She Waits.

There's a fleeting moment after you shout where you're quite tense, fortunately, she seems to have heeded your call. She sits there smiling, and staring, leaving the room in relative silence. You sigh heavily, then run your fingers through your hair.

"I was worried you were actually going to do it..." you murmur.

She merely continues to stare and smile silently. Then her face breaks into a much larger smile.

Something silken and black glides across your face and swings into view. You brush it aside deftly, but the wavy locks fall right back into view.

"Hair!" You realize. "My hair!"

You grab a handful, and hold it up for your eyes to confirm what your mind already knows. She hadn't been silent those fleeting moments, you just couldn't hear the words she was speaking. You couldn't notice the magic being cast! Even as the thought dawns on you, you find your long tough hands growing softer, and more slender.

"No!" you cry out, and leap towards her, but both actions betray you. Already your voice is piping and cute, and you stumble forward in your actively changing body. Your face lands flat on the couch before Erica, and you grunt as your nose is squished into the cushions. Before you have time to act, you feel slender fingers with long nails gliding through your hair. The hand passes through your hair, sending shivers across your skin, then deftly cups your chin, and turns your face up. Erica's sticky cum flows only inches from your face.

She tosses her tights in a clean swift motion, and she pulls a tampon free of her snatch, letting her sticky cum drip freely. Again her fingers return to combing your hair back and she coos.

"There's no problem now~" She titters. "So relax and enjoy yourself."

You want to cry out in defiance over what she's done. You want to sit up and wrestle for the gem. Eve part of you wants to escape to privacy and explore your new body... But that smell.

You breath it in deeply, then stretch your tongue out like a parched beggar **** for a drink. You slide closer, vaguely feeling the sensation of your breasts sliding across the cushion, and bury yourself in her muff. You lap like a dog, eager to clean up every salty drop that's already dripped free, and as the seed fills your mouth, you gulp it down greedily.

A prisms of colors fill your vision. Your face tingles with delight then goes numb. A fire rolls across your skin, and the world fades to naught. Somewhere distantly, you perceive the sounds of a wanton slut moaning into the air. Somewhere you feel a strange constriction as your face is pulled into that wonderful aroma. You nibble lightly at your fleshy prison, then dive your tongue deeply into that tight slit. Every lick rewards you with another wash of light and delight. Vaguely you feel your mouth being guided somewhere... to a small little nub slathered with cum. You lick it voraciously, then suck on it gingerly. As you continue you begin to hear another cry fill the air. The moaning of another woman.

Erica...

The name returns to your mind with a flurry of emotions, but amidst your delight it means nothing more than that. All that matters is milking that wonderful seed from the hot plump flesh before you.

Time passes, and you begin to rut against the couch dive deeper. Again time passes, and you hear that other voice erupt into a rapturous cry. A firm hand grips your hair, and pulls you back. That voice, now breathy pleads, "Stop... I-I need a moment."

That doesn't mean much, and you tug against the fist holding your hair. It doesn't matter that it hurts your scalp. It doesn't matter that the voice is telling you to wait. All that matters is a few moments later, you're let free again, and return to that paradise.