It was about a week later and Karen and I were enjoying this new sexual dynamic. I was cleaning up the kitchen that morning when Karen came downstairs wearing a thick black sweater that hung loosely from her chest and concealed her powerful upper body. Her tight white yoga pants, however, showed every contour of her strong lower half. Yoga pants are always form fitting but these were very thin, extremely tight, and made of a sheer material, giving them a wet look. They clung so tightly to her body that I could see that she clearly wasn't wearing panties - and, amazingly, I could see the outline of her vagina. What surprised me most was the meaty clit between her legs, protruding from her vagina like a small cock. Well, maybe even a medium-sized cock. My eyes fixated on her.. her bulge... She had pulled the yoga pants up high on her waist to make them even tighter around her crotch and I could see her clit standing out: it had to be 2 - 3" in size.
My heart started beating heavily when she came into the room and my gaze was pulled immediately to the outline of her sex under the sheer white material. We hadn't had sex in a few days and things had settled into more of our regular routine but this blatant display of her sexuality was intoxicating and new. She was telling me what she wanted. There was something provocatively confusing about her gender bending appearance - part feminine, part masculine, all muscle. The combination of the outline of her large clit, her tight abs, her large breasts, and her thick thigh muscles awoke something in me and I felt my mouth salivate. I inadvertently licked my lips but was silent and cowed with arousal.
For my part, I was dressed in a white skirt and pink t-shirt and felt so small compared to Karen. She had insisted on a more feminine appearance over the past few days and I'd given up any resistance. What had begun as games in the bedroom was now becoming part of our regular routine - I knew better than to wear any of my old clothes. My eyes traced her body, taking in the differences between us: where her legs were thick and powerful, mine were slender and short. My t-shirt sleeve clung around my thin arms and revealed just how soft and weak my arms were. My thin, white arms were like that of a young girl whereas hers were powerful and toned; I was so soft and weak all over. As I looked enviously at her thick clit in her pants, I felt my own dick rub against my panties.
She saw me staring at her crotch and smiled at me, "I thought you might like that, sissy. I didn't wear underwear because I wanted to show you my new development."
I was still confused and didn't speak.
"I can tell you about it..." she smiled, "but I can see that you like my bulge."
I quickly collected myself, "Oh, I... I just..."
She walked up to me and came very close. I could smell the scent of her body... a combination of sweat and sex. She grabbed my hand and brought it down to her crotch. I felt the bump in her pants. It was substantial. It felt... I had to be honest. It felt like a dick and I could actually imagine it as a cock under the lycra material. Her hand was bigger and stronger than mine and she brought it down to her sex. I didn't resist.
"You feel how big I am?"
She pressed my hand against the bump in her pants.
My knees nearly buckled. My heart was racing. I was immediately weak with desire, "Yes, Karen," I whispered.
"I'm bigger than you aren't I?"
"Yes, Karen."
"What's bigger?"
"Your... your clit.
She pressed my hand harder against it.
"Does that feel like a clit to you?"
My heart was pounding.
"It's so big."
"What is?"
"Your... your cock."
"Good girl" and she leaned into me and kissed me firmly on the mouth.
Karen had always had a bit of a protruding clit but she was never like this before. She had somehow gotten bigger and I couldn't get the image of her body out of my mind: her firm, large tits, her strong biceps, her layered thigh muscles, and that oversized clit in her pants. She walked around the cottage proudly, to show me what she had. She was a strange combination of female and male sexuality and I was intoxicated with desire for her.
Karen moved into the kitchen and sat down to her coffee before she called me over. She looked at me with a playful smile.
"Well, what do you think baby?"
"It's... uhhh... it's surprising."
"Good surprising or freaky surprising?"
I paused... I wasn't sure, "Good surprising."
"Are you sure?" she asked, with her eyebrow arched.
"I'm... well, it's just... confusing."
"But I think you like it, even with the confusion."
I looked down at the table and said, "I think I do."
"You want to be my girl, don't you?"
I smiled at her weakly.
"Don't you?"
"Yes, Karen" I said, softly.
"And girls like their man to have a nice cock, don't they?"
Again, I almost whispered, "Yes, Karen."
She put a reassuring hand over mine. "Good, sweetie."
I could hear her open her legs under the table. "Why don't you take a closer look?"
I met her eyes but was silent. I could see desire and power in her eyes.
"Go look at my cock, sweetie."
I just stared at her before she said, in a firmer voice, "Go on, under the table, like a good girl."
I licked my lips again before sliding out of my chair onto my knees.
Under the table, our new dynamic came into focus. Before, we had been experimenting with gender play, since the event last week where she was chopping wood, but this was something completely new. I was sitting under the table like a servant, like her weak, feminized plaything, and I was getting hard as I was doing it. I took in the scene before me:
