"You know, my birthday's coming up soon."
It is clear from the look on her face and the tone of her voice that she has something in mind, and the smile on her lips and the mischievous glint in her eyes are impossible to miss. You look up from your book at your girlfriend, the skinny brunette sitting with her legs crossed on the couch near you. The short brunette stares at you through her round glasses, waiting for you to say something.
"Oh, I know. I haven't forgotten it's this Friday," you say as you put your book away. "I was planning to take you out to dinner, but it feels like you got something in mind for it."
"Maybe~," Beatrice says, her fingers eagerly tapping at her slim thighs as she tries to contain her excitement. "Would it be okay if I planned the day for us?"
"Oh, sure, if you want," you answer her, now wondering what she had in mind.
The look she had in her eyes was something you'd only seen twice in your life. The first happened when you moved in with her, making your relationship as official as it could be, and the other was during your anniversary last year. The memory of last year's strange yet blissful celebration remained fresh, a smile spreading across your lips as you thought back to the steamy night you spent together. It hadn't gone as planned due to the mix-up of BodyMorph pills, but that didn't mean you didn't enjoy your night with your girlfriend as two fat yet muscular women. Your cock grew hard just thinking about it, causing you to squirm in your seat, and Beatrice almost giggled when she saw it. She often teased you for liking it so much, and you felt ashamed for wanting to try it again.
You shake your head to clear your mind, the arousal lingering for a few more moments as you turn your attention to your girlfriend. The smile remained on her lips, her eyes gleaming with eagerness when your words reached her ears.
"Great!" she says, clapping her hands together. "Don't worry. I got something special planned for us."
"Alright, I'll leave everything in your hands," you say, following her with your blue eyes as she stands up. "But it feels weird that you're planning your own birthday. I planned to invite your friends over on Saturday and throw together a little party. You want me to cancel those plans?"
"Yeah, it's probably for the best. It would be super fun to hang out with Melissa and the others, but I think what I'm planning might take the entire weekend," she says, giving you a wink.
"Oh," you say, your heart skipping a beat as you adjust the glasses on your nose. "But, are you sure you don't want any help? It's your birthday, after all, and I don't want you to feel like you have to plan it yourself."
"As I said, don't worry about it! I'm honestly going to enjoy it more if it remains a surprise to you," she says, her eyes sparkling with almost morbid excitement. "Trust me. You're going to love it as much as I will."
You had seen her sitting at her laptop earlier today, acting suspicious and oddly wary, and it was now clear why. You knew it was related to the pills you took on your anniversary, having seen the page she was on, but you have no idea what type of pills she was planning to order. Honestly, it turned you on even more just imagining what she had in store for her birthday. You fantasize about her as a full-bodied woman like last year and you with a muscular and manly body to compliment her feminine curves, your loins aching and throbbing as the vivid images flash through your brain. It might be her birthday, but you suspect you will enjoy it as much as her.
For now, Beatrice heads off to continue planning her birthday, and you return to reading your book. Yet, your eyes merely skim the words without reading them. You are too distracted, your mind buzzing as your imagination spirals out of control.
