Give Lisa a makeover

Lisa’s chest heaved as Edward collapsed beside her, their sweat mingling on the rumpled sheets. She turned her head, her grey eyes glazed with post-coital haze, and stared at the marker lying innocuously on her nightstand. “That thing,” she breathed, “is fucking amazing.” Her fingers twitched toward it, then recoiled.

Edward chuckled, tracing idle circles on her hipbone with his thumb. “You have no idea.” The afternoon sunlight slanted through her blinds, striping their tangled limbs in gold. Lisa’s breathing slowed, her eyelids fluttering shut—until Edward reached past her, plucking the marker from the nightstand. Her eyes snapped open. “What are you—”

He pressed the tip on her belly. He wrote: CLEAN.

Lisa gasped as suddenly the sweat and cum on her body vanished. "You can do that too?", she asked.

Edward looked quite surprised himself. "Apparently I can."

Lisa looked into Edwards eyes. Just an hour ago, she could have never imagined sleeping with him. "Can- Can I try?"

Edward thought for a moment. "Sure. Do you want to write on me or yourself?"

She didn't hesitate.

Lisa's fingers trembled as she pressed the marker to her inner forearm. The ink pooled darkly as she wrote: HUGE TITS. The letters shimmered for a split second before her small breasts surged outward, heavy and full, her nipples darkening to a deep rose. "Holy shit!" She cupped the huge melons with both hands, her thumbs brushing over stiff peaks. "They're—they're perfect."

Edward watched, transfixed, as Lisa arched her back experimentally, the new weight making her gasp. Her fingers dug into pliant flesh, leaving temporary dents. "Want to do more?", Edward asked, feeling his cock twitching again, wondering if Lisa wanted to go for round two.

Lisa's breath hitched as she traced the marker down her thigh. She hesitated for only a second before adding: Huge ASS.

Lisa's gasp turned into a low moan as her hips widened, her ass swelling thick against the mattress. The sheets bunched under the sudden shift of her weight, the curve of her new silhouette casting shadows across the rumpled fabric. She rolled onto her stomach, laughing breathlessly. Her tits buried soft beneath her body and her ass bouncing like jelly in the air. "Fuck, it's like- like I'm made of marshmallows," she mumbled into the pillow. Edward's cock throbbed as he already placed it against her thigh.

"Can I?", Edward asked. He swallowed, reaching for the marker with shaking fingers. Lisa's eyes locked onto his, dark with anticipation. Edward exhaled sharply and wrote on her inner wrist: WET.

A slick rush soaked the sheets beneath her, her thighs trembling. "Oh god, oh fuck," she babbled, her fingers scrambling at Edward's shoulders. "It's! it's too much, it's-" Her words dissolved into a shuddering cry as Edward dragged his tongue up her inner thigh, tasting salt and musk and something inexplicably sweet.

The marker rolled from his grip as Lisa twisted beneath him, her bubbly ass jiggling, as his tongue traced around her lips. "YES!", she yelled out. "Put it in! I want to feel your giant cock in my big fat ass!"

Edward didn’t need to be told twice. His cock twitched against Lisa’s thigh, already slick with her arousal. He gripped her hips, the plush flesh yielding beneath his fingers as he positioned himself. Lisa’s fingers clawed at the sheets. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice ragged. “Don’t tease me.”

The first few inches went in quick. Lisa screamed against the pillow, qickly dissolving into a shuddering moan as Edward bottomed out inside her, her ass clenching around his girth like a vice. Lisa’s nails raked the sheets, her huge tits mashed against the mattress, her ass jiggling with each shallow thrust. “Fuck,” she slurred into the pillow, drool smearing the fabric. “Fuck, it’s so! ah! So much.”

Lysa screamed out, as Edward once again shot his load into her pussy.