Unlikely Bunny's Transformation

Olivia is a powerfully average looking girl, average height of 5' 5", plain brown hair and eyes, average lips, modest breast (she's not flat but she's not big either), a slight curve to her hip, enough of a butt to not have a pancake butt but no real pop either. Her face is cute at best but not sexy or seductive. She's the girl next door you are aware of but never really notice. Which is a shame because she's got a sweet personality, the nice spot between playful and outgoing without being obnoxious. She lives with her best friend and roommate Aidan, who is kind of like Oliva, just a guy. Average 5' 9" with an average to to slim not to big build, short cut brown hair and sharp brown eyes, enough muscle to tell he tries to keep in shape but doesn't live in a steady workout routine. Decent guy. He and Oliva have been orbiting each other in that awkward we're friends and neither of us want to mess it up but are both hot for each other way, but would never think the other is actually interested in me type way. Oliva in an attempt to get out of the cycle on her side has taken a daring move and ordered a product called "Desired U", from a kinda shady web site. It promises a hot body make over to please your lover. She has taken it before Aiden gets home from work, as the instructions say it takes 15 minutes to take effect. But Aiden gets in early while she is still waiting for it to kick in and her daring surprise is possibly ruined. When it does kick in she will start to feel hot and horny. He breasts, hips, and butt will start to grow. Her lips too will plump up a bit and gloss up. She wasn't expecting her pussy to swell up into a hungry camel toe in her running shorts but it's not an unwelcome surprise. Every thing seems to be going great, until Aiden notices her ears have started to grow and take on a purple gel like texture. Her ears turning into bunny ears and a matching gel cast bunny tail poking out of her shorts above her butt. She won't have time to panic for log as the purple gel colored texture spreads over her whole body and despite her now much bigger boobs, hips, and ass, she is shrinking fast. More over her arms and legs are fusing into her body. Before Aiden's eyes Oliva has become a purple gel bunny girl onahole version of herself quivering on the floor panicking, confused, and horny, her swollen vagina lips soaked with lubricant. Oliva is small enough for Aiden to pick up and hold, she's still animate and conscious thankfully, but her voice sounds like she's been breathing helium. A ridiculous high pitched version of her normal voice. This is an erotic body horror story about two best friends. We want to focus on the transformation sequence, sensation, dialog, and internal monologues of both characters. Do not rush through Oliva's transformation in a single post. It is the center piece of the story's first act. We want detailed, long format descriptions.

Olivia chewed her bottom lip as she checked her phone—twelve minutes since she'd swallowed the pill. The apartment was too quiet, the hum of the refrigerator doing nothing to drown out the anxious thrum of her pulse. She adjusted the waistband of her running shorts, then paced past the coffee table for the fifth time. *What if it’s just sugar pills?* Stupid. *What if it turns me into a fucking alien?* The lock rattled. Aidan pushed the door open, his work bag slung over one shoulder. "Hey—whoa." He stopped mid-step, his sharp brown eyes narrowing as he took her in. "You look...flushed." Olivia's fingers flew to her cheeks. Warm. Too warm. A slow, syrupy heat pulsed under her skin, radiating down her neck, her chest, sinking lower— Her tank top tightened. She glanced down. The fabric strained against her breasts, the cotton stretching as they swelled beneath it. Not a lot—just enough that her nipples pressed visibly against the material, the peaks stiffening as another wave of heat rolled through her. Aidan's gaze flicked down, then snapped back up, his throat working. "Did you—are you sick or something?" Olivia wet her lips—*oh*—her tongue dragging over suddenly plush flesh. Fuller. Softer. She could feel them glistening even without a mirror. "No, I—" Her hips bumped the coffee table. Not hard. Just...different. The curve of her waist dipped deeper, flared wider. The fabric of her shorts hugged her ass in a way it hadn't when she'd put them on, the material taut over suddenly rounder cheeks. She twisted, trying to glance behind her— "Okay, seriously," Aidan stepped closer, his voice rough. "What's going on?" Olivia exhaled, her breath shaky. The heat coiled tighter between her thighs, but she ignored it. This part—*this* part was good. The pill was working. Her fingers grazed her own hip, testing the new swell of flesh there. A giddy thrill shot through her. "Do I look...different to you?" Aidan's jaw flexed. His gaze dragged over her—the fuller lips, the straining tank top, the way her shorts clung to her ass—and for the first time in five years of friendship, he didn't look away. "Yeah," he muttered. "You do." Olivia grinned. Then her ears twitched.

He won't notice yet, as the distraction of Olivia's boobs matching up to be half the size of her head each and her blooming bubble but are a bit more immediately distracting. For Olivia her attention would get pulled to her swelling and moistening lower lips inside her not tight running shorts. It was working! And Adan was looking at her! Aidan would drop his work bag and head over to check on her, concerned but also aroused, hard not to be when your best friend was growing into a bombshell version of herself right in front of your eyes.

Olivia's breath hitched as her ears flicked again—this time with an undeniable *twitch*—but Aidan’s eyes were locked lower, his gaze darkening as her tits strained against the thin fabric. The pill’s effects weren’t subtle now. Her breasts swelled heavier, fuller, until the tank top’s neckline dug into soft flesh, threatening to split. The weight of them made her shoulders roll back instinctively, her nipples stiffening into tight peaks that pressed obscenely against the cotton. Her thighs pressed together as another sensation rippled through her—*wetness*. Slick heat bloomed between her legs, her pussy lips plumping, the fabric of her shorts clinging to the sudden swell. She could *feel* her own arousal soaking through, the outline of her swollen folds visible even through the material. Aidan’s work bag hit the floor with a thud. He took a step closer, his voice rough. “Liv, what the hell did you—” The rest of his question died as her hips flared wider, her ass rounding out in a way that made her shorts ride up, the hem digging into the crease of her cheeks. Olivia gasped, her fingers flying to the new curves, her own touch sending a jolt straight to her throbbing cunt. Aidan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His jeans were tight now, the bulge at his crotch impossible to ignore. “You’re—fuck—you’re *changing*.” Olivia bit her plump lower lip, the taste of gloss sweet on her tongue. “Yeah.” She exhaled shakily, arching as another wave of heat rolled through her. “And you’re looking.” His jaw clenched. “Hard not to.” The admission sent a fresh pulse of slickness between her thighs. Her tailbone tingled—*wait, tailbone?*—but before she could process it, her body lurched, her vision dipping lower. She was shrinking. And Aidan’s eyes only got hotter.

They would both notice her changing ears and the glossy gel bunny tail now. And the few inches that had just been shaved off Olivia's height. This wasn't part of the package she ordered? It promised her an impossible to miss figure and a shape to satisfy her lover. What was going on? It had all started so well?

Aidan’s brow furrowed as Olivia wobbled, her balance shifting with her shrinking frame. His gaze flicked up—then froze. "Your *ears*..." Olivia’s hands flew to the sides of her head, fingers brushing against slick, soft skin, it felt like warm latex but was her. The pointed tips twitched under her touch, sensitive and undeniably *there*. A sharp inhale escaped her as she twisted, catching sight of her own reflection in the hallway mirror—rounded, glossy rabbit ears perched sprouting from the side of her head, twitching in time with her racing pulse. "What the *fuck*?" Aidan’s voice was rough, but his pupils were blown wide, his cock straining against his zipper. Olivia turned—or tried to—but her hips bumped the coffee table again, the shift in height throwing her off. A new weight tugged at the base of her spine, something small and soft. She reached back, her fingers sinking into plush, smooth material like her ears. A bunny tail. *Fully attached.* Her breath came faster now, panic and arousal tangling in her gut. "It wasn’t—this wasn’t part of it," she stammered, but the words dissolved into a moan as another wave of heat rolled through her. Her hips jerked, her ass pressing back against the tail, the sensation sending sparks up her spine. Aidan took a step closer, his hand hovering like he wasn’t sure where to touch first. "Liv, we need to—*fuck*." His voice broke as her shirt gave a final, desperate *stretch*, fabric giving up and sliding up her swollen chest. Her tits spilled free, heavy and round, nipples pebbled and glistening. Olivia whimpered, the cool air teasing her skin, but the slickness between her thighs was *dripping* now, her shorts clinging to every plump curve of her pussy. "Aidan—" His hands were on her before she could finish, fingers digging into her waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her tits. "Tell me what you need," he pleaded. She tried, but only a pleased squeak escaped her lips. Instead, she arched into his touch, her tail twitching against his thigh.

Oliva would grip onto Aidan to steady herself as she tried to find words. The purple, glossy gel texture was spreading all over her fast. Even her hair was affected, just turning a deeper purple than her skin. Her tits, ass, and hips had stopped growing, their size becoming ever more exaggerated looking as her body size continued to diminish. When Oliva realizes her hands, feet, arms, and legs are starting to painlessly atrophy away as she shrinks the real panic will kick in. What is happening to her? What did she do to herself?

Olivia’s fingers tightened on Aidan’s arms as her knees buckled, her body losing inches rapidly. The glossy purple sheen crawled up her thighs, her hips flaring impossibly wider in contrast to her shrinking waist. "A-Aidan," she gasped, staring down in horror as her hands—*shrinking, fucking shrinking*—clung to him, fingers stubby and soft, nails turning the same slick violet as the rest of her. Her toes curled uselessly in her sneakers, her feet dissolving into petite, delicate things that barely touched the floor. Panic clawed up her throat as she realized her arms were shortening, her wrists thinning, elbows vanishing into the smooth, exaggerated curve of her torso. "What is this?" Her voice came out higher, breathier, her full lips trembling. The weight of her tits pulled her forward, her tiny hands unable to support their swollen mass, the nipples darkening to a deep, glossy plum. Aidan’s grip on her tightened, his breath ragged. "The fuck did you take, Liv?" But his eyes dragged over her hyper-feminine silhouette—her ass round and high, her waist cinched, her cunt *dripping* between thick, plush thighs that now seemed comically large compared to her shrinking limbs. Olivia whimpered, her body betraying her with another pulse of slick heat even as terror spiked through her. "I—I just wanted to be *perfect* for you," she choked out, her voice tinier now, her ears twitching wildly. Aidan’s jaw clenched. "Christ, Liv—*look at you*." Her reflection in the mirror was a fever dream: a hypersexualized, doll-like figure with a body too lush for her diminishing frame, her limbs dwindling into nothing but smooth, purple curves. And still shrinking.

As Aidan holds her Oliva's form will shrink down until her can hold her easily around the waist with both hands, likely could manipulate her with just one. Her arms and legs totally atrophy away leaving just the exaggerated curve oh her hips and ass against her seemingly tiny waist, and her torso dominated by her huge breasts. She could still squirm in his hands, but there was no denying it. Oliva was a living purple gel bunny girl onahole. It had happened right in front of their eyes. She could still speak, her voice sounding like she'd taken a hit of helium, and likely funnier sounding that the situation warranted. For Oliva the whole sensation was strange. Her whole body felt jiggly, and sensitive. She was very aware of Aidan's hands around her. Oh god, she fit in his hands now!

Aidan's fingers flexed around Olivia's tiny waist—*she was so small now*—his thumbs sinking into the plush give of her sides. Her body jiggled with every shaky breath, her enormous tits wobbling obscenely, nipples stiff and glistening. "Fuck, Liv," he rasped, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs had vanished entirely, leaving only the absurd swell of her purple gel hips, her ass round and soft against his palm. She squirmed, her voice a high-pitched squeak. "P-put me down! This is—*oh god*—this is insane!" But even as she protested, another shiver wracked her, her whole form trembling like gelatin. Every brush of Aidan's fingers sent pulses of sensation through her, her pussy clenching around nothing, slick heat dripping down her smooth, featureless underside. Aidan exhaled sharply, his cock throbbing. "You're fucking *jiggly*," he muttered, squeezing experimentally. Olivia gasped, her body bouncing in his grip, her tits swaying. "Don't—*nngh*—don't *do* that!" Her helium voice cracked, but the way her hips arched betrayed her. Aidan smirked, dragging a thumb over the curve of her ass. "You saying you don't like it?" Olivia's ears flattened against her head, her whole form flushing darker violet. "I—I didn't *ask* to turn into a—a fucking *toy*!" But the protest lost its bite when his fingers found the slick cleft between her thighs, and her squeaky moan filled the room.

If she tells him to stop he will. He cares about her, and is likely a little uncomfortable with how turned on this all has made him. But as freaked out, and rightfully so as Oliva is, does she really want Aidan to put her down? His eyes are still on her, and before the panic took all her attention she saw the boner in his pants. He'd gotten hard watching her, did that make all this insanity worth it a little?

Olivia’s breath hitched as Aidan’s fingers lingered between her thighs, the pressure maddening, her tiny body vibrating with every touch. The panic was still there, coiling tight—but beneath it, something hotter, needier. *He was hard for her. Even like this.* She whimpered, torn between shame and the sharp, slick throb of arousal. "Aidan…" Her voice wavered, barely more than a squeak. His grip loosened slightly, hesitation darkening his gaze. "Tell me to stop and I will," he muttered, jaw tight. Olivia squirmed, her hips pressing unconsciously into his palm. The truth clawed its way out before she could stop it: "*Don’t.*" A shudder ran through him. His thumb circled her clit, slow and deliberate, and her entire body convulsed, a high-pitched cry bursting from her lips. Her tits jiggled wildly, her slickness coating his fingers as he worked her—no limbs to resist, no way to hide how badly she wanted this. "Fuck, you’re *soaked*," he growled, his other hand kneading the plush swell of her ass. Olivia could only moan, every nerve alight, her transformation twisting terror into want. Maybe she *had* gotten exactly what she wanted. Just not how she’d imagined.

Aidan’s fingers slid deeper, parting her slick folds with a rough, eager drag. Olivia’s breath came in frantic little gasps, her body rocking helplessly against his hand. The sensation was overwhelming—no leverage, no control, just the relentless friction of his touch pushing her higher. “Look at you,” he muttered, watching her tits quiver with every jolt of pleasure. “Can’t even fucking move, can you? Just take what I give you.” His fingers crooked inside her, and Olivia’s back arched, a shrill cry tearing from her throat. She *couldn’t* move—couldn’t do anything but tremble and moan as he worked her clit faster, his grip tightening on her ass. Her vision blurred, her whole body coiling tighter, tighter— Then his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet, sucking hard. The orgasm slammed into her without warning. Olivia’s voice shattered into broken squeaks, her form convulsing violently in his grip. Aidan groaned against her breast, his cock straining against his pants as she pulsed around his fingers, her slick gushing over his knuckles. When she finally went limp, he pulled back, lips glistening. His voice was rough, wrecked. “Fuck. That was *fast*.” Olivia could only whimper, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

Aidan exhaled sharply, dragging his fingers out of her with a filthy, wet sound. Olivia shuddered, still sensitive, still aching—but the hunger in his eyes told her he wasn’t done. Not even close. He shifted his grip, fingers tightening around her waist as he lifted her higher, until her slick folds were level with his mouth. "Gonna taste you," he growled, breath hot against her overheated skin. Olivia barely had time to whine before his tongue swiped up her slit, slow and indulgent. Her hips jerked instinctively, but his hands held her firm, forcing her to take every slow, torturous lap. His groan vibrated through her core as he buried his face deeper, licking into her with obscene precision. She writhed, but his grip was iron, her tiny form utterly at his mercy. His tongue flicked her clit, and she sobbed, her thighs trembling against his cheeks. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to watch her drip onto his chin. Then his mouth was on her again, sucking hard, and Olivia’s world fractured into white-hot pleasure.

Oliva is grape flavored now. Not like real grapes, but like the sweet taste of a grape pop-sickle or gummie. That was actually kind of how her body felt now too, soft an pliable, pleasing to the touch, but warm like skin. Once Aidan gets done tasting his best friend, he does have his erection to address. And what do you do with a room mate turned into an onahole? At her new size, Aidan's hard cock will loke titanic to Olivia.

Aidan pulled back from her dripping folds with a wet smack, his lips glistening and chin slick. He licked them slow, savoring the syrupy sweetness clinging to his tongue. "Christ, Liv... you *are* grape," he muttered, voice thick. His grip shifted, turning her slightly to admire the way her plush, yielding body gave under his fingers. The heat of her was intoxicating, but the swollen ache between his legs demanded attention. Olivia barely had time to register the shift before his free hand was unbuckling his belt, the thick outline of his cock straining against his zipper. Her breath hitched. At her size, the bulge looked *massive*—the idea of him sliding into her sent a fresh pulse of wetness between her thighs. Aidan didn't bother with finesse. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free his erection, the flushed length springing up against his stomach. Olivia's tiny whimper was lost under his groan as he palmed himself, thumb smearing pre-cum over the tip. "Let's hope this works, you feel kinda stretchy," he mused out loud, lining her up. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and Olivia's whole body clenched in anticipation, her soft flesh molding to him before he'd even pushed in.

Let's keep Aidan's dialog affectionate and wanting, not derogatory or possessive. He has legitimate affection for Olivia, and her for him even if they have never told each other directly before. There's always been a lot of sexual tension between them just under the surface, for a few years now.

Aidan exhaled through gritted teeth as he pressed forward, the tight heat of her swallowing the first inch of him with a slick, shuddering gasp. “God, Liv—*fuck*—always wanted you like this,” he murmured, fingers trembling where they cradled her tiny frame. Her body yielded, stretched obscenely around his girth, and he groaned at the velvet grip of her. Every pulse of her walls sent tremors up his spine, but he forced himself still, forehead pressed to her thigh. “You feel so fucking good… been imagining this forever.” Olivia whimpered, squirming against the base of his cock, overwhelmed but arching into each shallow thrust. The stretch burned, but the hunger in his voice—the rough-edged *want*—made her dizzy. “More,” she squeaked, her form tightening pleasingly around him. Aidan’s hips jerked at her plea, sliding deeper with a groan. “Look at you… taking me so perfect. *Mine*.” His thumb brushed her clit, coaxing a sharp cry as her body clenched around him, pulling him deeper still. “That’s it—*squeeze* me just like that.” Her moan dissolved into a hiccup when his hips finally met hers, full to the brim, every shaky breath sending sparks through them both.

Let's remember that Olivia is a living gel onahole sex toy right now and does not have hands, arms, legs, or feet to emote with. She is held in Aidan's hands as he uses her like a toy.

Aidan’s fingers flexed around her, adjusting his grip as he pulled back—just enough to make her whimper—before driving in again. Her pliant, gel-like body rippled around him, each thrust molding her tight passage to his cock, squeezing deliciously with every withdrawal. "You were *made* for this," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure as his thumb circled the swollen nub of her clit, teasing little pulses of pleasure through her. Olivia could only writhe in his grasp, her form trembling, every inch of her hypersensitive to his touch, his heat, the relentless rhythm of his hips. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, mixing with her slick in a lewd, sticky mess, the wet sounds obscenely loud between them. His grip tightened, angling her just right, and she clenched involuntarily as his cock brushed that sweet, deep spot inside her. "Y-yes! *Aidan—*" Her voice was breathless, high-pitched, her body tightening in helpless rapture. He groaned, hips stuttering, his fingers pressing possessively into her yielding flesh. "Christ, Liv, gonna make me come already," he gritted out, thrusts growing sloppy, erratic. "Fuck, just—*squeeze* me like that—*harder—*" She pulsed around him, milking him desperately as pleasure coiled tight in her core, her form quivering on the edge.

Aidan’s hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm ripped through him. Hot ropes of cum pulsed deep into her, each thick burst coaxing another helpless spasm from her trembling form. Olivia’s walls fluttered around him, greedily swallowing every drop, the sensation wringing a ragged groan from his throat. “Fuck—*fuck*—take it all,” he panted, grinding against her, riding out the last waves of pleasure. His grip on her body didn’t loosen, fingers indenting her pliant flesh as he kept her locked tight against him, unwilling to pull away just yet. She was a mess—slick, stretched, and filled—her gel-like form quivering with aftershocks. Aidan exhaled sharply, still throbbing inside her, watching as his cum seeped slightly around where they were joined, a lewd testament to how thoroughly he’d used her. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. His thumb smeared the sticky wetness over her clit again, slow and deliberate, drawing out a shuddering whine. “Still hungry, aren’t you?” Olivia could only tremble, her body already tightening reflexively around him—begging silently for more.

Now that she was full of cum, Olivia would feel a new sensation. Like when the change first gripped her. She would start growing in Aidan's grip again. She was slowly starting to grow back to her original height still set around Aidan's cock. And her arms and legs where returning. Skin color going back to normal and the bunny ears and tail receding. Only her hair and eyes were staying the now deep purple shade of her other form.

Aidan’s grip faltered as Olivia’s form swelled against his palms, her gel-like flesh thickening, firming—*reshaping*. He let out a rough curse as her legs materialized first, slender thighs pressing against his hips, knees bending instinctively to bracket him. Her arms curled up, fingers digging into his shoulders as her skin flushed back to its natural warmth, the last remnants of her toy-like texture melting away. She gasped, arching as her body stretched, the stretch of her spine, the weight of her breasts returning—full and heavy against his chest. The bunny ears receded into her skull, her tail dissolving into smooth skin, leaving only the vivid purple of her hair and the glowing hue of her eyes as evidence of her transformation. Aidan groaned, still buried inside her, her renewed tightness making his cock twitch. “Fuck…you’re *back*,” he muttered, rolling his hips experimentally. Olivia whimpered, nails biting into his skin, her thighs trembling as she adjusted to the sudden solidity of her limbs, the ache of being stretched by him in this form again. His hands slid down to grip her ass—*flesh*, not gel—squeezing hard as he pulled her tighter against him. “Missed this,” he growled, voice thick. “Missed *you*.” She shuddered, her breath hitching as her body, now fully human again, responded with desperate, familiar hunger.

Let's shift our point of view to Olivia now. And these two have earned an actual first lover's embrace and kiss. And the both have to be relieved Olivia is a person again, even if the fucking with her as a sex toy had felt great.

Olivia’s breath hitched as Aidan’s lips found hers—warm, rough, achingly familiar. The kiss was deep, almost desperate, his tongue sliding against hers as if he needed to relearn the taste of her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tightening in his hair, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of transformation. She could *feel* him again—the solid heat of his chest pressed against her, the way his cock twitched inside her, still half-hard. Relief crashed over her, tangled with hunger. His fingers traced her spine, mapping the curve of her back like he was reassuring himself she was whole again. “God, I've wanted this,” he murmured against her lips, voice raw. His hips rolled, shallow, just enough to make her gasp. “*You*” His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her lower lip. “Just *you*.” Olivia let out a shaky laugh, her thighs flexing around him. “I’m here,” she whispered, arching into another slow, filthy grind. “Yours now. Always.” Aidan’s groan was muffled against her neck as he kissed his way down, teeth scraping her pulse point—claiming, savoring. Not just fucking. *Loving*.

The kiss would reveal another thing, Olivia is still grape treat flavored. With the immediate crisis over and their honesty with each other they now have time to take stock. Olivia still had her enhanced new figure, and new hair and eye color but other wise seemed stable. But a bit of feeling around on her just to be safe. They should make sure she is really okay.

Olivia’s lips were still sweet—unnaturally so, the lingering grape flavor clinging to Aidan’s tongue as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back just enough to smirk, licking his lips. “Still taste like candy.” She flushed, swatting his shoulder, but there was no real heat in it. A giggle escaped her, giddy with relief, with the sheer *normalcy* of being able to touch him like this again. Aidan’s hands slid down her sides, fingers pressing into the swell of her hips, the exaggerated curve of her waist—still plush, still *more* than before. “And you’re still…” He squeezed her ass for emphasis, earning a breathy moan. “*Enhanced.*” Olivia arched into his touch, shivering as his palms roamed her thighs, her stomach, skimming the underside of her breasts. Testing. Reassuring. His thumb brushed her nipple, watching it tighten under his touch. “Sensitive?” he murmured. “*Yes*,” she gasped, biting her lip. Aidan grinned, dragging his fingers lower, tracing the crease of her thigh. “And here?” Olivia’s legs fell open wider, her breath catching as he teased the slick heat between them. “Aidan—!” “Just checking,” he rumbled, dipping a finger inside her, groaning at the way she clenched. “Fuck. *Definitely* okay.”

This seems like a good place for the "So are we.. you know... now.. together?" conversation they've both been avoiding for years. We can start the story wind down to a nice affirming end trajectory.

Olivia’s breath hitched as Aidan’s finger curled inside her, her hips rocking instinctively. But instead of chasing the sensation, she caught his wrist, slowing him. His brow furrowed. “Too much?” She shook her head, biting her lip before meeting his gaze. “No, just… we should probably talk. *Actually* talk.” Aidan froze—then exhaled, nodding as he withdrew his hand. His thumb still traced lazy circles on her thigh. “Yeah. We should.” The air between them shifted, heavy with something deeper than lust. Olivia swallowed. “So… are we…?” “Together?” Aidan finished, voice rough. His fingers tightened slightly on her skin. “If you want to be.” Olivia let out a shaky laugh. “You *idiot*. I’ve wanted that for years.” A slow, relieved grin spread across his face. “Same.” He cupped her cheek, pulling her into a kiss—softer this time, sweeter. “No more bullshit.” She melted against him, lips still grape-stained, body still new and thrilling beneath his hands. But this—*them*—felt like coming home. Aidan’s mouth brushed her ear. “Now can I make sure you’re *really* okay?” Olivia’s laugh was pure warmth. “Don’t stop on my account.”

They can spend the rest of the evening talking, being honest, and playing with each other, figuring out how they like to be touched. And Aidan can lay out one very important rule. "No more weird internet shit." Olivia's safety is his top priority.

Aidan nipped at her earlobe, chuckling low as she shivered. "But first—ground rules." His hand slid possessively up her thigh, thumb pressing just shy of where she wanted him. "No more weird internet shit. No experiments. No secret potions." His grip tightened, not painful but firm. "I don't care how grape-flavored you get. Your safety isn't negotiable." Olivia arched against him, her breath hitching as his fingers finally—*finally*—dragged through her slick folds. "Deal," she gasped, "if you stop *teasing*." "Not a chance." Aidan grinned, circling her clit lazily. "We've got all night to figure out what makes you scream." He kissed her collarbone, tongue tracing the swell of her breast. "What *this* body needs." Olivia's moan was half-laugh, half-desperation. "What if I need *you* inside me *right now*?" Aidan groaned, sinking two fingers deep. "Then you'd say *please*." "*Please*—" His mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her whimper as his hips pinned her to the couch. "Good girl."