Yes she does...

After breakfast, we didn’t bother getting dressed. Rachel pulled me onto the bed with a lazy smile, her body towering over mine, wrapped in nothing but confidence and hunger.

She kissed me slow, deep, and hard—pressing her body into mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. Her cock stirred between us, brushing against my thigh, already stiffening again.

“Lie back,” she whispered.

I did.

Rachel crawled over me, kissing down my neck, over my chest, then lower. Her lips found my thighs, my hips, then her tongue slid between my cheeks. I gasped, arching off the bed.

“You’re so soft here,” she murmured, spreading me wider.

Her fingers teased me first—slow and gentle. I was already slick, already open, like my body was inviting her in.

She took her time, letting me writhe beneath her touch, moaning into the sheets. Then she rose over me, her cock brushing against my entrance.

“I want to be inside you,” she said.

I nodded, legs trembling.

And then she pushed in.

It was slow. Deliberate. Overwhelming. Her thickness spread me open, filled me completely. My body clenched instinctively—and that’s when it began.

As she sank deeper, I felt it: a heat rushing through me, pulsing from the inside out. My limbs tingled, my skin burned—not painfully, but with a strange pressure, like something within me was waking up.

Rachel moaned above me, gripping my hips. “You feel different,” she whispered.

And I was.

My legs pulled tighter around her waist. My hips felt… smaller. My chest rose and fell faster. I looked down and gasped.

My body was shifting.

Subtly, then rapidly. My waist narrowed, my stomach flattened into sleek definition. My limbs thinned, but stayed toned. My skin was impossibly smooth. My ass—once swimmer tight—was rounder, higher, slutty.

Rachel paused inside me, eyes wide with lust. “You’re changing for me,” she whispered.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”

She fucked me slow but deep, her body commanding mine, her hands exploring every inch of my transforming skin. I moaned louder, voice higher, hips rocking against her.

And I could feel it.

My hole—soaked, sensitive, perfect—pulled her in greedily. Every thrust lit me up. I was so wet. So open. So **** for her.

And I was smaller. Shorter. My legs curled tighter around her back. My arms clung to her shoulders. She was bigger than ever—and I loved it.

My cock—still mine, but now small, sensitive, cute—rubbed helplessly against her abs as she pounded into me.

She growled into my neck. “You’re mine now. All of you.”

I cried out, body shaking.

And as I came, helplessly, Rachel drove deeper and deeper, filling me in every way.

I belonged to her.

Completely.