#werebreedervirus

It was a bit of a surprise, really. The smell really made my mouth water. And I actually wanted to eat it. Huh.

Transformation-time was a time of new experiences. Apparently.

Come to think of it… I had never eaten when I was transformed. Too distracted by… other things. The dissertation hadn’t said anything about food-sensitivity, but hey, everyone was different.

When I finally – after another sniff – took a mouthful, my eyebrows shot up: “Mh!”

I was honestly surprised how good this was.

I made sure to properly clean the spoon with my tongue.

There were spicier parts sometimes, it was a nice, prickly feeling on my tongue.

It was also delightfully rich in flavour. All kinds pleasantly mixed together.

I ended up turning the spoon and slowly pulling in out of my mouth, making sure I properly cleaned it.

I even closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, Henoch was looking at me, with surprise in his eyes. He stared.

This did not change for the next twenty seconds, so I tilted my head and smiled: “It’s really delicious, how is yours?”

He actually blushed slightly when he awakened from his staring and said: “I’m sure it’s great. I… didn’t try. Yet,” which was a little different from usual, admittedly. His plate was first to get plundered at any point in time. And he visibly enjoyed his food, then.

Was there reason to worry?

…

Apparently not all that much. He did start to eat. In a somewhat shovelling way.

And I, for once, ate slower than him. Closing me eyes to enjoy the texture and flavour. Mixing a bit with the spices Gabrielle sent with the portions, too. It was quite an experience.

One I did not expect.

I took my time… slowly savouring the food. Just a little bit of water to flush it down. Didn’t want any additional tastes.

When I looked up again, he still looked at me. Eating, but still looking at me. Slightly blushing.

I looked him in the eye the next time I licked the spoon. He concentrated on the spoon.

Oh.

A side effect of Gabrielle and Henoch coming over from time to time is that I could actually warm up food.

And a microwave. They had wrestled me into submission with that.

…

In this moment I really wished that it was only my special state that made me connect wrestling with something more sexual than it already was. I sincerely hoped no one else had to suffer through this, since… it was somewhat annoying. Seeing innuendos or sex-connected objects everywhere. It was distracting.

Thankfully, I could shake it off.

At least right now.

It was Henoch’s fault.

The water felt good.

Calmed my nerves a little.

And my legs.

I had probably… babbled on the way to the bathroom.

Because I was not sure what to think about what just happened.

Raphael was… different-attractive, like this.

I had stared at the skirt waving from side to side, clinging to her butt.

And had tried not to cling to the thought that I was… in her just about a minute earlier.

After a stretch, I rubbed my head.

I did feel better. A lot better.

It was a little bit like a fog clearing in my head.

Not… really, but…

I involuntarily clenched around him.

… I did feel a lot more… aware of this. Than… well, not than usual.

Usually, I was not equipped with a vagina, so… this was different.

It was a nice feeling.

A good feeling, but it…

It was distracting.

So, I got up.

I tried to do that in a normal, dignified way.

But – as it should be expected – I was somewhat shaky in my attempt.

And the sudden loss of his… girth… was something I could feel. And my body protested, with something like a feeling of loss.

It was strange, really.

This body probably reacted like any human reacted to sex, simply… enhanced.

Made more sense, then. That Henoch and Gabe liked it so much at any time.

I rubbed my head again, Henoch seemed to have some trouble readjusting as well, but… less so.

Because he already looked at me, a little disbelieving. And shocked.

And I was almost sure he had answered me.

Would have been be good to listen. Ah well.

For now, I smiled a little and reached out a hand to him: “This is a strange… state, come on, let’s get you cleaned up”

He did reach for my hand, before he noticed, that he was not entirely decent.

After righting this wrong – I noticed I was staring, and involuntarily smiling, too, a strange experience – he grabbed it and let himself be pulled up.

Thankfully, also a bit wobbly on his legs.

I did have my strength, still.

I shoved him into bathroom while he was still not sure what to say, and likely too embarrassed. A shower would do him good.

“Clear your head, take a shower, you know where the towels are, I’ll bring you clothes, alright?”

He nodded. Still a little wobbly. And disappeared in the bathroom.

I rang the door.

And held up the food, because I felt like I should bring… something? And food was good. And useful. And… I was nervous again.

But I had rung, and she would be the host, so for the next few minutes, I didn’t need to worry too much.

When the door opened, I smiled as nicely and convincingly as possible. Which probably wasn’t much, since I closed my eyes to spare me the embarrassment for a moment longer.

A moment later, I learned this was a mistake.

For the general understanding of the situation.

Because I noticed the bag got taken out of my hand and my other hand got grabbed to pull me in with some urgency.

So I was faced with a familiar corridor and no one in front of me, because Raphael apparently had moved past me to-

I felt my jacket slipping off my shoulders and turned to the movement.

Here I saw the silver head of hair I knew, but it was further down in the height-area. Raphael was smaller than usual. And… now putting my jacket on the wardrobe, before grabbing my necktie and-

“MNH!,” she was kissing me.

She. Very much she. The body now pressed against me was very much female.  

I held my hands up, and tried to escape backwards, which ended… against a wall. A very solid wall.

Was caught between a wall and a… very, very soft place and-

When I finally got the idea to get away by simply righting myself – she was smaller, after all – I noticed her hand around my necktie.

She did let up, though. And I could look into Raphael’s green eyes. Those were familiar. Unlike their expression. Because there was a want in those eyes.

And I blushed.

Very different. This.

She moved her body against mine and my hands lowered, which she took as an allowance to… kiss me again, a little less forceful. Moved her lips against mine, and her hand went from my tie to my hair, still very insistent.

But I could work with that. Could put my own hands on… her. Her body. Her hips. Shoulder. Slow this down, get her to calm down.

And while her fingers buried themselves into my hair and she slipped her tongue into my mouth when she rubbed herself especially insistent against me and I couldn’t help but gasp, I made soothing motions on Raphael’s much, much curvier form.

Let them run calmly from below her chest down to her waist and her hipbones in one smooth line. Could put my thumbs on her hipbones feel them through the light dress, could run them further to her ass and… squeeze and-

She took that moment to jump me. And grind her hips against mine. And that’s when I slid down the wall behind me, ending with a Raphael in my lap.

I openly stared at her. Because now she towered slightly over me, knees on both sides of my hips and… ground down into them.

She smiled, delighted, when I almost squeaked.

There were more kisses, she leaned down, still cradling my head.

My hands wanted to resume the calming motions… until I heard a clink-ing sound.

And my pants got tighter.

Before there was a sliding sound.

And a hard thud when my belt hit another wall.

I maybe was too okay with this development. I felt my cheeks burning and whined when she palmed me through my pants.

Which earned me another kiss, underlined be a zipper-noise.

And then I simply moaned in her mouth, because I felt a hand squeeze around my dick.

It also moved.

While she was licking into my mouth.

My whole body twitched when she rubbed her thumb over the head. And she sat up, after a last peck on my lips.

Licking her lips, she grabbed it a little more firmly and… moved her hips over it, rubbing against…

I… might have groaned at that.

My hands were already on her. And I squeezed something soft, squeezed and grabbed.

After a few more rubs, everything became… very warm. Tight. Slippery.

She moaned, rolled her hips. And I could feel it.

This. Feel her tightening around me.

And then she put a hand on my shoulder.

And started moving. Moved her hips.

Gasped when she got back down.

‘got to be inside again.

I got to feel her and-

My head was spinning.

My hips jerked involuntarily.

Her breast was round and nice and firm, in that dress.

Squeezing her butt made her change her angle, make her moan more sweetly.

I pinched her nipple, her breath hitched a second.

We continued in rhythm, hips meeting, her hand tightening on my shoulder.

She cried out, arm giving out. Her forehead fell on my shoulder.

And her insides *squeezed* around me.

I came.

A strange, prolonged feeling, being squeezed and milked and kept.

While she breathed on top of me, dress hiked up, my hand in the V-neck of it.

She turned her head slightly and nuzzled against my throat: “… hey, Henoch… glad to have you”

I stretched out my legs, letting go of the tension, regaining my breath.

She sounded satisfied and settled for pressing herself completely against me, trapping my hand.

So, apparently, the ‚pillow room‘  was all set up.

Gabe prepared the food, handed it to me, kissed me good bye and then winked at me, saying ‘Give me a good show’. And that Raph should be on top for her. At least once.

My fiancée is a wonderful person, really, but sometimes I was concerned about her idea of a healthy sex life. After all, she sent me to have sex with our friend with benefits alone this time.

And since this friend was female right now, this might be a strange occurrence? It certainly was new and… while I agreed, I was not yet sure how to react? How I would react in general?

But well.

He had come to think of it as the 'time of the month'. Like so many women did, with a different inconveniencing condition they had to suffer through. His own was more and less convenient at the same time Less because he was only afflicted at night and could do his daily business unhindered. More because it changing your very own bone structure twice daily and being in an altered mental state during the night is both painful and terribly un-ignorable.