She shrinks it.

Your focus to what is happening above you quickly fades as you bring all of your attention towards joyfully eating her out. After some moving around, some mumbled words, and a somewhat strange tingling feeling, Gabby rests back on your body.

Time begins to slip away as you explore every bit that your tongue can reach, you countlessly flick, lap, and lick away, your mind in a cloud of pure bliss. Her thighs squeezing your head hinted at when she was cuming, but even that you've lost count of. It's becoming clear to you that you'd be happy doing this all day, but suddenly she starts to get up.

"Oh my!" She says looking at you as she completely removes herself. "If you could only see your face, It's dripping wet."

Your appearance doesn't matter to you right now. All you care about is how cold it feels to have the room air hitting your face and how your mouth is starting to feel dry, as if no longer used to not having her added moisture.

"Wha-where are you going?" You ask, it now feels funny to talk.

"I'm going to get dinner, dear." She says "One of us hasn't been eating this whole time." She lets out a chuckle as she begins to walk away.

You lay there for a moment still awkwardly folded over the couch, staring at the ceiling as you catch your breath. Your eyes begin to drift down, suddenly stopping at your crotch. Strangely enough you don't notice anything at first, but it suddenly hits you that that's the problem, you don't see anything there. You suddenly find yourself panicking.

"GABBY!" You shout. You go to touch it but then realize that you can't move your hand, or any part of your body other then some slight head wiggling. "GABBY!!!!" You shout again.

"I'm here, I'm here, there's no need to yell." She says entering the room again.

"My dick!" You snap. "My dick is gone!"

"Oh is that all?" She says as she walks back into your sight line. "You men are always so dramatic over your little sticks." She leans in closer, moving her hand towards your crotch. "Besides, it's not gone, I just shrunk it down a bit." You still can't say that you see it, but you watch as her fingers pinch down on something causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you. "And it's rock hard." She says, wiggling her fingers around in a few more times before letting go.

"But-but why?" You ask, still more concerned about your cock than the fact that you can't move.

"How was I supposed to relax with that things prodding me in the back?" She asked "I even had to stop it from cuming when you climaxed so that goop didn't keep getting all over my neck. You were really enjoying yourself, weren't you.

You start to wonder how you didn't notice any of this, then you start thinking of her taste, and the feeling of licking her, and suddenly you find yourself wanting it all over again.

"It was simply the most practical move Honey." She says sweetly. "Now we can both enjoy ourselves."