given the holy grail. She licked her lips and began her work.

She didn't know what it would be like but the curiosity of experiencing a female orgasm was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she couldn’t afford to pass up on.

The next part would be where the fun truly begin. She kept rubbing her chest, eagerly waiting for the next part of what would happen next. Her toes curled in eager anticipation and her heart sped as she licked her lips hungrily.

After all, if her nipples were bigger then that just meant that she had to get some padding down there now. Mikasa Ackerman wasn’t a girl with a flat chest, especially with how the manga and anime panels were down.

“Hope I’m a bit more on the anime side,” Miguel groaned.

She grinned like a loon when her chest pushed out and increased the rate of her groping.

“Yeah, there we go! This is something else!” Miguel cried gleefully. Even her butt didn’t make her feel this good.

She hungrily rubbed her swelling chest, licking her lips naughtily as she did. It was like rising dough in the palm of her hands that continued to become firmer. More erotic sensations coursed through that multiplied as the girth of her bosom did. She needed more to know how else she could make her breasts feel.

Another round of juices went down her legs at the pleasing burst that went through her body. Whenever she thought that she had reached the height of pleasure she felt another plateau as if it was trying to prove her wrong. Not that she was complaining mind you. It made the perfect bliss that she was feeling right now all the better.

The young woman refused to let them go, not while they were still growing. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up on and she refused to do so now. The more her bust grew the more complete she felt. If this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she got to feel boobs growing like this then she would take full advantage of it.

Her bosom finally finished growing when it became an enticing C-cup that fit perfectly in the palm of her hands. It was getting too much for her to bear and she was forced to let them go. She tiredly let go of them and watched the firm orange-sized breasts rest on her chest.

Miguel laid there covered in her own sweat and juices. Her body was on fire. Her mind was still labored and unable to fully process. It focused more on her body’s reactions and what she was feeling. Her hand moved again on its own and massaged her nipple, making her moan again as she teased it.

She didn’t know how long this would last, or if it was permanent, but right now she had bigger things on her mind. Like exploring this body nice and getting a feel for it. It wasn’t often that a person got to explore one of their premier waifu’s bodies and he was in the perfect position to do so. She licked her lips in eager anticipation, wondering how else she could make this body roar.