This choice: a pair of shorts that *just* might stretch to fit her hips • Go Back... Your mind is a tangle of confusion as her eyes scan you, your weightless body fluttering with every imperceptible twitch of her fingertips.
"Come now, Mike, I thought you were a observant boy. Don't think I never noticed you watching me," she giggles coquettishly. "Surely this isn't too hard for you to understand." You try to move, but the best you can do is tighten yourself slightly. Still, your instincts demand escape; you put all your mental energy into prying yourself from her grasp. For a moment, you think you succeed... but as you fall, her smirking face reveals that your herculean efforts had no effect on her dropping you.
Your fabric body crumples as it touches the hardwood flooring, but your face is left staring at the ceiling. Jeanie looms over you, once again bending to peer over the shelf of her breasts. She gives you a wink, and you watch as her thumbs hook the waistband of the shorts she's wearing. Her body wiggles, making the enticing flesh of her curves wobble as the shorts begin their descent down her legs. Despite your situation, you're almost salivating at the display above you; only in your wildest dreams did you imagine Jeanie revealing her body to you in such a purposeful way. Little by little, her pelvis comes into view: first a neatly trimmed patched of pubic hair, then a tease of her labia, and then finally her whole pussy is revealed. Her breasts part and swing overhead within her tank top, and she stares at you with a sultry expression while her shorts finally fall past her knees and land around her feet. She steps out of them... and lifts you up. You'd forgotten what she'd changed you into! Surely she can't, won't wear you?
"I can, and I will," she says with a smirk. For a brief moment you're face-to-face with her womanhood, but then you're lowered so her feet can enter you.
As you're pulled up her legs, you realize she never turned you around. The top of your head collides with a ceiling of flesh, but then a pair of tugging fingers pull you out and up. Your face expands as her body fills you, your cheeks feeling as if they're full of jelly. Then, finally, she lets you snap around her waist, symbolically sealing your fate. Your vision whirls around until you're staring at the fishbowl, or rather, your reflection in it. For a moment you're caught up in taking in her magnificent ass, but then you notice the goldfish staring back at you from within. Its eyes watch you intelligently, as if it wants to speak, but the voice of your new owner calls down from above.
"You hug me in all the right ways, Mike. You wanted to please me, and I admit, you're well on your way. I hope you're as pleased as I am."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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