Callie knelt on the floor, eyes wide and glassy with hunger. Her glossy lips parted slightly as she breathed through her mouth, trembling just enough to betray how badly she wanted it.
“I need it,” she whispered. Her voice was low and needy. “Please. Let me have it. Just once.”
You stood a few feet away, trying to keep your cool. The elixir had changed her. Before, she was plain and sweet. First her body changed and you both joked about the looks she was going to get. But the longer she was in this body, the more she craved it. She wanted your cum.
Callie was begging for it. She was a vision of sex and lust and all she wanted to do was suck your cock and swallow your seed.
“You know its a bad idea,” you said, though you weren’t sure you believed it. “If you swallow cum, you'll stay this way forever.”
Her smile deepened, slow and teasing. “You say that like I care.” She shifted on her knees, body arching in an enticing way.
She shut you up by lunging at you and locking her lips against yours.
Her fingers grazed your chest, tracing the edge of your shirt. “You’re trying so hard,” she whispered, lips barely brushing your neck. “Still pretending you want me the way I was.”
Her breath hit your skin and your body tensed, a quiet betrayal she caught instantly. “Mmm,” she hummed. “That’s it. I can feel you breaking.”
She pressed against you. Every inch of her was heat and softness, transformed curves molded to tease and overwhelm. Her hips shifted against yours, slow and sinful. “This new body,” she whispered, “you can’t stop staring. You haven’t looked away once.”
You didn’t deny it. You couldn’t.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” she said, low and breathy, as her hand slid beneath your shirt. Her nails scraped lightly across your stomach, trailing lower. “Lie to me. Go on.”
Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.
She smiled. “You want the old Callie back? The one who blushed when you looked at her?”
She turned slowly, deliberately, until her back was to you again. Then her fingers slid down her sides and caught the hem of her dress.
“You’ve been trying so hard,” she said, glancing back over her shoulder. “But I can see it in your eyes. You’re aching for it. Aren’t you?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. The dress slipped past her hips, gliding down her thighs. It hit the floor in a quiet heap.
She was naked. Every inch of her transformed body was now on full display.
“Look at you,” she murmured. “Trying not to stare. But you are.”
“Let me put your cock in my mouth,” she continued. “Let me use my toungue. I want to feel you grow hard. I want to lick the salt off you. I want suck as you throb and I want to hear that little noise you make when you finally give in.”
She dropped back to her knees in front of you, looking up at you.
“I know you’ve imagined this ever since I changed. I know you have,” she cooed,
She let the silence hang a moment longer, letting you feel how small your will had become. Then, without a word, she stepped forward. Her hands slid around your waist.
Slowly, her fingers found your belt. The metal clinked as she undid your buckle.
She looked up at you, eyes gleaming. Not asking. Daring you to stop her.
You didn’t move. You wanted this. You knew it and so did she.
She pulled the belt free, then undid your pants with agonizing slowness, the button popping open, the zipper dragged down one tooth at a time. She kept her eyes on yours the entire time.
When the fabric dropped and pooled around your ankles, she smiled.
