A little downstairs growth (TG / TF)

Amy awoke floating in pillowy luxury.

She eased her eyes open, taking in the beautiful bedroom suite and moved around in the sensual, crisp white sheets. Despite her comfort, her whole body ached. Like she'd been at the gym most of the week. But she knew she hadn't.

She remembered having a shower - her pussy clenched happily as she recalled the dildo again - and then...

She realised that she couldn't remember heading to bed.

Amy stretched and stood up, resolving to press on with the day. The issue of her memory could be put aside for now. She'd ask Sam if he could give her a lift to the next town and find a way to pay him back for the hospitality.

Clothed and a little less sore, Amy made her way through the manors many corridors. Footsteps lost in thick carpet gave the vast halls an eerie atmosphere; a stark contrast from the bedroom and linen she should have stayed curled up in. Turning left onto an upper landing and recognising the main lobby at the bottom, Amy could her the faint but distinct morning rattle of a kitchen echoing from a far corner of the lower floor. Her stomach grumbled as she realised that she hadn't eaten in what felt like an age.

Descending the stairs and turning towards the noise, Amy peaked her head round the door, and her eyes widened.

Sam stood side-on at the kitchen counter while an unknown porn-star of a woman was on her knees before him; her nose pressed into his pubis. She pulled back slowly, moving her falling blonde hair aside, moved her head around to work his thick cock, then slowly slid her tightly locked red lips back down his shaft. His manhood bulged her throat with ease as her nose pressed into him again and stayed there.

Amy watched transfixed. The blonde held Sam's hard cock at the hilt effortlessly, until eventually he let out a satisfied breathy moan and she dutifully repeated the sensual act. She again held the entirety of his cock in his mouth. Amy's gaze wandered down and lingered on the blonde's tight black and white maid outfit, and her flawless ample bosom spilling out over the top of it. Her breasts jiggles slightly as she pulled back to pleasure his cock head around her mouth again, and Amy suddenly had to suppress a gasp. Her fingers had at some point found her sensitive nub. She bit her lip, too far gone to pull her hand out of her panties, and as her breathing quickened, Sam spoke.

"Enough for now babe, we have a guest."

He turned to look straight at Amy, who froze solid. Wide eyed and embarrassed and racking her mind think of how to apologise, her eyes grew wider as the blonde let his cock fall out of her mouth and slowly stood straight, revealing a straining tent in her underwear and a very visible rock hard erection underneath.

Amy couldn't look away. The straighter the blonde stood the more prominent her arousal became. Her breasts pressed into Sam as her tenting boner slid between his legs and teased his balls.

Amy stood at the kitchen door, hand in her waistband, shocked. She tried to stammer out an apology for having caught something so intimate.

"Uh... I... Wh.."

Sam raised his hand and clicked his fingers. She froze again as the memory of last night drifted back.

I am a God

Sam walked towards her, stuffing his cock back into his pants as he did, blonde in tow. As he passed Amy she felt herself become a little less weighty - she had risen off the ground. With no control as she levitated along behind the couple, she involuntarily followed suit as they entered the living room he had offered Amy tea in less than 12 hours earlier.

"Still no manners I see. I was going to let you off on your way today with no memory of what this place actually is, but I guess you need a proper lesson. One in not touching yourself inappropriately I suppose. I should have you addicted to that dildo. That would be funny."

Amy didn't know what to think. She'd had no memory of last night until he'd clicked his fingers. Now she was floating like an ornament in his living room with her hand down her panties. Last night played in her head, fresh to her as it was. She had experienced pleasure she never thought possible. Her entire body a lustful fire. Left trembling and sweaty and tear stained. All without him touching her.

Sam and his shemale friend sat on the couch in front of Amy. He cocked his head as if judging her.

"You'd have thought your body got enough pleasure last night, ha ha."

Sam suddenly lent over to the blonde. Her panties vanished and he carelessly took her still-hard cock in his mouth and sucked deep.

As Amy watched this spectacle she felt her finger slowly move by itself over her engorged clit. She tried her damnedest to buck away but whatever force held her would not budge. She felt so humiliated yet so horny. It was already too much. A sudden rush of cool air hit her as her clothes fell away, landing in a heap below her feet. As her finger kept working her into a frenzy, she felt to her horror the other hand move round to her backside. It rubbed her butt-cheeks sensually, then slid a finger into her ass. She tried to stop it, to pull her hand back and tighten her back passage. Both were futile. Her ass relaxed itself and her finger slipped in easily.

Sam pulled himself from his lover's cock with a pop and relaxed back in his seat.

"It's always the same you know. If people would simply mind their place they'd never know my power. As it is..." Sam shrugged and smiled.

"Bonnie here expressed some very homophobic views when her car broke down outside. Just think darling, you'd be back in back in the highlands right now if you'd kept your tongue. I do enjoy you though."

Amy looked fearfully at the blonde, smiley girl with the huge throbbing erection. She could just make out a look in her eye behind everything else. Terror. Bonnie was still in there. Just then Amy felt an orgasm building, as her fingers played her body like a fiddle. She tried to keep her composure but it was hopeless.

"You know what, your body did get enough pleasure last night."

Amy's fingers stopped abruptly. She was so close! No, Thank God. She didn't know anymore.

"Thank God indeed."

Amy's horror renewed.

A mischievous smile spread across Sam's face.

"I know..."

Amy's arms flew back as her hips were thrown forward, her face pointing towards the ceiling. Her glistening pussy began to tingle. She was blushed red and filled with red hot lust. The tingle spread to her clit as her pussy seemed to squirm on it's own, clenching and stretching and dripping her wetness. She felt a tension. Her muscles tensed and she felt it more. As the tension grow a weight came with it. Heavy, powerful, and she felt her sexual needs rise more and more. God she needed to cum.

"That should do it."

Sam stood up and walked over to Amy's helpless, sweating, exhausted form. He tapped a finger on something and Amy felt the new weight bounce. He'd given her a cock! She looked down, and over her breasts she could see a rock hard, angry red dick. Large and thick and already slick with her precum. Her full testicles swung freely. The cool air blowing through the room teased her new sensitive head. She wanted to cry. She wanted to cum. God she wanted to cum.

Sam bounced her cock again with his finger and laughed.

"Where are my manners? I should let you see your new appendage properly."

Amy's body straightened back up and a mirror appeared in front of her. Sam stood to her side, placed his hand on her cock and stroked. Slowly. Amy thought she'd faint. She mentally pleaded to be allowed to cum. She was so close and so frustrated. She felt her dick get harder and harder as she was masterfully edged closer and closer to release.

Sam let go and Amy internally screamed.

"No, I think last night was definitely enough. I'm not done yet anyway."

Amy's lust fought with her fear. What was this psycho going to do to her?

Without warning a smokey black form crawled it's way around Amy's hips, merging at the base of her dick and quickly engulfing it. Amy's mind was racing in a hormonal haze. Please, fuck! She felt the form snake under her balls, cupping them before the smoke shrank and hardened. It pushed Amy's throbbing erection painfully; down until the form forced her to go flaccid.

Amy looked again at the mirror. It was a chastity cage. A small black chastity cage with no lock. She was overwhelmed as she watched it turn hot pink.

"Well, I'd love to keep you here Amy but I'm kind of running out of space, and you weren't half as bad as say, Bonnie here, so I suppose you should get to at least go home."

Amy barely heard Sam. She was dumbstruck, flexing her new cock in her new cage. It was extremely tight, and she was still extremely horny. Bonnie walked up beside her with a look of pure giddy joy, and cupped Amy's balls. It felt exquisite, and in that moment she found herself unashamedly jealous of Bonnie's perpetually hard monster. She wanted to have an erection again.

Amy only took stock of what Sam was saying as she was being escorted to the door. Home? She came to her senses in a flash.

"The fuck did you do?! Wha.."

All of a sudden she had her clothes on again.

"I might take the cage off if you find your way back. Bye!"

Sam pushed Amy out the door and Amy swung around. She wanted to say something. To punch him. To plead. To.... anything.

The sound of an early morning city assaulted her ears as Amy stood in disbelief at her own front door.