Jim already noticed changes just going over to Sharon's place. His dick was definitely bigger, and he felt energized all over. He was even having brief snippets of secondary memories, recalling the night with Sharon that hadn't actually occured. He could remember how his entire body seemed to change that night, how he seemed to know exactly what to do to please a woman.
The consequences of that were astounding. Jim was able to alter himself via Sharon's biography, as long as it was tied into her in some way. The possibilities that ran through his mind were endless.
Jim knocked on Sharon's door. A moment later it swung open, revealing Sharon. She was dressed in her conservative business suit, although her long hair was free and she was out of her heels.
"Yes?" she asked before her eyes focused on him and she recognized who he was. Sharon gasped and actually fell over as she tried to move back. "J-Jim! What are you doing here?"
"Sharon?" Jim asked, concerned as he rushed to her side and moved to help her up. "What's wrong?" He put his arm around her waist to help her up, and Sharon whimpered softly.
"Jim," she gasped. "Y-you can't be here."
"Hey, calm down," he whispered soothingly, knowing instinctively to put his lips just close enough to her ear so that she could feel the heat of his breath. She shivered and her entire body relaxed. "What's got you so spooked?"
"Jim," she whined, pressing against him. "I-I told you I couldn't see you anymore." She inhaled his scent deeply, and pushed against him.
"We broke up? Why?"
"You know why," she gasped. Suddenly she jumped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply on the lips. She squealed loudly as she did so, her body shaking and her hips rocking against him. Jim stumbled backwards onto Sharon's couch, and for several minutes he indulged himself by making out with his suddenly much more enthusiastic girlfriend. After almost ten minutes of having her whimper and whine as they made out, he gently pushed her away.
Sharon whined wordlessly and pushed back at him, trying to kiss him some more. He insistently held her back. "Sharon, why did we break up?"
"You know why," Sharon said, staring at him. "Because you're too good, Jim. I can't focus on anything when I'm around you. I almost got fired when we were together. All I could think about was getting home so you could fuck me for hours. Everything I ate tasted bland in comparison to your delicious cum. I couldn't sleep alone, and even when you were here I had to sleep with your cock inside of my pussy, my ass, or my mouth. I couldn't think of anything but doing whatever made you happy, so you'd keep fucking me, Jim. I-I-"
She groaned and suddenly pulled at her blouse, tearing it off and revealing fairly racy lingerie underneath. "God, Jim! I missed you so much! You have to fuck me! Please! Let me suck your cock one more time! No, two more! Please, Jim! Please!"
Jim blinked and then
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