Night Sweats

The girl was on all fours as Trevor pumped into her from behind. He wiped a bead of sweat off his brow then grabbed a firm hold of her ass. She panted beneath him, staring straight ahead with what Trevor knew was a glassy eyed stare. She felt amazing.

With sudden clarity Trevor knew that he was dreaming, although he didn't stop thrusting. The dream made sense. Much as he'd prefer not to think about it, the transformations earlier in the day had really turned him on. He'd gone to bed without taking care of it. He hadn't trusted his mind not to wander to those transformations while he jacked off. In the dream state though his will power was a little weaker and he fantasized freely while he fucked the woman in front of him.

He thought about his advisor becoming hot again. He thought about Riley's face being reshaped. He thought about Paige's asshole. He thought about Anna stuck for the rest of her life wearing a collar like the bitch she was.

With a start he realized that if he was dreaming then he could have sex with anyone he wanted. He could create the hottest woman he could imagine. Fantasizing was overrated.

He started with her hair. The girl had mid-length brown hair in straight, sweat-stained locks. He added a couple inches to its length and a few gentle waves.

Leaving her hair, he reached under her and grabbed her tits. They were modest B cups, which Trevor could appreciate, but he preferred them larger. As he thought about it they grew in his hands. He kept at it until they were comically large, dangling and jiggling below her in time with his pounding. Alright, not that big he thought with a laugh. He brought them back down until they were what he guessed were DDs. Then, he made sure they were unusually perky for their size. He felt her nipples between his fingers and in his grip they grew into satisfying little nubs. Perfect.

Done with her breasts he moved on to her waist. It curved inwards gently, but Trevor wanted it thinner. He put his hands on her sides and pushed, molding her until her curves fit his preference.

Trevor slid his hands even further so that he had hold of her ass. With a thought he made it bigger and firmer. When pulled them back he was left staring at a perfect bubble butt. As an after thought he made her hips just a little bit wider to match her enhanced backside.

As he worked she had taken over the job of fucking him. She pushed her sopping wet cunt back into him over and over. He looked down at where they met and realized he could do some work there too. He tailored her folds until had the prettiest pussy he had ever laid eyes on. Next he rested his thumb on her asshole, and when he pulled his digit away it was pretty and pink. For the last adjustment between her legs he slid his index finger over her clit. It engorged slightly and the hood retracted away, leaving it exposed. She moaned deep in her throat, apparently appreciating his work.

He was almost done with her now. He ran his hands over her thighs and narrowed them so that where she standing they wouldn't touch. Then, as the finishing touch, he added just a little bit of softness to her build.

By this point Trevor was unbelievably turned on. Reshaping her body tickled the exact itch he'd been dying to scratch all day. He was getting close, and it didn't hurt that she was now his literal dream girl.

He began pounding into the girl, harder and faster. The girls moans quickly began to escalate until with vibrating ecstasy she came, gushing over his dick.

Belatedly, Trevor realized he had shaped her vagina into the perfect sleeve for his dick. That, combined with her quivering muscles, was too much for him. Trevor pushed himself into her as deep as he could go, cumming inside her. The two shivered against each other with sheer bliss in what might have been the best orgasm of his life.

And then Trevor woke up.