We walked in through the door of my apartment. I was walking with the confident swagger of a woman who is about to get what she wants. You followed behind, intimidated by me, but also absolutely entranced by my body and my attitude. Without looking back, I beckoned you forward with one finger, bidding you to follow me to the couch. I dropped my jacket and purse on the floor, leaving me wearing only my short black dress. I turned and dropped down onto the couch, pulling my skirt up on my left leg.
“Strip,” I said simply, my fingers playing across my thighs.
I watched as you awkwardly stripped all of your clothes off and let them fall to the floor. In your haste to comply, you didn’t even notice that I somehow removed my black panties without pulling them down my legs or ripping them.
“Now get on your knees and worship me,” I said as l lifted my shirt, exposing my dripping pussy.
You dropped to your knees and crawled to me, putting your hands on my thighs and leaning your head between my legs. Your lips met mine and I heaved a sigh, my hands slipping into your hair, holding you gently in place. As you started working with your lips and tongue on me, your body started to reduce in size, but as of yet you didn’t realize it. I basked in the pleasure that you provided, smiling to myself as I watched you shrinking.
As you worked your lips over my hungry pussy, you realized that I was getting bigger, eventually my slit was as large as your head. You paused for a moment, but then you sigh and dive back in again. You didn’t know why, but nothing happening to you was of any interest.
Your body continues to shrink and smooth, your arms and legs retreating into yourself. Soon your mouth closes as well as your nose, your body no longer responding to your commands. At the same time, you continue to shrink and your head slips completely inside of me. The wet, warm darkness envelops you. By now you are no larger than a doll, your arms and legs barely more than nubs along the side of your smooth, cylindrical body.
I hold your body in my hand now, pressing your body into mine, first your shoulders, then your chest, all the way to your waist. You are now nothing more than a passenger on this adventure. My pleasure rises quickly, drawing sexual energy from your transformation. Soon I scream my orgasm to the room shamelessly, ramming you in and out of myself.
I smile and pull you free of my pussy. You look around, wondering how you can fit in your hand so easily and why you can’t move. I smile at you and take you to the sink in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, you see that I hold nothing but a realistic, veiny dildo in my hand.
“Welcome to your new home,” I said as I rinsed you off in the sink…
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