Katie
once again lights a sprig of incense from one of the candles and then swirls
the smoking smudge stick over their heads in a roughly three foot diameter
circle.
Megan
opens the book once again to the specific predetermined page she has marked
with a feather and then lays the book down upon her crossed legs as she reads
aloud its words.
Megan
recites from the book, invoking the name of the boy “Paul”, a schoolmate whom
she secretly likes.
As
she does the smoke ring Katie has been circling begins to change. The more Megan reads from the book, the more
the circle of smoke transforms into a miniature hurricane like storm with an
eye of crashing waves.
The
circular storm lowers down from above their heads to chest level, forming a two
foot diameter swirling outer ring of green and purple clouds sparking with blue
lightning bolts as the inner surface begins to ripple down. As the inner vortex settles down to a glassy
surface, the vision of Paul watching pornography on his bedroom computer emerges.
…..
Paul’s View
Paul
removes his headphones as he looks up at the swirling ring of yellow and red
clouds bursting with orange sparkles above his head. Paul’s mouth drops open as he sees three girls’
humongous faces looking down upon him from the center of the vertex as it
begins to settle down.
“What
the fuck?” Paul questions aloud as one of the girls, he recognizes as his
classmate Megan, shifts her posture as her giantess hand enters through what
was the ceiling of his room and grabs him in her fist. Paul squirms as he feels himself being pulled
up. He enters the vortex that was once
his ceiling as jolts of orange lightning hit his body, as he begins to emerge
through the other side the lightning transitions to blue.
…..
The Girls’ View
Megan
falls back upon the floor, an eight inch Paul clutched tightly in her right
hand. After several minutes of her body
convulsing in spasms, and the cries from Katie to wake up, Megan begins to stir
back into consciousness. April makes no
attempt to revive her friend; she already knows what Megan is quickly learning
and that all shall be alright, even better.
…..
Paul’s View
‘WHAT
THE HELL?’ I think to myself. One moment
I’m on my computer watching some bitch licking another bitch between her legs,
then my bedroom ceiling is gone and there’s some storm above my head, and
weirder still my classmate Megan reaches in and grabs me. IN HER HAND!
I feel chilling goosebumps all over as I am being held in Megan’s
hand. I’ve wrestled guys above my weight
class; yet none of them ever had me in such an unyielding hold. Megan’s power over me is indescribable other
than one word, “absolute”. Megan lays
back, my body compressed in her firm grip, gasping for the ability to take in a
single breath. I see that I am now in
some girl’s bedroom. Two other of my
schoolmates are there. Katie, in the
most incredible nighty yelling at Megan to wake up, and April smiling down at
me as her huge breasts struggle to spill out from a way to tight bra straining
to contain her massive chest.
While
held in Megan’s grip, an odd sensation surges through my body. I felt it initially when she first took me in
her fist, it grew as she lifted me up and those orange and blue bolts of
lightning hit me. It felt as if….. as if
my body was now fluid….. as if I were clay about to be molded into something
else. Even stranger, I sensed…..NO….. I
knew Megan now has control over my form, my very essence.
I
scream out in the agony from the compressive force of Megan’s all-powerful grip
upon my body in her hand, as I cry out in fear of the dominance and reign she
has upon my being.
Megan
sits up, her grasp upon me loosening slightly, though with more strength than
the entire junior varsity wrestling team in her grip.
…..
The Girls’ View
Megan
sits up, ignoring the screams of fear and agony from the eight inch Paul
clutched in her right fist. She looks at
April, “I see it now. I get it. It’s all a simple symbiotic
relationship. It all makes such sense
how could I have not known this before.” She smiles as she looks down at Paul
helpless in the overpowering grip of her hand.
She flicks her left hand over Paul, causing his clothing to rip from his
body revealing his naked form as his shirt and pants are tossed aside.
“My Absorbent And Changeable Panty!” Megan says aloud as Paul’s body twitches in contractions
as his body quickly reduces into a piece of cloth.
Megan
strips her current white, full back panty off and pulls Paul, her frilly pink
T-back thong up her legs.
…..
Paul’s View
Trying
to wrap my mind around what has just happened; I instead find my mind fixated as
my body slides around Megan’s stinky, sweaty feet then up Megan’s long, sensuous
legs. Somehow my face has been concentrate
within Megan’s legs as she pulls me up from her toes, over her shapely calves, along
her upper thighs, and then firmly stretched across her inviting pussy and deep between
her ass cheeks as my arms and legs wrap around her waist and hips.
My
mind, my entire focus is upon the inside of Megan’s panty, as I am now Megan’s
living, breathing, conscious thong.
Never before have all of my senses been so keenly focused as they are
now between Megan’s legs. Never before
have I been so enamored as I am now by Megan’s pussy and ass.
Though
parts of me are in darkness, I can sense her most private areas in exacting
detail; her well-groomed, jet black pubic hairs trimmed in the shape of a thin
strip above her pussy {i.e. The Hollywood Style} tickle me. Otherwise her smooth, hairless vagina,
butt-crack, and hips feel slick and allow for close, unencumbered contact with
Megan’s silky smooth skin.
I
can smell and taste in minute detail Megan’s sweet yet musky, almost tangy
pussy. Her asshole smells and tastes
earthy, like bitter candy. Her ass crack
has a lite “after workout sweat” scent and flavor, while her hips and waist are
rich in arousing sexual pheromones. All
in all, Megan’s body is beautiful, succulent and delightful.
Every
fiber of my being is focused inward upon Megan’s pussy, butt crack, and hips as
I embrace them as her frilly pink T-back thong.
Though my mind is focused inwardly upon Megan, I notice another change
about me. Not only has my body transmogrified
into her panty, my belief in purpose has also evolved into one of religious
devotion and subjugation to Megan’s sexuality.
Though fully in procession of my mental faculties, my mind is also under
the control of Megan’s desires. Her
passions now override my personal inclinations as my usefulness is now
determined by Megan; and it feels great.
…..
The Girls’ View
Megan
squats back down as she feels her living T-back panty surrender itself to
sniffing and licking her nether regions.
In
complete control now, and realizing her power over her living panty; Megan
gives into her sexual urges and instructs her panty to satisfy her as she lies back
upon the bedroom floor.
…..
Paul’s View
Paul
feels the warmth from Megan’s pussy build into a heat. His newly transformed body reacts
instinctively to each of Megan’s sexual urges.
The
individual parts of his previous body, his head, torso and groin have been
blended together to form the crotch and ass portion of Megan’s pink frilly
T-back thong, while his arms and legs form the side straps; causing his mouth,
tongue, nose, and cock to all sense every bit of Megan they cover
simultaneously.
He
shivers over Megan’s wet clit, as if a living vibrator. His lips, tongue, and cock rub up and down
along Megan’s succulent pussy. His face,
nose, and mouth plant succulent kisses upon Megan’s tasty asshole as they suckle
upon her anus.
Like
a marionette controlled by the strings of its puppeteer marionettist, Paul
feels the panty thong form of his body respond in unison to the needs and
desires of Megan’s pussy and asshole. He
is more along for the ride than in the driver’s seat. His body builds with mounting sexual energy,
on the brink of orgasm Paul feels all the sexual energy flow to Megan for her
climax. He is left frustrated and
drenched in Megan’s orgasm as his new cloth form soaks in each drop of her
wetness.
…..
The Girls’ View
After
her third orgasm, Megan slowly sits back up.
Her breathing slowly calming down, her body covered in a lite layer of
sweat, except for her panty thong which was soft, clean, and dry.
“That
looked intense.” April smiles at Megan.
“It
WAS intense. AND my panty is
self-cleaning. AND I can make him into
any style panty or shorts I want.” Megan smiles back. Looking down at her panty she pats the
crotch, “Good Boy”.
“MYYY
Turn!” Katie exclaims excitedly pointing to herself.