Like A Sextoy—Literally

Blaze pulled out hands and cock...and Lois Lane tried to groan in protest.

Except she couldn't.

Her mouth was stuck open, as in the very act of moaning for cock. Her tongue was stuck against the bottom of her mouth...and that was when Lois realized that she couldn't move. Her entire body had locked up...and then she felt Blaze's hands press against her.

The reporter struggled to comprehend what happened next. Her eyes were stuck open, and unable to blink Lois could actually see the bathroom appear to grow larger around her. Felt Blaze's hands press against her naked body; the dickgirl squeezed and squeezed, and the room seemed to get bigger and bigger...but Lois knew it was something different. The nasty floor wasn't rushing up to meet her, the empty roller for the bathroom tissue wasn't the size of her arm.

She was shrunk...frozen...and though Lois couldn't see it, she could feel how her arms and legs were pressed smoothly into her body. The dickgirl molded Lois like some particularly plastic and responsive clay, and only two parts of Lois Lane remained the same size and shape.

Which Lois realized when she felt Angelica settle on the toilet. Her fingers snapped, and a mirror appeared on the back of the bathroom door...and Lois stared forward in mute horror to see the living sextoy she had become. Only about thirteen or fourteen inches high, arms and legs atrophied, her pussy and breasts had retained their original size, and so now looked obscenely huge on the reporter's diminutive, almost tubular form.

Like a living fleshlight.

Blaze gripped the reporter with both hands. Her index fingers toyed with the reporter's tits, which stood out huge and floppy by comparison to her shrunken body.

"So...pussy or ass?" Blaze mused aloud...and rubbed the head of her cock from one hole to the next.