This begins what I had originally thought of as "Book 2" of Under Pressure. As a result, the beginning will have a few details that are a bit obvious to people who have come this far already.
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It was cold outside the apartment building. We had our coats on despite the short time out there, the children getting into a taxi to go back to the airport and return to their lives. The time together had been great, we made many more memories. One of them even complimented Lucy and I on whatever workout routine we had been using, since it was working.
Oh, if only she knew, and I was not about to tell her.
Lucy and I had been very restrained during their stay. Our sex life had been rekindled in the past month and then boosted into the stratosphere, but having our three kids over (though the one who had a Plus One got a hotel room) put a real damper on it. Why, Lucy barely ever got into her alternate forms, and even then only fully human ones. After those secret massages I had given her, though, staying normal was putting a strain on her, and she was getting hungry.
Yeah, hungry. While she could eat food, her favorite sustenance was feeding upon my lust and sex. She had barely gotten one or two orgasms out of me a day for a week, and that just wouldn't do. We were barely into the hallway of the building before we took off sprinting back to our apartment, and she was starting to grow. Her legs lengthened, gaining power and definition. Her hair lost all traces of gray, cascading down her back in golden waves as her jacket's hem crept up past her expanding ass. Her laughs changed, going from "cute" to the kind of sexy that bypassed the brain and went straight to the balls.
We got in our door without anyone else seeing, and her clothes practically flew off of her as she let herself come to her full form. Her breasts went from cute to sizeable to absolutely enormous, defying almost all influence gravity attempted to exert as they climbed their way through the alphabet. Her face took on a supermodel look, then well past it, until one look at it would have had me rail-hard if I wasn't there already. The muscles I had seen developing continued all over her, impossibly firm and soft at the same time. At the end, seconds later, dimly glowing blue tattoos sprung up across her body, connecting the twenty-one pressure points I had used to give her this transformation and a flowing heart design over her womb.
"I have been far too patient this week, lover, and I am starving. I need you."
I had been shedding my own clothing as quickly as I could, though without her supernatural speed. My own body was much improved from being with her, all smooth muscle and power combined with a penis that would now put me near or at the largest in the world, with a glowing blue ring of my own around its base
As soon as it was free, my wife practically dove onto it mouth-first, taking more than a foot straight down her throat and sucking like her life depended on it. The sensations were incredible as she did things I'm fairly sure nobody else could, her tongue working my length and her throat constricting and milking it with the same dexterity as her hand would have. I was almost as pent up as she was, losing control and cumming within a couple of minutes. Not that I was interested in holding back, as I came her muffled moans got more and more intense as she joined me in ecstasy. The lines of power on her body glowed a bit brighter, and she smiled broadly (quite the trick considering she still had a foot of dick down her throat). She pulled back, let me out of her mouth, licked her lips, and looked me straight in the eye again. "That was a good appetizer, but we are not done. Round two will be on our bed." She got up, under control once more, and shifted herself back to what I had begun to affectionately call her Friday Form. "Merely" six and a half feet of fitness model perfection, with flawless skin and mighty H cups on her chest that could (and had, more than once) convince girls they were bi-curious after all or throw a restaurant into chaos without needing to be fully exposed.
Gravity took some of its hold back on her, and the supernaturally glowing lines disappeared. This did not mean that the hypnotic cycle of a butt that looked like it was the result of ten million squats was any less powerful, nor that it couldn't bring me back to full hardness in seconds despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.
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It was in that form that she rode me into our bed. We made love this time, it was more than just lust. We took our time, resisting the urge to push forward and finish. I made sure to twist and angle us for maximum pleasure, making my ultra-sensitive wife cum screaming several times along the way. Even so, eventually we both knew that it was time to put the icing on the cake. I was ready to burst, ready to shoot a gigantic load deep into her, to give her what would be her fourth or fifth orgasm of the night, when something unexpected happened.
The doorbell rang. Several times, rapidly. Someone was in a hurry to get our attention.
Lucy reacted quickly, looking in the direction of the front door. Nobody who would come calling to our door needed to see her in that sexified form, so she immediately shifted again to the same one she wore around the kids. There was just one problem with this idea. Specifically, that form was not designed to take a foot of cock balls-deep. The sensations of our lovemaking suddenly went from near the very peaks of pleasure to feeling like I was caught in a vice. I know some people might like that, but I'm not one of them.
The doorbell kept ringing, sounding frantic. Lucy heard my involuntary grunt of pain and immediately tried to jump off of me. This, unfortunately, did not result in her popping off of me. Rather, it resulted in her (normally delicious) pussy
pulling me with her by the dick
. My grunt turned into a half-suppressed but anguished scream. She realized what she had done in about half a second, but that was more than long enough for me. Lucy shifted back to the form she had been enjoying a few moments prior, which released me enough to slip out of her. She dove into the closet to get a night robe, I pulled on underwear and pajamas in remarkably fast time considering which sensations I was having to ignore to do so.
Well, no worries about greeting whomever needed to see us so badly with a boner. It was gone and forgotten.
Given that her robe was much easier to put on, and given that she was just so much faster than me now anyway, Lucy got to the door first. Even got it halfway open before she realized one critical detail: she was still in the amazing Friday Form after letting me go. Her reaction would probably have been much funnier if the situation hadn't been so serious, she literally dove to the left, behind the opening door, to get into the coat closet there. Once she was no longer between me and the door, I could finally see who had been so desperate to get our attention.
Standing there, reaching for the doorbell yet again, was a petite young woman wearing a thick coat against the cold outside. One whom I recognized, though we had not much interacted before, as a member of Lucy's monthly book club. Asian in feature, with dark hair and eyes and a dusky skin tone that suggested a Southeast origin. Her hair was long enough to get to her mid-back, though I could not see it well as it was pulled back. Lilly, that was her name.
"Lilly? What brings..." I noticed something important then. Her other hand was resting on a suitcase. "... come in, come in! Lucy, your friend Lilly from the book club is here." Lucy came back around the corner, wearing the same but now much larger looking night robe as she wore a face and form more familiar to our visitor as she stepped in the door and I stepped out of the way.
