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Chapter 5

What's next?

The necklace merges them together

Once their lips touched, the necklace went straight to work. Scott hugged the girl tight. She gave out a soft moan, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Giving in, Scott pressed his raging member against her abdomen. The smoothness of her skin appealed to his touch. They closed their eyes. Their focus right now, is at each other.

The necklace played with his desires and wishes. He wanted a better and stronger body, and a girl that he can hug and touch. He moaned into her mouth as the merger started. He took his hat off. The girl combed his hair with her delicate hands.

Their bodies became puttylike. Scott's arms submerged into her back, as did hers on his shoulders. The color of their skin and clothes bled out and mixed with each other. Swirls of an olive skin tone appeared. Scott's legs absorbed the girl's shorter ones, creating a new pair that were slimmer and stronger.

Scott’s member was sucked into her body, lining up within the lubricated inner walks of her sex. They shuddered, feeling each other’s pleasure. As their hips met, Scott's butt grew outward just a little. The girl pushed her chest against Scott's meager one. Their swimwear tops connected, wrapping them up like a cocoon.

Scott's lacking shoulders became narrower. Slender arms emerged the single torso. Smooth hands caressed the waist, moving upwards towards the chest. Scott and the girl moaned once again. Their voices echoed inside their mouths. Scott pushed into the girl's face. Hair on both their heads grew and shorten until they were the same length. Soon, a single girl stood in their place.

She tilted her head up at an angle. Her dark brown shoulder length hair splayed, unveiling a cute and attractive face. Her healthy pink lips was dying to be kissed. She parted them to reveal clean and white teeth.

She was breathing heavily, as if she was holding her breath. The necklace rested in between her breasts, a perfect size C. Her nipples poked against a faded orange crop top bikini. Short sleeves contoured just pass her shoulders, while her matching bikini shorts did the same to her thighs.

The smell of her shampoo captured her attention. With a deep breath, she lowered her head. She blinked, flashing her deep blue eyes.

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