"Why?" Jim pleaded to Sharon. "Why did you turn me into your twin?" Jim asked as his hands explored his new body. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"So having my body is a punishment?" Sharon asked in perturbed tone.
Sensing he fucked up Jim began to back pedal. "No that's... That's not what I meant... I.. I just didn't know why." Jim stumbled over his words as Sharon glared at him. "I just didn't know why you... Why you made me into your twin..." Sharon continued to glare making Jim feel even more panicked. "I mean. I... I'm just not used... To you know..." Jim's hands groped around his body. "Like all of this... I'm used to being a dude... I'm not used to having long hair... Or big boobs..."
Sharon raised her eyebrow. "Big boobs? They are big boobs now?"
Jim gulped. "Um... Yes..."
"That's weird because you never seemed to think that before." Jim began to say something, but Sharon shushed him. "You always seemed to act like my breasts were small. If fact I distinctly remember you drunkenly telling me that I should get a boob job. Because quote, what guy doesn't want to play with a big pair of mommy milkers." Jim's eyes went wide as he remembered that drunken night. "So these C-cups are big now?" Sharon said grabbing Jim's left breast and giving it a squeeze. Jim winced as a flood of new sensations hit his brain.
Sharon took a step back from Jim and began to contemplate what she should do next. "I know!" Sharon said with a mischievous grin. "Jim let me teach you about your new breasts." Sensing he could be in trouble Jim began to back away from Sharon. "Stop." Sharon commanded. Jim froze in his tracks. "You are not allowed to leave that spot until I tell you that you can leave. Understood?"
"Yes." Jim said in a timid voice.
"Good. Now lift your tank top up over your breasts." Sharon commanded. Jim's hands grasp the bottom of the tank top and slowly pulled it up until his bra clad breasts were exposed. "That's good. Now Jim, pull the cups of your bra up so that your BIG TITS can hang free." Jim once again followed Sharon's instruction. "Now don't let go of your bra or tank top until I tell you to."
Sharon closed the gap between her and Jim. "Fun fact about my breasts Jim." Sharon said as she got down to eye level with Jim's exposed breasts. "If I try to play with my breasts, it's really not that pleasurable... BUT when someone else plays with them." Sharon lifted her head up to look Jim in the eyes. "Well... You'll see." Sharon lowered her head back down to Jim's breasts. "First let's go over some things that you shouldn't do. Like this." Sharon mashed her face into Jim's breasts and began motorboating Jim. Unable to escape Jim winced at the odd and not at all pleasurable feeling of Sharon mashing her face in her chest. After a solid 30 seconds of motorboating Jim, Sharon finally let loose of Jim and once again looked him in the eyes. "See? Nothing..."
"Yes..." Jim meekly said. "I'll never motorboat you..." Sharon put her finger over Jim's mouth.
"Shh." Sharon instructed. "Now here's another thing you really shouldn't do." Sharon softly cupped Jim's left breast and paused and smiled at Jim. As a look of relief came across Jim's face, Sharon quickly twisted Jim's nipple.
"FUCK!" Jim cried out in pain. "Fuck... Why Sharon why?" Jim pleaded.
"Let that be a lesson Jim. Don't you ever try giving me a titty twister when I'm on top. EVER AGAIN! I wasn't screaming in pleasure when you pulled that little move. I was screaming in pain you fucking ass. Do you understand me?" Sharon scolded. Jim meekly nodded yes. "Good boy..." Sharon paused and let out a little laugh. "Good girl!" She said smiling and giving Jim a pat on the head. "Now let's continue our lesson shall we?"
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