Dante washed his face for a good five minutes to get rid of the Aviva's pussy juices before heading out to meet Noah, who was still waiting in the training room.
"Did.. did you hurt her?" Noah asked the man, concerned. "I heard her make a really sharp noise. Like someone being stabbed."
"She's just fine," Dante replied. "Sleeping, in fact. If you want, you can ask her about it tomorrow."
He led the boy back to his bedroom and had him sit on the mattress. Noah was every bit as nervous as Aviva was, though tried his hardest not to show it. Still, his boss could see right through the facade, making a note to break down his mental barriers as well. Judging by the nature of teenage boys, it should be much easier this time around.
"First, I need the details of your sexuality," Dante told him. "Do you prefer men or women?"
Noah looked down at his toes. "I like... both?"
"I see. Unfortunately, I only wish to be one during the act. So, pick."
The teen gave a meek shrug. "I like women more, I guess. At least, in this part of my bi-cycle."
The man tilted his head. "Your what?"
"Like... I switch between whether I like women or men more. It happens at random. Right now I'm more into women."
"Fine by me."
Noah lifted his head, watching the man before him morph into a much more feminine form. The once more square hips became round and wide, rough skin now softer, jet black curls grown down to the very slender waist, and the chest...
"Wow," the boy breathed.
He instantly became mesmerized by just how busty the creature's body became. Two incredibly large breasts were now straining to be free from a tightly buttoned shirt that could only accommodate a flat chest. Dante removed the top entirely, now naked from the waist up. Her lips- Noah couldn't see the Shifter as a "he" anymore- curled into an understanding smile, imbued with a redder hue. Her breasts now hung free, hypnotizing the young man seated on the bed.
"I had a feeling you'd enjoy them," the Shifter said. "While I'm in this state, you can call me Diane instead of my usual name. They're all the same to me."
The real word swimming around in the boy's head was "mommy", not that he'd ever admit it.
Noah leaned forward and stared at the first set of tits he'd ever seen in real life. They looked so soft, so bouncy with every subtle movement the woman made. Her areolas were a rich brown color that made the boy's mouth water, reminding him of his favorite milk chocolate treats. Her nipples taunted him, jutting out like two round buttons waiting to be pressed. He didn't even notice how much he was leaning forward, his face inches away from the pair of temptresses that beckoned him. He-
"You can touch them, you know."
Noah faltered for a moment, forgetting where he was.
"Oh, y-yeah," he stuttered, before lifting a palm to hold one of her breasts.
Man, they were heavy!