The Secret in the Bath
Lee Nawol
"What are you doing? Hurry up." Nawol urged him on again.
Ah, fuck. What do I do? Junyoung's mind raced. Refusing an order from his employer was unthinkable—but the body he wore right now was a woman's. Nawol had apparently assumed that, being a fellow woman, he'd have no qualms about attending her bath. In truth, only the body was female; the mind inside it was still a man's. So of course being told to step into the same bath as her left him torn.
Then again... why not just get in? This was a chance to share a bath with Lee Nawol, a woman he'd only ever stolen glances at from a distance. The cock she possessed had been entirely outside his expectations, but set that one detail aside, and this was an opportunity handed down from heaven itself.
"What's the matter? Not coming in?"
Dawdle any longer and the notoriously impatient woman might well order him back out. Junyoung hurriedly shed his clothes and readied himself to enter. The T-shirt came off in one pull, baring his chest with nothing beneath it—which was only natural. He'd been a man one moment and a woman the next; there had hardly been time to acquire a bra. At the sight, Nawol widened her eyes, visibly surprised.
"I wondered, and sure enough—no bra. Is that a hobby of yours?"
"Ah, no... it's not like that."
He had no excuse to offer. Flat-chested might have been one thing, but going about with a D-cup bust and nothing under her shirt—no wonder Nawol was startled. Before she could say anything else, he stripped off his jeans as well. Men's boxers appeared underneath.
"Hmm."
She leaned against the rim of the tub and watched him with an intrigued expression. A bare chest with no bra, yet men's underwear below—she clearly found the combination strange.
"How amusing. A boyish style, I take it?"
"Yes, well... something like that."
It was the first time he'd ever undressed in front of another person, and with Nawol's eyes fixed on him the whole while, he felt as if he might die of nerves. When his underwear finally came down too, his naked body stood fully exposed before her.
"Get in."
The woman, who had been studying him intently, shifted over to make room, as if inviting him to come sit before her. Showing anyone his transformed body was a first, and the tension was unavoidable. Junyoung stepped carefully into the bath, wondering what thoughts were passing through Nawol's head as she took him in. With a soft splash, warm water closed around him, from the tips of his toes up over his calves and thighs.
"It's warm."
Once he settled in fully, the water rose to just below his chest. At her beckoning gesture, Junyoung edged closer. Nawol went on staring at him, and her gaze felt hot enough to scorch. Being unable to ask why she was looking at him like that only made it worse; he felt half-crazed under those eyes.
"Now wash me."
With that, she leaned back against the edge of the tub, and Junyoung's stomach dropped. He had come to attend her bath, so helping her wash was only to be expected. The problem was that he had never once done such a thing in his life. Still, he reasoned, how hard could scrubbing someone down be? He picked up the shower gel and towel resting nearby, squeezed gel onto the cloth, and took hold of one of her arms, rubbing it down.
"Haah... that feels wonderful. Keep going."
Fortunately, that seemed to be the right answer; she closed her eyes in evident pleasure. Bolstered by the small victory, he kept at it. Even her arms were beautiful. Her flawless skin made his mouth water just looking at it. Past her slender wrists and the firm curve of her forearms, his gaze kept sliding, against his will, toward the full swell of her breasts. Wet from the bath, she was as breathtaking as a goddess stepped out of myth. The plump swell of her areolae, her nipples standing stiff and proud—simply looking at them stirred heat in him as well. If he still had a man's body, he'd have been hard by now.
With a guilty twinge, Junyoung stole a glance at his own lower half. A woman's body, no cock between its legs. The sight sent a chill of unease through him.
But... it wouldn't just flip back to male on me like this, would it?
His body had turned female without warning today alone, so it was hardly impossible. And if it changed back into a man's right now, here in the bath with Lee Nawol—just imagining it made his skin crawl.
"What are you doing? Planning to rub my arm all day?"
Her words snapped him back to his senses. He realized he'd been lost in thought, scrubbing the same spot over and over.
"Do my chest too."
She took his hand herself and laid it over her breast. The moment his palm sank into that soft, resilient flesh—yielding like pudding—his heart slammed against his ribs.
Isn't this moving awfully fast?
The more he watched her, the more it seemed less like bath service and more like she was seducing him. She'd called it attending her bath, but he had no particular skill to offer, and this much she could easily have done herself. Yet she had gone out of her way to summon him for it. That was a little strange. Hands trembling, Junyoung managed to keep moving them over her skin.
"This position is uncomfortable. Let's finish the rest outside."
With a rush of water, she rose from the bath without warning. Junyoung sucked in a breath at what was suddenly before his eyes. Her cock hung right in front of his face. He had seen it from a distance before, but up close its size and shape were staggering. It was, frankly, ideal—thick and long to a degree he could scarcely believe it wasn't already erect. Knowing full well where his gaze had fixed, she paid it no mind and stepped out of the tub. He wondered where she was going, and watched her fetch an inflatable mat and stretch out on top of it.
"Come here."
At that crook of her finger—no different from calling a dog—Junyoung scrambled up out of the bath and went to her. Nawol lay with her legs spread in easy abandon, as comfortably as if she were in her own bed, and the cock at her groin made its presence known all the more for it. Staring at such a robust member attached to a wholly feminine body, he didn't know what to feel.
"You still have the rest to do."
Nawol patted the spot beside her, and Junyoung sat where instructed. Was he simply to resume scrubbing? he wondered—and then realized he'd left the towel in the bath.
"Ah, my apologies. I'll go get it."
The moment he moved to rise, she caught his wrist and pulled him back.
"Forget the towel. Use your body instead."
With nothing more than that, Nawol stretched out at her leisure, and Junyoung could not hide his panic. With my body? He had no experience, but he'd watched more than enough videos in the past to know exactly what she wanted. Only—having to be the one to do it stirred a resistance he couldn't quite swallow. How am I supposed to do something like that?
Watching him hesitate, Nawol said nothing and simply waited. But her eyes brimmed with confidence—eyes that knew, beyond any doubt, that he would cave and come to her in the end. He had already bared his body to her anyway. Doing this with Nawol was no loss to him; if anything, it was a reward. And if he let this chance slip, there might never be another.
Fine. Let's just try the damn thing.
Junyoung sank to his knees and moved toward her.
"Climb on top of me."
He swung himself over her reclining form and straddled her hips. From there he could see the cock lolling against her thigh, and beneath it, the cleft between her legs. As expected, she had a pussy as well. Lee Nawol possessed a futanari's body.
How is that even possible?
He had never dreamed she carried a secret like this. Was that why, all the way into her late twenties, there had never been so much as a whisper of her dating a man, let alone marrying one?
"Phew."
Junyoung's gaze drifted down to Nawol's groin. Her pink folds glistened, damp and inviting, and he swallowed hard without meaning to. The sight of a male cock more imposing than his own had ever been stirred a flicker of aversion—but paired with that lewd pussy beneath it, he caught himself thinking that, unexpectedly, the combination wasn't bad at all.
"Rub me with your tits and your pussy."
At the terse command, Junyoung set his body in motion. He slicked shower gel over his own skin until it gleamed, then pressed himself flush against her. They were so alike in height and build that an odd sensation crept over him, as though he were touching his own body.
"Hnngh... ah."
He moved with fluid care, molding himself against Nawol's body. Every time her skin dragged across his sensitive nipples and the lips of his sex, shivers rippled through him.
"Haah."
He was the one doing the rubbing, yet somehow it felt strangely like he was using her body to touch himself.
"Good. Keep going."
As the act went on, his breathing grew ragged. Nor was that the only change in his body—before he knew it, his pussy was growing slick and warm. Doing something this lewd with Nawol, a woman he'd only ever watched from afar, of course it was exciting. And yet....
Junyoung bit his lip, flustered. She hasn't noticed the state I'm in... has she? It's not as if I can get hard anymore, so this much should slide, right?
Then something odd caught his eye. Nawol's cock was still lying limp. Her face was flushed a becoming shade of pink, so she was clearly feeling the attentions in her own way—yet the thing itself stayed quiet. That was strange.
"Junyoung. Come here a moment, would you?"
At the sound of his name, Junyoung froze solid. Had she noticed something after all? He was wound tight as a bowstring when a remark he never could have predicted dropped from her lips.
"Get my cock hard for me. Do that, and I'll pretend I never saw you sneak in here."
The color drained from Junyoung's face.