She wants to show you how she feels.

Stacey led me back into the bedroom, her eyes burning with a mischievous glow. Once we were there, she turned and crossed her arms just under her modest breasts. "Finn, you love me, right?" She asked. "Uhhhh," you hesitate. "Yes? Of course I do." She nodded. "And in a relationship, there should be give and take, right?" You don't like where this is going. "Yes," you reply slowly. "I agree," Stacey said, nodding her head. "So you just took from me, using the marker to mess with my body." You glare at her, trying to look indignant. "Well, you wanted it. And you enjoyed it too." Stacey nodded. "True, true, but it's still unfair. I was totally passive for that last encounter." She flushed a little, then tightened her composure, her wide, trouble-maker's grin returning. "So since you wrote on me last time, I think I should get to write something on you this time." You nod. "I suppose that's fine."

You're not sure how you feel about this. On one hand, you're a bit weirded out. Stacey has never been so assertive, and certainly not in the bedroom. But at the same time, it's also quite arousing. To your surprise, your cock is now erect, hard as rock and twitching errantly. Stacey directs you to sit on the bed, then kneels behind you, stroking your bare back like it's a canvas. "You're being a real good sport about this," Stacey said, feeling your back muscles. "So how about this- I'll only write the same number of things that you did. Does that sound okay?" You nod, though you're not sure why she's asking this. You already agreed. Is she going to do something weird? Your stomach rumbles unpleasantly. You wonder if it's too late to back out.

"So, Stacey said, looping her arms around your neck, her b-cup breasts pressing up against your back. "What did you write on me when you turned me into a sex toy?" She said those last two words savagely, a tiny bit of anger creeping into her voice. However, the anger was just the icing on the arousal cake, as her syrupy tone indicated. She began to nibble on your ear as you struggled to remember and not focus on her womanly scent or the feeling of her soft breasts squishing against you. "I wrote 'Living Onahole', 'Elastic Rubber Flesh', 'Double-Sided' and some others. I think I shrunk you and made you completely limbless as well?" Stacey purred at that. "Five phrases? Finn, you spoil me." Then she removed her arms and began studying your back.

Your cock throbbed between your legs. Whatever she was up for, you were down for it. Then, she began writing. She scribbled something, then paused. "We'll save the rest for later." You go to respond, but then you feel the power of the Marker affecting you. A flush of warmth flows through your entire body and you gasp, your voice jumping an octave. "What did you change?" You ask, your voice getting even higher, before stabilizing. "Did you change my voice?" Then you realize the shape of your body has changed. You stop staring at the window by the night stand, mostly covered by the rolled down shades and look down at yourself. You find yourself staring at a pair of breasts. You jump. Did Stacey give you breasts? Then your eyes stray further down. You see yourself staring at a narrow waist, flaring hips and thick, creamy thighs. But it's the absence of something that alarms you most.

You scream, jumping to your feet. You run to the bathroom and stare into the mirror, shocked at what you find. Your usual masculine frame is gone. In the mirror, you see a cute blonde with short blonde hair that spilled down to your shoulders, a pair of C-cup(?) breasts and a nice, curvy body. You turn around, staring at Stacey, who waves to you, a smug smile on her face. "Stacey!" You yell. "What did you do? Are you gay?" Stacey laughs to herself. "You didn't give me a chance to finish, Finn. Come back over here." You cross your arms. "What did you write?" Stacey watched you for a second, then chuckled. "You look so cute when you pout." You stood your ground.

She groaned, then slouched back on the bed. "I wrote, 'Cute, Biological Woman'. Now come back over here- a deal's a deal." She grinned. "Plus, I'll make sure it feels really good." You turn back and look at yourself in the mirror. In for a penny, you think to yourself. You trudge over to the bed and sit obediently in front of her, your back facing her. "Fine, but make sure to change me back," you grumble. She sits up on the bed, now taller than you, and hugs you. "Of course I will. You changed me back, didn't you? Fair is fair." Then she sat back down and began to write.

Another surge of warmth passes through you, but this time it's focused on your chest. You look down at your nipples to see them bulge out as your breasts grow in size, like someone inflating a ball. Suddenly, your modest bust has grown to be worthy of a Victoria's Secret Catalogue. Stacey writes something else, but the warm rush gets lost in the first. Evidently, what she wrote just inspired her as she continued scribbling, writing up and down your back.

Finally, she stops. The warm feeling slowly fades as you look at yourself. Your breasts have certainly grown but other then that, things seem largely the same. Stacey sets the marker on the bedside table. "And for the record, I'm not into girls. At least, not girls other than you." She winked. Then she pats the bed next to her. "Come, sit down with me."

You slowly walk over there, butterflies filling up your stomach. You feel like you swallowed an entire observation nest. "I don't know if I can go through with this," you say as you lay down next to her. "Just try it," Stacey says, stroking the side of your face. Then she spreads her arms. "We'll get started with something simple. Let's cuddle." You shift over and let her wrap her arms around you. You must have shrunk a little, as Stacey's arms easily enclose yours, and as you move next to her, you see she's taller than you, though not by much.

But something strange happens as your breasts touch hers. The heat of them, and Stacey's stiff nipples, cause you to moan. The sensation sends ripples of pleasure through you, taking you totally off balance. You start to run, but Stacey traps you. "It's okay, Finn. Girls who aren't lesbians can spoon all night and it's no big deal. Though they're usually at least wearing underwear for it." You try to reply, but each time you breathe, the pressure on your chest shifts and new spasms of pleasure travel through you.

"I always thought that was weird, you know," Stacey continues, seemingly oblivious to the growing hardness of your nipples, and of the beads of sweat dripping off your inner thighs. No wait, you realize. That's not sweat. Your pussy is getting wet from the sensation of your breasts. You're burning with embarrassment, your face glowing to match the heat inside your belly. "Girls can do things that would get two guys branded gay. Isn't that funny?" Stacey asked, looking you right in the eye.

As she asks the question she pulls you onto her, pressing you to her chest. The pressure on your breasts sends new ripples of pleasure through your body. You're burning up and your pussy is drooling, dripping onto Stacey's leg. "Stacey smiles. "So, do you want to know what I did to your breasts?" You nod. She grabs the marker. "One second." She grabs it off the table and writes something on her arms, extending them around you and then up, so you can't see what she's written. All at once, she turns over in the bed and takes you with her, so she's suddenly over you. "First I wrote, 'DD cup breasts'," Stacey said, her tone sultry, "Then I put underneath it, 'Entire breast is as pleasurable as her nipples'."

You open your mouth to say something, but it turns into a scream as Stacey gropes your breast. You quake- every inch of your breast is radiating pleasure throughout your body. The fire inside you become an inferno and your pussy is now soaking your inner thighs, drops of your fluid beading on the top blanket of the bed. Stacey gropes the other one as well, doubling the sensation. You howl, thrusting your chest out, trying to get her to touch it all.

Stacey does so, squeezing your breasts with relish. Then, as your nipples harden enough to cut glass, she lowers her mouth to one and begins to suck. You freeze, swords of pleasure slicing through what sense you have left. Your nipple is encased in soft, warm wetness and it's heavenly. You feel a pressure in your hips. The fire grows to scalding temperatures, heating your juices. You can't!

The wetness in your pussy boils over, a tidal wave that swamps you. Stacey's lips clamped around your nipple takes you to paradise. You feel like you're flying, the only solid part of your body is your nipple, which has become the center of your whole body. You luxuriate in the feeling for as long as you can, but only your usual orgasm, it goes on and on. You wander through wild, unexplored hills of ecstasy, lost inside the world of the orgasm. All at once, reality swims in. Stacey is laying next to you, tracing circles on your stomach. "What did you do?" You manage to say. "I made your nipples as sensitive as your clit," Stacey replied with an evil grin. "Now, are you ready for round two?"