An adorable lil' fuck doll.

You feel your little love doll nursing on your neck and it makes you feel so sexy...so slutty...so soft and supple and surrendering. You cum inside her, already crying out like a baby bird even before your body begins to shrink and soften. You feel your cock grow even harder and huger and hungrier inside Annabelle. You feel your ass bulge into a cute little bubble butt. Your waist shrinks Barbie doll thin and your hips jut out as well as your modest C- cups which look embarrasingly oversized on your small frame.

You had been so worried about the transformation. The thought of your bones shrinking and body swelling sounded excruciating, not to mention horrifying. Now that it's actually happening, you wish you hadn't waited so long. You don't feel any pain nor an ounce of fear. Instead you feel all encompassing warmth as if your were wrapped in an electric blanket...no...it's like you are the blanket, the chrysalis and butterfly all in one, and by the time you have transformed there is no worry left, only a beautiful doll looking at her cute counterpart with loving, lusty eyes.

Annabelle finally recovers from her ravished reverie and the full wieght of your 'make over' hits her. "Oh...I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't mean to maMMPH MMM SHLPP." You silence your love doll with an even deeper kiss than moments before. She doesn't take long to kiss you back and grope your baby soft butt. Her tongue slips so far down your throat that it tickles your tonsils and lights up naughty new nerve endings deep in your hungry hole. You giggle gurgling around her tongue at how quickly things change. It's your first seconds as a sissy slut, and you're already craving a cock.

The old you would die of shame, and you suppose he did. There's only an echo of embarrassment as you pull your dreamy doll off your cock and slide your lips around her spurt slimed shaft. It's a whisper from a ghost, leaving a faint, fetching flush on your cheeks but not dampening the swell of pride you feel when you nurse a needy moan from her spongy, sweet sticky cockhead. She stands before you, so frail and feminine, her whimpers so needy and urgent and addictive. You wonder how you could ever felt shy or conflicted about swallowing her sweet shaft.

Now there's no point in being coquettish with her cock in your mouth. No use being anything other than hungry harlot you are. You want to make out her cock lips for hours, but there will be time for romance after you've pounded a few throatgasms using her dick for a dildo and taken a few dozen pony rides on her pretty pole. You still see her face torn between desire and and despair, so you reassure her between bobs up and down her pretty prick, "No GLUH GUH need to SHLLP say SUCK sorry. And LICK call MMPH me GUG GUH GLUG Brandi!"

"Oh...Brandi! Thank OOH you! I'm MOAN so NNG glad we WHIMPER can share EEE this NNNG now!" Annabelle runs her fingers through your fine, flowing hair and you've never felt prouder of any accomplishment in your hum drum life. Her cock stretches your throat, sending sublime signals from your new nerve endings coursing with eroticity through your body, and you realize that you no longer have a gag reflex holding you back. You finally feel her fruity foot fill your hungry hole, hitting an OMG-spot behind your tonsils and milking thick ropes of sticky spurts from your untouched cock and finally allowing you to lap at her soft sack with your eager tongue while you massage her meat with your quivering throat.

"Sorry! Sorry! It's UNH UH UH too...I'm NGG NNNGGGG gonna...EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Annabelle is so adorable when she's apologizing, but she's even more captivating when she loses control and starts face fucking you fiercely and cumming down your climaxing throat. It's like getting **** by Strawberry Shortcake...only sweeter and sexier and strangely more romantic. This Annabelle too. She is the syrupy sweet, serenely submissive, shy yet sexually charged short stack, but she is also the perversely playful, puny yet powerful, and the pretty petite princess with a prick that can't stop pounding once she gets pulsing and pumping. You love all the splendor and surprises she keeps hid away in her tiny little package, and you hope you can keep her equally enthralled with your own cute complexities. She certainly is enjoying exploring your depths, if the gallons of gurl goo she's pumping down your thirsty throat are any indication.

You can't believe you ever pondered a future without her dreamy, delicious load on your tongue. It's like this piquant, slightly sweet, lusciously layered flavor with a hint of umami . You could eat it every day and never get sick of it. Which is for the best, because from the way Annabelle is panting with her tongue lolling lovely, you imagine she will never get sick of you sucking her gourmet goop from her savory straw. You feel overwhelmed with joy at all your deliciously decadent discoveries and wanting to share it with your living doll, you stand up and let her taste the last of her luscious leavings on your tongue.

You kiss like two stars colliding. Sizzling hot, starving, sucking kisses that are almost too strong to be contained in your moaning mouths. It melts away Annabelle's last lingering regrets and **** and she starts to explore your newborn bimboi body with her hungry hands. Every inch she touches feels like it is being awakened and aroused for the first time.

You shake your breasts against her hands and moan mindlessly as you feel the pleasurable pressure of ripe fruit ready to burst with bliss. Your nipples feel like two cockheads, hard enough to pierce her palms yet somehow more sensitive than your old spongy mushroom head was. Your skin sings against her slender, supple hands as you writhe against her. Your legs slide against each others like snakes in love, the frustrating friction feeling like it will start a fire any second. She finally finds your applebottomed ass, her fine fingers digging in deep on your femmey flesh. You feel a deep, dangerously alluring ache. You know what you need to fill it, and you are glad you have this dainty doll to use as a dildo anytime you get the itch.

Your heads spinning and your beautiful bodies following close behind, you push Annabelle back on the bed and crawl on top of her, not wanting to let go of her mouth with yours even for a minute. You grab her throbbing clit, already hard again and hungrier than ever as you aim it at your even hungrier hole. You savor a wet moan, sucking it off your pretty playmate's plump parted lips and feed both your aches as you lower your ample ass around her pulsing pole.

The moment her mushroom head stretches your rosebud you feel your aches disappear and a deeper desire fill you up. The first sparks of bliss feel like a raging forest fire compared to your hottest erotic experiences as a boi. The fire spreads quickly, burning away your asshole with inch after sweltering inch of hard, hedonistic heat, like you are being branded as Annabelle's baby...her pint sized pocket pussy with a baby face and a Barbie body. You are her really realdoll cum to life, and after her white hot iron melts you away, it remolds your hot hole into a wet pussy milking her manhood and climaxing and clenching harder than you ever dared dream was possible.

You are with with wave after wave of orgasmic overload. Like a minnow swept up in a tsunami, all you can do is hold on tight to Annabelle as you slam sticky and sweaty against each other, your bodies wrapped writhing and wet as your skin slides against each other and your tongue fucks her mouth as hard as she's pounding your pussy. Your cries of climax echo against Annabelle's as you feel like two halves of one heart, perhaps separated in a past life, after centuries of searching, you have finally joined together as one. Your heartbeat races hers with your chests crushed close and then you feel them catch up so that they are beating as one. One heart in two bodies cumming together as one, your eruption of ecstasy too powerful for your frail forms and you both shudder and spasm and finally break your kiss to cry out like newborn babies.

You melt on top of Annabelle, nothing more than a puddle of pleasure as your seed swirls with hers and you sigh, sated, "Okay...that's not bad for the first time...but I think we can do better than that." Your little teddy bear looks at you in stunned surprise and then giggles giddily as if just suddenly realizing that you now have your whole lives ahead of you to share and suck and savor and grope and giggle and grow and moan and melt and make out and so many things you haven't even thought of. This is better than a fairy tale ending. It is...