Fuck first.

The heat, lust, and excitement of it all gets the better of you. Soon you are made aware of their strength as they manhandle you into position. You are sitting on Tharen, his thick cock snugly in your ass, Borum makes you gag a few times till he too is all the way in. “There, do it now, latch the belt.”

Your fingers fumble a bit with the delicate lock. It clicks shut and it feels like their cocks swell inside of you, of course it is actually your body shrinking. They are held firm and both of them start cumming immediately.

Your chest swells to sexy C cups, your abs tighten, your hips and ass don’t shrink as much but your new hourglass figure takes shape. Then there is a new element you weren’t expecting, much like when you first arrived in this body of yours you sort of get a glimpse of someone else, as if you were becoming a new person. Though not as complete, you don’t see their last moments, just flashes from a life you haven’t lived.

You see this new you, a half elf, dark tanned skin, jet black hair, 5’2” under a hundred pounds to be sure, shopping at a market, sand blowing everywhere, dressed in fine yellow silk that wraps scarf like around the back of your neck then down across your breasts following the line of your ribs around your back where it meets together. A fine chain belt is around your waist from which hangs long flowing yellow silk front and back, a long skirt that leaves your legs bare. Your delicate feet in golden sandals. In the vision you, she, is shopping for a new revolver, it is long, old west style, peacemaker like. The vision shifts, a man, huge, 8’ tall maybe, with the head of a jackal, is rutting away, fucking you missionary style. You can feel the contempt for this man, hatred even, but this you is hamming it up, begging him for more, professing her love, he finishes, slumps off of her, she pulls a hidden small double barreled derringer.

The vision ends, cum fills your mouth and ass. You are lying on the floor, both of them looking at you with concern in their eyes. Tharen has a bottle of wine, “She’s waking up. Are you okay? Some wine.”

“Ugh, how long was I out?” You take the wine and drink a long drink.

Borum takes the bottle as you hold it out, “A couple of hours. You changed, which was awesome, you milked our cocks, magnificent, sorry, ya, then your whole body started glowing and this weird blue energy was crackling all around and some ghost like crystalline creatures were just hovering around you and your stuff, which changed I think, or they stole your rifle, it was really creepy. I wanted to stop them but they were like ghosts, we couldn’t even touch them. We just watched over you, I got you a pillow.”

You sit up, the pillow is red silk, a light blanket covering your body as well. “Thanks guys. I take it that’s not what you were expecting.”

They both shake their heads no. Tharen asks, “Um, so, still wanna fuck?”

Borum adds smiling, “Oh, and you are fucking gorgeous, just saying. You look a lot like princess Farrah, but she was human and I think you are like part elf now. Which is totally cool, but I don’t think the belt did that. I think the ghost guy did. But, ya, we still really want to fuck you now.” He almost seems nervous, like you intimidate him.

You stand up, they are now both basically a full foot taller than you, but they both sort of take a step back, they both seem frightened a bit.