A Taste Test (1/2)

The dining room was bathed in late afternoon sunlight, soft and warm. The table was set beautifully, a picture-perfect display of folded napkins and polished glassware. As Brian leaned over to arrange the cutlery, his girlfriend, Megan, leaned back in her chair, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She admired her handiwork—not the table, but him.

It all started because of his mouth.

Megan rolled her eyes at the memory: Brian’s crude, constant requests for blowjobs had gone from mildly annoying to outright disgusting. “What’s the big deal?” he’d sneered one night, lounging back on the couch with that infuriating grin. “If I were a chick, I’d be on my knees every time my partner wanted it. It’s not that hard.” His dismissive tone and the smug shrug that followed made her stomach turn.

Megan had stared at him, her irritation boiling over into something darker. That was it. That condescending little comment had sealed his fate.

She had considered dumping him right then and there, but Megan was never one to leave a challenge unfinished. Instead, she’d decided to test his smug little claim—by turning him into the kind of woman he so carelessly described.

Brian, of course, didn’t notice. That was part of the fun. He didn’t realize why his face seemed softer in the mirror these days or why his chest felt strangely sensitive, as though something were swelling beneath the surface. Megan’s nightly "guided relaxation" tapes whispered ideas into his mind while he slept, blurring his awareness of the changes creeping through his body. Hormonal supplements in his morning smoothies softened his skin and gave his budding curves a natural flourish. And Megan? She enjoyed every moment of his unwitting transformation, carefully applying lip gloss under the pretense of "covering a zit" or suggesting outfits like the floral apron he wore now, “just to keep clean.”

But Megan had been waiting for one specific sign. She needed proof that the most daring part of the conditioning had taken root.

“Hey, Bri,” she said casually, picking up a banana from the fruit bowl and handing it to him. “Here, have a snack while you finish setting the table.”

He took it, peeling it open as he wandered over to the chair across from her. Megan tilted her head, watching him with amused curiosity. “You know,” she said, her tone dripping with feigned innocence, “it’s funny how much a banana looks like a…” She paused, letting the implication hang in the air.

Brian laughed, shaking his head at the absurdity of her comment. But as his gaze drifted back to the banana in his hand, his laughter trailed off. He turned it over, inspecting it as if for the first time. Megan didn’t say another word, just waited. Her heart thumped as she watched something shift behind his eyes.

He raised the banana to his lips, almost hesitantly at first. Megan held her breath as he took a slow, deliberate lick along its length. Then, as if a switch had flipped, Brian’s hesitation vanished. His lips parted, and he began to work the banana with a fervor that was almost hypnotic to watch.

His tongue swirled around the tip before he took it deeper, his head bobbing with a rhythm that looked unnervingly practiced. Megan couldn’t hold back her grin as he adjusted his grip, angling the banana for easier access, his cheeks hollowing with effort. A quiet moan escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered shut, completely lost in the moment.

Then, to Megan’s utter delight, he pushed himself further. His hand slid down to steady the banana as he opened wider, forcing more of it into his mouth. He gagged lightly but adjusted, his determination clear as he tried again, taking nearly the entire length this time. Megan’s eyes widened, watching in amazement as he pressed forward until the banana all but disappeared between his lips.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, his lips glistening as he gasped softly for air. A string of banana pulp clung to the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away with his thumb before sucking it clean without a second thought.

Megan bit her lip, doing her best to stifle a laugh. “Wow, uh… you really enjoyed that, huh?” she said, trying to sound casual.

Brian blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. “What?” he said, looking down at the remnants of the fruit. His cheeks turned red. “I—I was just… eating it.”

“Right.” Megan smirked, her mind racing with possibilities. The conditioning had worked perfectly. She’d wanted proof, and now she had it. That insatiable urge she’d planted in his mind was finally surfacing, and it was glorious to behold.

As Brian went back to setting the table, his movements a little flustered, Megan’s grin widened. She couldn’t wait to take things to the next level.

But for now, she’d savor this victory. Watching him sway slightly as he walked, his budding curves outlined perfectly in that apron, she could hardly contain her excitement.

Soon, she thought, her gaze lingering on him. Very soon.