Wife Swap - Getting Your Cummuppance.

 Just another older panel comic getting an AI brush up. I've done a few of these "wife swap" type comics and may possibly make it into a series.

Candace knelt on the cold kitchen floor again, her delicate knees aching against the hard tiles as Jak’s heavy, muscled form loomed above her. The snow leopard’s fingers idly stroked her long, floppy ears, his casual arrogance grating on her last nerve. She moved mechanically, her mouth working around him as though on autopilot while Jak leaned back, groaning with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, that maddening grin spreading across his face as he released into her mouth yet again.

Candace swallowed out of habit, bitterness lingering on her tongue as Jak turned away, already pulling his boxers up. He was done—sated and self-satisfied, utterly oblivious to the resentful simmer in his wife’s chest.

As he disappeared down the hallway, Candace wiped her lips with the back of her hand and scowled. “I wish you could understand what this feels like, Jak,” she muttered bitterly to the empty room. “Maybe then you’d stop treating me like your personal blowjob machine.”

She hadn’t meant for anything to happen. It was just an idle thought—an exhausted wife’s bitter sarcasm murmured into the empty kitchen. But something, somewhere, listened.

Candace woke to an alien weight between her legs, a pulsing warmth that sent a sharp jolt of awareness up her spine. Her eyes flew open, and as she threw off the sheets, she froze, staring in disbelief. Her body—her body—was not her own. Broad shoulders, a firm chest, muscular arms, and between her legs…

“Oh.” Her voice was deep—deep and smooth. She blinked, chest swelling with an unfamiliar surge of power.

Beside her, Jak stirred. Candace turned to see her husband… and laughed. The hulking, dominant snow leopard was gone. In his place lay something smaller, softer—a delicate snow leopard woman. Jak’s long white hair tumbled down her shoulders, and her spotted fur clung to a curvier, undeniably feminine shape.

Jak’s soft groan turned into a gasp as she sat up, clutching her chest in horror. Her fingers sank into the sensitive softness of her new breasts, her wide eyes darting to Candace.

“What the—?!” Jak’s voice was high and tremulous, her panic unmistakable. She scrambled back against the headboard, the sheets slipping to reveal her small, lithe figure—a figure so at odds with the man Jak had been.

Candace loomed over her, a wolfish grin spreading across her new, masculine face. “Well, well, Jaklyn,” she purred, reveling in the name. “Looks like you’re finally going to understand.”

Jak’s jaw quivered, the soft roundness of her face contorting in disbelief. “Fix this,” she snapped, her voice faltering. “You can’t—”

“Oh, but I can,” Candace said, stepping closer. She watched with wicked satisfaction as Jak’s shoulders curled inward, her tail curling instinctively over her bare thighs. “Come on, Jaklyn. Isn’t this what you always wanted from me? On your knees.”

Candace pulled Jak upright. He stumbled on trembling legs, so unfamiliar, and gasped as her broad hands cupped his face.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Candace murmured. “It’s only fair, don’t you think? Down girl."

“I-I won’t—” Jak began, but the command crawled into his new mind like vines. His knees bent of their own accord. Jak sank to the floor before Candace, his face flushed hot as he knelt between his bunny husband’s powerful legs.

Candace’s cock throbbed in front of him, slick at the tip. Jak stared at it in horror, his body trembling. It smelled different than he remembered—heady and earthy, flooding his senses. His lips parted involuntarily, his tongue running along his teeth, as if his body knew what to do.

“No. Oh no, no—Candace, please, I can’t—”

“You can,” Candace said smugly, gripping the back of Jak’s head. “You will. Just like you made me do.”

Jak’s heart pounded. He tried to turn away, but the heat burning in his chest, in his gut, wouldn’t let him stop. Feminine need tingled through his core, growing sharper, hungrier. He hated how it felt—like his body wasn’t his anymore, a slave to some primal submissive instinct.

“Open wide,” Candace whispered.

Jak whimpered as his lips were forced around the thick tip. The taste—earthy, salty, and male—coated his tongue. His cheeks flushed, shame pooling hot beneath his skin. He gagged lightly as Candace pushed deeper, stretching his jaw to accommodate her girth.

“You’re a natural, wife,” Candace teased, her voice dripping with cruel affection. Jak choked at the word—“wife.”

The heat in Jak’s belly swelled into something unbearable, a deep throb between his legs where his manhood used to be. His body betrayed him, slickness pooling in that alien emptiness, his thighs rubbing together instinctively. Each pulse of Candace’s cock in his mouth sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through his trembling frame.

Jak’s soft lips glided along the shaft, sucking involuntarily. He could feel Candace’s cock twitch, filling his mouth further as his bunny husband groaned in approval. Tears burned in his eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to feel. His body hummed with need—a need he’d never known, never wanted.

Candace’s hand tightened in Jak’s hair. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it.”

The thrusts grew deeper. Jak gagged again, helpless, as his mouth wrapped fully around Candace’s length. The warmth of her cock pulsed against his tongue. The sound of wet suction filled the air, each motion pushing Jak further into humiliating submission.

Then it came.

Candace groaned, her hips pressing forward as she spilled inside Jak’s mouth. The thick, salty heat hit his tongue like a flood, earthy and bitter, so familiar yet so foreign. Jak’s eyes widened as he instinctively swallowed—once, twice, three times—until his throat burned. His cheeks flushed impossibly red, tears spilling down his face as he drank every last drop.

“Perfect,” Candace murmured. “Such a good little wife.”

Jak slumped back, his lips slick with residue, his chest heaving. He trembled all over, his body alight with foreign, overwhelming sensation. The warmth between his legs throbbed uncontrollably, shameful and unbearable.

“No… Candace, please…” Jak whimpered.

Candace crouched down, stroking Jak’s tear-streaked cheek. Her smile was soft, mockingly sweet. “You know… I finally get it.”

Jak blinked up at her, terrified.

“I see what you enjoyed about getting sucked off every night. It’s nice having someone so obedient, so submissive,” Candace said, brushing her thumb over Jak’s swollen lips. “I think I’ll keep things this way. Forever.”

Jak’s heart dropped. His mouth trembled open, but no words came. Candace leaned closer, whispering into his ear:

“Now be a good girl and say it, my little wife. Say you love me.”

Jak’s voice caught in his throat, but the pulse of arousal in his gut forced his lips to move.

“I… I love you,” he whispered shakily.

Candace smiled wide, pressing a kiss to Jak’s forehead. “Good girl. We’re going to have so much fun.”

Jak shivered..