Red Kryptonite (#12)

Her pussy burned. It wasn't like the few times in her life she'd had eyes bigger than her slot, and tried to cram a dildo in that wouldn't fit. This was a weird, tingly sensation that seemed to flow out of her crotch, throughout her body.

Maria pressed whatever it was in deeper. Lois could feel it. There were edges...facets. Not sharp, but hard, like stone or glass. It wasn't a comfortable fit, and yet the woman was sawing it in and out, in and out of her twat, fucking her with it.

Every time it was in her, the tingle seemed to increase, to spread out...and her body was responding to it.

"Focus on the sensations, Lois." Maria said, that voice calm and reassuring. "Tell me what you feel."

"It tingles," Lois began, trying to put it into words. She cried out a little as Maria crammed whatever it is back into her pussy. "Every time you stick it in my, my cunt, it tingles, all throughout my body."

"Good...that's what's supposed to happen. But focus on your body Lois. Focus! What do you feel is happening?"

Lois didn't understand, since so much of her attention was currently on the thing being slid in and out of her channel—but as Maria said the words, she found she could focus.

"My body is still, limp. Like sleep paralysis, in that hazy half-awake period at night, when it feels too heavy to move...but there was movement. Not conscious movement. I'm not trying to move a muscle. But I can feel felt the material of the chair shift beneath the skin of my back, my arms.

"My arms. There is a sense of pressure about my arms. A sense of pressure about all of me. Like I'm being compressed. Without changing posture, I can feel myself slide down in the chair—and yet feel my legs slide up on the chair at the same time. It's as if I'm sinking into myself.

"My tits..." Lois stopped, a little shocked at the word.

"What is it about your tits, Lois?" Maria said.

"I can feel my tits on my chest. They didn't feel any different, but suddenly the weight of them is...more apparent. Why is that? What is going on with my body?"

"Nothing, Lois. Nothing is wrong with you," she felt a pair of fingers grab and twist her left nipple. "Or your perfect breasts. Everything has worked out just according to plan."

Lois felt the object in her cunt drawn out. The black cloth taken away from her face.

"Open your eyes, Lois. Look at yourself."

She did.

The chair had turned to face the dressing room mirror—and Lois saw herself, sitting in the too-large seat, like a child. No, not a child. Her head and face were mature, adult. Her breasts too had remained the same, not shrunk, although they looked bigger on her smaller frame. Her slick wet cunt, with the dark fringe of pubic hair, was clearly visible. But the proportions...she must be no more than three feet tall now. Arms and legs short, disproportional. She looked like...

"A little person," Maria breathed. "Short and stacked. Oh, he's going to love you."