Dreams and a morning of fun

The night was still. The air warm. Rachel slept behind me, one strong arm slung possessively across my waist, her breath slow and steady against the back of my neck.

I was tucked into her body, her cock soft but present between my cheeks, even in sleep claiming me.

And I dreamt of her.

The dream was soft at first—Rachel standing tall above me, her hand extended, fingers curled gently beneath my chin. She looked impossibly beautiful, her features glowing, her eyes filled with pride.

“You’ve become so perfect,” she whispered. “But you’re still changing.”

I felt warmth bloom beneath my skin, like sunlight. My limbs tingled, my body fluttered. I looked down at myself in the dream—my waist shrinking, my thighs rounding, my skin glowing like porcelain. My nipples grew more sensitive with each breath, my hole pulsed with need, and even my voice sounded sweeter when I gasped.

She circled me like a sculptor admiring her work. “You were made to be mine,” she said. “And you’re almost ready.”

She kissed my forehead in the dream—and suddenly I was bent over for her, hands braced on silk sheets. I couldn’t move, but I didn’t want to. I waited, trembling, as she stepped behind me.

“I’ll take care of you,” she whispered.

And I felt her enter me—slow, warm, perfect.

My dream-self cried out in ecstasy, feeling every stretch, every pulse, as if it were real. My body arched into her, my mind blank with pleasure. And even as the world shifted around us, as the bed vanished and stars filled the sky, Rachel stayed inside me, guiding me, holding me.

“You’re mine,” she said again.

I woke up gasping.

Rachel was still behind me, just as I left her, but now her cock was hard—pressing gently against me in her sleep. Her arms tightened slightly, pulling me closer.

I bit my lip and tried to breathe.

Everything still tingled. My chest. My thighs. My ass. My skin was smoother, even more sensitive. I had changed again.

I swallowed and closed my eyes, pressing back against her.

Rachel stirred.

And smiled in her sleep.

The second time I woke, it was to sunlight streaming through the window and Rachel’s soft breathing beside me. My body ached—in that pleasant, used-up way—but something felt… different.

A lot different.

I sat up slowly and the sheets slipped down my chest. I blinked.

My chest.

Where there had once been soft skin and sensitivity, now there were two small, perfectly shaped mounds—real, firm, and warm beneath my fingertips. I gasped, cupping them gently. They were full but not heavy, perky, and sensitive beyond belief. My nipples stiffened instantly as I touched them, a whimper catching in my throat.

My thighs brushed together differently too—thicker, softer, smoother. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and realized just how much smaller I was now.

The floor felt farther away.

I stood on shaky legs and padded to the mirror.

I didn’t recognize myself.

My face was rounder, cuter. My waist was impossibly narrow, hips wide and smooth. My ass was perfect—lifted, tight, and begging to be touched. My skin looked flawless, glowing like I had been airbrushed.

Even my tiny cock looked delicate now—barely more than a soft, twitching nub above smooth, hairless skin.

I was… a doll.

Rachel’s doll.

She stirred behind me, yawning. “Mmm… good morning, pretty,” she murmured sleepily.

I turned toward her slowly. Her eyes opened—and widened.

“Holy shit,” she said, sitting up. “You changed again.”

I nodded, trembling. “I… I look like—”

“You look perfect,” she whispered, sliding out of bed.

She walked toward me, tall and beautiful and radiant in the morning light. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, cupped my new breasts, and kissed my neck.

I gasped. My whole body lit up like fire.

Rachel growled softly, possessive and aroused. “You’re mine,” she whispered. “Every inch of you. And now I get to play with you all over again.”

I whimpered as she teased my nipples, my knees nearly giving out.

She caught me easily and whispered against my ear.

“Let’s start the day right.”

And I melted into her arms all over again.

Rachel’s hands slid over my new curves like she had been waiting her entire life to feel them.

“You’re incredible,” she murmured, guiding me back toward the bed.

I was still trembling, overwhelmed by the sensations rolling through me. Every brush of her fingers, every flick of her nails, made me gasp. My nipples were so sensitive I thought I might fall apart from the lightest stroke.

Rachel pushed me gently onto the mattress, her lips following close behind. She kissed down my chest, lingering at each new breast, her tongue swirling over one nipple as her fingers teased the other. I moaned, arching beneath her touch.

“Look how reactive you are,” she whispered, clearly delighted. “Your body just gives everything to me now.”

She straddled my waist, her cock already hard, resting heavily against my smooth belly. I looked up at her, wide-eyed and flushed.

“I want you,” I whispered.

She smiled, predatory and loving. “You already have me. But now… I’m going to take my time.”

She leaned in and kissed me deeply as her hand moved between my thighs, sliding over my soft, slick skin. Her fingers found my hole—already wet, already pulsing—and eased inside.

I gasped.

She moved slowly, curling her fingers just right, her thumb circling my cocklet until I was whining beneath her. My hips rolled instinctively, chasing more friction, more contact, more of her.

She teased me like that for what felt like forever—edging me until I was panting, eyes glazed, completely hers.

And then she slid inside.

I cried out, clutching her shoulders. Her cock filled me completely, my tight, wet hole stretching to take her. It was overwhelming. Perfect. I wrapped my legs around her hips as she started to move, slow at first, then faster.

She fucked me with purpose. Possession. Love.

Each thrust sent sparks shooting up my spine. My breasts bounced with every motion, nipples aching from earlier stimulation. I was drowning in her rhythm, her scent, her strength.

She leaned down, kissing my lips as she filled me over and over.

“Say it,” she whispered.

“I’m yours,” I breathed. “I’m your perfect little doll.”

“Good girl.”

I came first—loud and hard, my tiny cocklet twitching between us. She followed moments later, her moan deep and guttural as she spilled inside me.

We collapsed together, tangled and soaked, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

“I’m never letting you go,” she whispered.

And I never wanted her to.