Life, being life, managed to settle into a kind of routine despite its oddities. I would go to work, Lucy and Lilly would spend time together taking care of minor things or just chatting or knitting or reading. Lilly needed it, badly. There were still moments almost every day, though getting fewer, when she would be in the middle of something and just break down, my wife was always there to catch her and give what comfort she could.
Given her supernatural skill at reading people, this was a lot.
I would come home, we'd have dinner. Lilly had a degree, but a Political Science and Business Admin double-major wasn't helping much when Lucy and I would grade papers with terms like "object class" and "registry values" on them. Still pleasant to be around and with, though.
In the evening, we would go to bed, Lilly to the guest room that she had made her own. Lucy would "unclench", as she liked to put it, taking on a more natural form to her and ravishing me with a hungry will to keep herself going. Not that I was complaining. This went double after one particular evening, after we had our fun (in this case, involving her shapeshifting into a celebrity that I USED to think was one of the hotter ones on earth) and we were settling in for the night. I looked at her, she had her phone out and was looking with furrowed brows at a website that I was familiar with. "Love, can you tell me what the slang here means? I picked this place because it is really good for staying anonymous, but I can't tell what exactly they're saying."
Given the website, I couldn't blame her. Only reason I could tell was because I made a conscious effort to stay current, in order to better communicate with the kinds of students that would be coming through scripting and programming classes. In this case, the picture she posted was of the one she preferred to make love to me in, the same one Lilly caught that brief glimpse of. She was clothed in this particular picture, not that it looked like it was stopping anyone. At least a dozen people had responded to her directly, begging for where she got the picture and who it was, thanking her for putting it there, or similar. One accused her of manipulating the picture, which I knew was quite real. I had taken it myself.
"If you were trying to get a sense for enthusiasm, you found it. If you tell these guys you have nudes to post and put them over in an appropriate board, you might break the site."
Her eyebrows rose. I sighed. Despite me telling her many times, and despite her acknowledging it, she still had spent less than two months in her transformed state after more than forty as her old self. She was not used to being the object of attention, desire, and lust, no matter how good she was at it. After a moment, she started getting visibly excited. "You mean... it's not just people who see me in person? Everyone finds me that sexy?" I could literally smell her getting aroused again.
"Love, three of them are specifically asking for links to sites that people sell nudes on. They'd throw bank accounts at you for bikini pics at this rate, much less full nudes or videos. Now, we need to sleep, and you're too excited to get there. My turn to do you a favor for once." I wiggled down under our sheets to find her distinct arousal and dove in tongue first, tasting her sweetness and making it challenging for her to be the quiet one this time.
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I really should have known that it would not stay that simple. We started, tentatively and carefully, putting up some pictures of her for sale in a couple of places, her breath quickening each time. "I can tell... there is a spike of lust in this building within a few hours whenever we do a new one. At least a few people from around here are looking at those pictures every time."
"Still no nudes yet, the most was a bikini. Imagine what it'll be like once you're ready to do that!"
"Like I told them, nothing online until I get enough of them paying. Nice little supplement we have going, though."
It certainly was. She barely had enough pictures up to fill one page of display, and if rates held up she'd make more than me this year. Not that I minded, again, I was the one who actually got to have sex with her regularly. It only took a couple of weeks for her to get to the point of posting a nude picture online (as predicted, this made her followers go crazy), which excited her enough that even she seemed desperate that night. It took me more than an hour to sate her hunger for me.
Again, not complaining.
I didn't even complain when she asked me to join her, wearing a mask. I took the pictures as she rode me, struggling to stay composed enough to do so, and her little enterprise exploded when she did. Comments generally acknowledged that OF COURSE her boytoy would be packing overwhelming heat. I just grinned, knowing that she was the one who had given it to me as an odd part of her own transformation.
How does this make things complicated? Well, on a Saturday morning after a couple of weeks of this, I had slipped over to the bathroom. As was my usual habit recently, pajamas weren't a thought in my mind overnight. The better to snuggle up to Lucy with. My mind wasn't really in the present, and I left that bathroom looking forward to nothing more than going back to sleep with my wife. The thought of her, the thought of snuggling into those breasts and feeling her, the thought of what she'd want to do in a few hours' time as we woke up, had me at more than half mast as I was stepping out.
Which meant that, as Lilly wanted to get IN unbeknownst to me until that point, she got a very large eyeful of my own enhanced proportions. She couldn't help looking down at my enormous member with its distinct blue ring near the base, matching the lines of power on my wife. With an "eep!", she ran off back to the guest room. I sighed, thinking slowly that I should probably tell Lucy about this, when she came back. I was somewhat used to this reaction from girls Lucy seduced, but it was not lust in Lilly's eyes. It was direct fury. She had her phone in her hand, the picture not entirely clear from this angle but familiar to me. It was one I had taken of my wife, in her sexy form, mounted on me and obviously enthusiastic about it.
"Lilly, I..."
CRACK!
Her right hand came across my face. For someone who was right about five-nothing and a hundred pounds soaking wet, though, she could put some serious power into that. My head jerked to the side, my ears ringing, as I could hear her start to yell for Lucy to come out there.
This might be awkward.
My wife showed up very quickly, expecting some minor embarrassment. At worst, the possibility that I had tried to flirt with Lilly. She came out in a bathrobe, otherwise wearing nothing but her public face. It took her half a second to notice my nude state and Lilly's obvious anger. It took her the other half of that first second to notice the picture that was on the screen of Lilly's phone, though that was hastened by the fact that Lilly was practically shoving it in her face, accusingly pointing at me as her words started to come back into focus.
