The Taste

 

You knew you should stop, that it was changing you, but she just tastes so good. Her juices like sweet nectar, dripping down your chin and you lapped them up greedily, ignoring the subtle tingling that crawled over your body in waves.

As you continued, the tingling sensation intensified, coursing through your veins with an electrifying force. Your lips, once chapped and rough, became softer, fuller. You could feel them molding to the shape of her, each touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. The transformation was subtle at first, a gentle reshaping of your features, a lightening of your touch. But with every taste, every drop, the changes became more pronounced.

Your hands, once firmly gripping her thighs, slimmed and softened. Calluses from years of hard work faded away, replaced by smooth, delicate skin. You glanced down, catching sight of your now long and elegant fingers, perfectly manicured without you realizing it. She bucked her hips against your face, a moan of pure pleasure escaping her lips.

A strange warmth spread through your chest. Muscles shifted, bones realigned. Shoulders, once broad and strong, narrowed. Your waist cinched in, hips flared out. The sensation, both terrifying and exhilarating, mingled pleasure with the unfamiliarity of your changing form.

Despite the growing unease, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. Her moans of pleasure, the taste of her essence, the feel of her body against yours – it was all too intoxicating. Your breath came in short, rapid gasps, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. You felt your chest swell, the weight and sensitivity of new breasts pressing against her thighs, Your nipples, now sensitive and erect, every brush of skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

The tingling spread lower, pooling in your groin, and you could feel yourself shifting, changing. Your masculinity ebbed away, replaced by a new, foreign sensation that left you breathless and yearning. Your hips moved with a newfound grace, your movements fluid and sensual as if you had always known how to use this body. Your cock, once hard and throbbing with desire, softened and retreated, the skin folding and reshaping until a warm, wet slit replaced it. The sensation was overwhelming, your new pussy just as wet and warm as the one you were devouring, juices running down your thighs.

Your voice, when you spoke, was softer, higher, and filled with a feminine timbre that seemed to ring in your ears. You tried to speak, to tell her what was happening, but all that came out was a breathless moan of pleasure. She looked down at you, her eyes filled with desire, her hand reaching out to caress your cheek.

"You taste amazing," you whispered, your voice barely recognizable as your own. "I can't stop... I don't want to stop."

She smiled, a knowing, almost predatory smile, and pulled you closer, encouraging you to continue. Her hands roamed over your changing body, exploring the new curves and contours with a possessive touch. She bucked her hips against your mouth, her moans growing louder, her pleasure evident in every movement. Her eyes sparkled with approval, the satisfaction of a predator who has successfully lured her prey into an inescapable trap.

You felt a surge of desire, your body responding to her every movement, every command. The new wetness between your legs mirrored hers, a constant reminder of the transformation that was still unfolding. As you licked and sucked, you could feel your new pussy clenching with need, the juices dripping down your thighs mixing with hers.

You no longer cared about what you were losing. The taste of her, the feel of her, the sheer ecstasy of the experience was worth any price. You were becoming someone new, someone beautiful, someone who belonged to her completely.

With one final, shuddering gasp, you embraced the change, letting it wash over you in waves of pleasure and acceptance. You were hers, now and forever, transformed by her touch, her taste, into the woman you were always meant to be. Her approving gaze, the possessive way she touched you, told you everything you needed to know – you were exactly where you were meant to be, forever bound to her by the sweet nectar of her essence.

The room felt smaller, the air thick with a heady scent. Your breath mingled with hers as she pulled you closer, her hands guiding you, molding you. Every touch, every caress, seemed to affirm your new existence. You marveled at the softness of your skin, the curve of your waist, the fullness of your breasts. Each change felt like a piece falling into place.

She whispered words you couldn't quite catch, her breath warm against your ear. The sound of her voice, low and commanding, sent a thrill through you. You responded instinctively, your body moving to meet her demands, every fiber of your being attuned to her desires.

You felt her fingers trace the outline of your new form, her touch both gentle and possessive. Her eyes, dark with lust and satisfaction, never left yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours, the taste of her still lingering on your tongue. The kiss deepened, a slow, sensual exploration that left you trembling.

As she pulled back, her hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. "You belong to me," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. The words resonated within you, a truth you couldn't deny. You nodded, a silent agreement, your heart pounding in your chest.

The transformation was complete. You were no longer who you had been, but someone new, someone shaped by her touch, her taste. The old you seemed distant, a memory fading away with each passing moment. You embraced this new reality, the pleasure, the submission, the belonging.

Her hands never left you, constantly exploring, constantly reminding you of your place. You felt a sense of peace, of fulfillment, in her embrace. The fear, the uncertainty, all melted away, leaving only desire and devotion. You were hers, completely and irrevocably.

And in that moment, as her lips found yours again, you knew you would never want anything else.