Yesss please

Roman leaned back on the bed, legs spread wide, eyes locked on me like he already owned me.

My boyfriend guided me between them, his hands warm on my waist, steadying me as I crawled onto the mattress. I was already trembling—half from nerves, half from need.

Roman reached out, his hand wrapping easily around my chin, tilting my face up to his.

"You still sure, little one?" he asked, voice a low growl.

I nodded, breath catching in my throat. “Yes, sir.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

I lay back as they moved around me—my boyfriend kissing down my chest, Roman watching like a predator with patience. Their hands slid over me, exploring everything I had become. And under their touch, I felt it starting again.

That slow, warm, glowing sensation.

The change.

It pulsed through me as Roman hovered above, his huge frame making me feel even smaller. My boyfriend held my hands, whispering encouragement in my ear as Roman lined himself up and pushed inside.

I cried out.

The stretch was intense, deeper than anything I'd felt, but laced with pleasure so bright it made me shiver. And with every slow thrust, that warmth in my body grew.

I felt my limbs soften further, the bed seeming bigger beneath me. My boyfriend stroked my cheek, murmuring how beautiful I looked, how perfectly I was taking it.

Roman grunted above me. “You’re getting tighter, baby.”

I gasped. I was.

Not just tighter—but smaller.

The room shifted around me subtly. The weight of Roman's body above mine felt heavier. My legs curled further up against my chest, and my hands in my boyfriend's looked daintier, more delicate.

I moaned louder, overwhelmed by sensation.

Roman gripped my thighs and pounded deeper. My boyfriend kissed my temple, voice low and sweet.

“You're shrinking for us, babe. Look how tiny you're getting.”

I could feel it—my head barely reached the pillows now, my hips smaller in Roman’s grasp, my chest rising and falling faster with every thrust. The change made every nerve sing.

And I loved it.

I loved how helpless I felt under both of them. How much they filled the space around me. How completely I was theirs.

Roman didn’t slow. He took me like he owned me, grunting with each stroke, while my boyfriend whispered filth in my ear, guiding me to the edge.

I came first, hands gripping the sheets, back arched, body trembling.

Then Roman followed—deep, long, claiming thrusts—and finally let go, growling low as he spilled inside me.

I collapsed between them, dizzy, aching, glowing.

And smaller than ever.

When they held me after, one on each side, I curled into their arms.

Tiny.

Satisfied.

Exactly what they wanted.

Exactly what I wanted to be.