The two become closer… literally

Chanel slept soundly through the night, tired from the sex but still dreaming of it. When morning broke, she found herself woken not by the golden light bathing her eyes from the un-shuttered window, but from her husband cupping her tits and pressing his cock against her wet pussy. She felt wetness around her thigh and she realized she must have soaked the bedsheets during the night. Was that what had coaxed her spouse to cling so sensually to her, or was it the book?

“Good morning sleepyhead, feels like you’re already prepared for me!”

Chanel gasped softly, she had tried to start a morning sex routine before, but it had never taken off. Was he really about to fuck her so early in the day, especially after last night? She felt his cock tuck itself between her thighs, already lubricated from her wet dreams, and she lifted a leg slightly to allow him through.

“Come on dear, let me see that beautiful face!”

She leaned forward, letting his member slide out from between her legs with a wet _schlorp,_ and felt a thin trail of precum splatter up her lower back as his dick flicked upwards. She rolled herself over to face him, smiling with anticipation, and met his similarly eager gaze.

They moved together, swiftly entrenching his cock in her feminine folds, and they both caught their breath. They started slow, rocking back and forth in unison, feeling every pulse and quiver within each-other. Their foreheads met, and then their lips, their tongues mingling and probing as his cock did within her. With the closeness came a welcome heat, which was almost intoxicating. They gradually quickened their pace, breath coming shorter and shorter as the pleasure built within them.

A thin layer of sweat laced their bodies and they rhythmically convulsed, making her hands slip across his back and up to his shoulders. She clutched him tightly, pressing him ever deeper within her as she panted in his ear.

Subconsciously, Chanel felt something shift. Though her mind was blissfully occupied, she knew deep down that something otherworldly was occurring. Had she bothered to slow herself enough to pay attention, she might have seen the start of what was to come.

Grant’s body was shrinking, almost imperceptibly with each thrust. He became gradually shorter, slimmer, thinner, until he was equal in scale to his wife - and then smaller again. She continued to clutch him to herself, not recognizing that she was slowly becoming the big spoon. He began to cave to her pull, bending his back backwards as she curled herself around his shrinking body.

Now only about 2~3 feet tall, the restraint seemed to leave him and he began to thrust into her hard and fast like a rabbit, accelerating with each pump. He and Chanel arched their backs as she began to howl and he let out a weak moan. Chanel roughly grabbed his shoulders and harshly pushed him down deeper into herself repeatedly, his back bending almost spastically to the point that the back of his head slapped against his juicy and bare little peach sized butt cheeks.

With her husband now the meager size of a child’s doll, Chanel’s pussy pulled at him. The sensitive flesh surrounding his cock convulsed and melted around him before painlessly fusing permanently around him. He was hers now, and his rolled back eyes glazed over as she pressed him against her cunt over and over. His belly fused with hers, and his arms and legs shriveled away as his head was **** bit by bit up his own back door. Tucked away from the world, Grant’s senses began to go dark, until Chanel’s vagina finished forging his new neural pathways and he suddenly felt everything just as though he were his wife’s sensitive, dripping snatch.

Chanel felt the switch click, and the flood of new sensations between her legs. She arched her back again, thrusting her fingers deep into her new cunt as she began to fingerfuck herself the final stretch, still lost in the moment. Grant felt her fingers **** themselves down his throat, forging a new rout out the back of his head and directly in his ass and out his dick, the entire route was stretched and roughly fingered as he felt himself welling up with cum, as did Chanel.

The fingering only lasted a few seconds before Grant and Chanel were at their breaking point. At once they both came, Grant’s balls tucked next to Chanel’s G-spot bucked and sent a squirt of cum directly into her womb, while the hot walls of flesh surrounding him quivered before the absolute deluge of girlcum blasted through him, out his ass, mouth, his butt cheeks which now formed her pussy-lips, and soaked the bed once more.