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Sharonda feels the first real wave of horniness. Body is sensitive, new curves begging for touch. She moves closer to Taylor, still a little of the old Jess watching but not stopping it. He looks conflicted and attracted at the same time.

The condo felt different now, charged with something hot and new. Sharonda stepped closer to Taylor in the red stilettos, her thick hips swaying with every step. Her new full lips parted slightly as she looked him up and down, head tilted just so.

"What you starin' at, baby?" she purred, her voice low and smooth.

"Ain't you ever seen a bad bitch before?"

Taylor swallowed hard, his eyes traveling over her tight red top, her round curves in the snakeskin skirt.

"I've... I've seen you. Just not... not like this."

Sharonda laughed, a throaty, confident sound that felt more natural than anything ever had.

"Oh, you ain't seen nothin' yet," she said, stepping even closer.

And that's when she felt it—a wave of pure, slick heat washing over her. Every inch of her new body felt sensitive, alive, begging for touch. Her heavy breasts felt fuller, tighter, straining against the thin red fabric. Her round ass felt like it was made to be grabbed, held, explored.

She reached out and ran a long red nail down Taylor's arm, her thick lashes fluttering.

"C'mon, baby. Don't you want to see what else I can do?" she whispered, her voice dripping with promise.

Part of her—the tiny, shrinking piece that was still Jess—watched in horror. But the rest of her was pure Sharonda now. And Sharonda wanted Taylor. Bad.

"I... I think we should slow down," Taylor said, his voice tight. But he didn't pull away. And his eyes kept drifting to her thick curves, her full lips.

Sharonda just smiled—a slow, sharp, triumphant thing.

"Who you tellin' to slow down, baby?" she said, stepping closer still.

And then her hands were on him, exploring, teasing. And Taylor's hands were on her too, exploring her new curves like he couldn't help himself.

She kissed him, and it wasn't like any kiss she'd ever had before. It was hot, wet, hungry. Her full lips parted, her tongue teased.

Taylor groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her round ass, pulling her closer.

"Fuck, Sharonda..." he breathed.

And that was it. That was all it took. She knew then that there was no going back. Not ever.

Jess was gone. And Sharonda? Sharonda was just getting started.