Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181029202055/@comment-36855838-20181105153732

"Hello?"

I slowly get out of bed, putting on my house shoes, i walk out of the bedroom in my underwear.

I feel a sharp chill, and warm breath passes my ear, tickling my rear.

I wheel around, coming face to face with the faint sillhouette of a woman.

"Hiya!"

The thin shadow waves politely, her curves filling out a bit while I watch.

"Are you the one who's been messing with my pets?"

She springs forward, the sillhouette becoming a full body.

"Don't you mean our pets, dear?"

I fall back, slowly retreating until I hit a wall.

"Oh, calm down dearest, let't not send you rushing to the grave faster than me."

She cackled, though I didn't see the humor.

She gently floated over, the chill in the air even colder, her breath, and her flesh? even warmer.

She embraced me, and the cold seemed to just fade away.

The wispy tail split into two legs, and soon she had mounted me, somehow weighing as much as a human woman.

I moved to stand, and she instantly got heavier.

"No! Bad hubby!"

She smacked my face, and began to ride me with wild abandon.

I grunted with pain as she crushed me into the floor with each thrust.

"Oh, sorry dear! I should really be more gentle, you only get one body!"

She immediately got slower, agonizingly so.

She was lighter now, too.

"Hey, can we move to the bed, please?"

She stopped, and was suddenly almost weightless, a look of pure lust in her eyes. I quickly rushed into my bedroom, kicking off my house shoes and climbing in.

I lay down, and she immediately got heavier on top of me, grinding hard and fast to reach release.

But she didn't moan, or pant, or sigh.

No pleasure was on her face, and soon, I released into her, her body glowing bright before becoming more visible.

A ravenous grin spread her lips, and she started moving again, no sign that she felt pleasure in this.

Every time I orgasmed, she would glow again, growing ever more human looking.

Eventually, I fell asleep.

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I woke to find her still riding me, her body fully solid, her assets swollen, hips widened, her face still hungry.

I look myself over, now snall, weak, practically a child, all that's grown is my testicles and some odd knot in my torso, the result being my orgasms gushing free of her ever so slightly before she absorbs them, growing still larger.

She caresses my face gently.

"Good morning dear, are you enjoying my new body? It's cutom made for you! And as you can tell, yours is made for me."

I pass over the edge again, my groans at last joined by hers.

We continue for a whike, and then she leaves.

Hearing cooking in the kitchen, I try to hmget up, but I'm simply too weak.

I spy a note on the bed, and begin to read.

My Ideal man: -will be bedridden, needing my caring touch -will be virile -will love me -will love me -will love me -W1li l0^3 "'3

The note continues on and on like that, and terminates with: -deserves my best cooking!

She returnes with scrambled eggs, buttered toast with jam, salt and pepper, and even orange juice, all on a breakfast-in-bed tray.

"Sit up dear, I made you breakfast!"

I tried to, but failed, flopping back onto the bed with a groan of pain.

"What's wrong honey?"

She swooped around to my head, the tray forgotten on the nightstand.

Her hand on my forehead, she leans in and rests her breasts on my shoulder.

I get painfully hard.

"It hurts to move, dear, I can barely move, let alone sit up."

I see the ghost of a grin pass over her face, before shekisses me deeply.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take care of you as long as you need me to!"

She begins seasoning the eggs and spreading jam on the toast.

Soon enough, she's shoveling egg into my mouth with a fork, it tastes perfect.

She sees the pained expression leaving my face, and soon floats up, dragging her plump rear across my lap and gently sitting me up against a large pillow.

She sets the tray over her lap, feeding me slowly, every motion deliberate, somehow knowing exactly when I'm thirsty and bringing the orange juice to my lips.

The whoke meal passes my mouth, and settles into my stomach.

She floats away with the tray, and pops through the matress and back beside me, grabbing the remote, she turns on the television. And as the news plays, telling of local medical facilities for those planning to have sex, begins to snake her hand into my underwear.

I relax into her cool, soothing touch, her hand warming up and her soft skin caressing just the right spots.

Moments later, the room is filled with her glow, not a drop unabsorbed.

Her palm still swivels around at the head of my shaft, playing with it like a joystick.

I drift again into dreamland.