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Two weeks had settled the chaos into a bizarre new normal. The magic, it turned out, was remarkably accommodating. Gina discovered that with a focused thought and a surge of that same possessive warmth, she could release Rupert. The sensation was like a key turning in a lock deep within her pelvis; with a soft, internal pop, the connection would sever. Rupert would stumble away from her, whole and separate, gasping as if coming up for air.

He’d spent the first week of separation in a daze, wandering his sterile apartment, the silence feeling like a physical absence. The world was… distant. He missed the constant, warm pressure against his back, the feeling of being moved, of his needs being anticipated. He missed the deep, thrumming connection that made him feel… complete. So, when Gina had tentatively asked if he wanted to try "reconnecting," he’d agreed with an eagerness that surprised them both.

Now, their days had a rhythm. This particular morning began with Gina standing before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her renovated loft, Rupert pressed tightly against her front, his head resting between her breasts. They were connected, his body hers. A tailor, a remarkably unflappable woman named Beatrice who had seen it all, was kneeling before them with a tape measure.

“And a little more room in the seat, you said?” Beatrice mumbled around a mouthful of pins, her hands expertly measuring the extraordinary curve of Gina’s rear.

“Please,” Gina said, her voice a happy rumble. She flexed while Rupert’s arms, which were holding her waist, tightened in response. “We like to be active.”

The result of Beatrice’s work was a masterpiece of functional fashion. That afternoon, Gina wore it for the first time: a matching outfit of iridescent blue Lycra. It was essentially a windbreaker jumpsuit, form-fitting and sleek, designed to accommodate their unique silhouette with a special boob window that Rupert looked out from. A single, humanesque silhouette was formed.

Gina felt invincible in it. With Rupert connected, a solid, willing presence now held tightly against her, she laced up her 4 running shoes and hit the riverfront path. The fusion gave her run a powerful, unstoppable quality. Rupert’s legs moved in perfect sync with hers, their four legs pounding the pavement with a rhythm that was both alien and natural. She could feel his exhilaration mixing with her own—the burn in his lungs, the stretch in his muscles, all feeding back into her. It wasn’t tiring; it was energizing. Ten miles flew by.

Panting and slick with sweat, she spotted Taisha on a park bench, looking sculpted and radiant in running shorts and a tank top. Tai’s confident grin was pure Keisha’s, but the athletic spark in her eyes was all his.

“Looking good, G,” Taisha called out, her voice a warm blend of its components.

Gina, buzzing with endorphins and a sudden, fierce hunger, didn’t bother with words. She grabbed Taisha’s hand and pulled her toward the public restroom. Inside, she slammed the door shut and with a focused thought, Rupert's cock engorged.

Gina pulled the pants down as their shared penis popped out. The air was cool on her sweaty skin. She pushed Taisha against the tiled wall, their mouths meeting in a fierce, salty kiss. Gina unzipped the lower boob window zipper as her breasts came out and Taisha devoured them and Rupert. Gina lifted Taisha with ease, her new strength a permanent gift, and impaled her on the edge of a sink. The sex was athletic, frantic, a celebration of powerful, transformed bodies. Grunts and the slap of wet skin echoed off the concrete walls. Rubert testicles swollen with their shared seed slapped against Taisha making erotic wet noises.

Rupert felt Gina's release coming as his balls tightened and a massive, long intense explosion hit inside Taisha. Afterward, as Taisha left on weak legs with a sated smile, Gina turned to Rupert. He was in a post-coital daze, and he melted against her, Gina then replaced their clothes and walked out, hugging theirself. Gina pulled the folded paper from her pocket and eased Rupert to consciousness. She asked if they could seal their relationship by turning in the marriage license. He said absolutey yes as she used his hand to sign. She then folded it away and within an hour Gina was walking outside the courthouse married.

They walked home as the sun set, a single entity in a shimmering blue suit. They picked up takeout, ate with a four-handed coordination that was now second nature, and slow-danced their first married dance in the living room to their song. Gina operated both bodies, swaying gently, her head resting against Rupert’s. For Rupert, enveloped in her warmth, feeling every minute shift of her muscles, there was no more perfect place in the world. He was no longer just a passenger; he was part of the journey.