"Good. See? Telling the truth is relieving, isn't it?," the man said, having to look down to meet the eyes of his visitor. "But that was just the start," he whispered, before it started again.
It all came back as soon as it had stopped. Indeed, whatever was going on in his spine was barely a prelude, the initial preparation to the rest of the changes. Keith stumbled to the side, bumping against the couch as his legs trembled. Was the couch also bigger, or... Was he smaller? Looking around, everything looked larger, more intimidating. He just didn't feel short, he felt vulnerable. A side effect, most probably, of having his already small muscle mass shrink as it was.
"Please man, I already apologized. What are you doing to me?," he sobbed, ignoring how high pitched he started to sound. It was like hearing his pre-adolescent voice again.
"I'm taking this high and mighty attitude out of you, Keith. After we are done, you will have no high ground," he exclaimed, pushing his victim on the couch. "No highs for you. Oh no, you are always gonna be down."
Keith tried getting back up, only to fall back again. This time, it wasn't magic: his loss of balance came accompanied by an embarrassing juxtaposition of ripping and fleshy wobbling sounds, as his once flat ass expanded free from his jeans, ripping his clothes to bloom as a soft cushion.
No words exited Keith's mouth. Not because he was mute, but due to a loss of ways to react to what was happening. Right in front of his eyes, he was losing track of his own shape. His legs were becoming shorter, his shoulders narrowing. It wasn't painful, but confusing; it was the unfathomable sensation of having your entire body become something else, at the will of someone else. Never before Keith felt so powerless before any situation.
Before he could even consider reacting, his jeans were already suffocating his tights. His shoes, on the other hand, were so loose around his shrunken feet that walking would be barely impossible. His warm ass sat heavily on the couch, a flesh pillow that made him look like a bottom-heavy shortstack.
"I look like a woman... Please turn me back," he begged once again, desperately noticing how he didn't even sound like a pre-adolescent boy anymore; he sounded exactly like a woman. And this detail befitted his appearance. Although he couldn't see it, his face had been completely reshaped. There was, of course, resemblance to his former self. Spots and lines were there, but his face's outline wasn't as straight as before. He looked soft, round, cute; his nose was smaller, his eyelashes just slightly longer and his lips modestly plump. Keith was, for anyone who looked at him, a flat chested, bottom-heavy woman.
But to his surprise, all Guillermo did was unzip his own pants. He said no word to answer his pleas, and expressed no feeling other than arousal. For his cock rose erect from his underwear, a veiny shaft asking for relief mere meters away from Keith. And no word was said from Guillermo before Keith found himself on all fours, staring obsessively at the member.
"You want it, don't you?," Guillermo asked, and Keith didn't know how to answer. Why the fuck did he want that? Unaware of how his back was bending, of how his uncovered ass faced the ceiling at every step he took, he kept crawling. She kept crawling. Salivating, she could barely focus on the warm sensation that struck her balls, sucking them in as her own proud shaft shrunk. That cock looked marvelous, perfectly shaped and wet with pre-cum. So marvelous that she didn't realize as her shirt stretched to accommodate the orbs of soft flesh growing underneath. The petite breasts bounced only slightly when she finally reached it. She could smell Guillermo's cock. She was confused why, but she wanted it so bad. She drooled and felt her saliva go down her chin at the mere thought of sucking it try. Her thoughts could barely process when she finally started kissing it.
Where her balls once stood, a moist womanhood now tingled in excitement. The flavor of a cock, the warmth of her former friend's member, everything was so good she couldn't process the feeling of her own breasts blossoming, pushing her shirt to fit in the two mammaries, surpassing even Elizabeth's. The girl that now swallowed Guillermo's shaft couldn't be considered bottom-heavy any longer; squatting, she was the living definition of a hourglass-shaped shortstack.
And she kissed, and sucked, and licked the cock in front of her. She felt almost desperate to taste it whole, to relieve it, to drink its cum. Her already plump lips kept inflating, growing to the limit of what could be considered natural, softer and plumper than most fleshlights. Her tongue, even if she didn't notice, also reshaped, in order to better fit the cock in her mouth. Her mouth finally finished transforming amidst the blowjob, making her the perfect head-giver. Obsessed with penises, but never inside her pussy. She needed no relief, she rejoiced in her own edging. All she needed was to suck.
She remembered who she used to be, she remembered why she was there, she remembered everything regarding her previous life. She just didn't care anymore. The cock was more important, drinking Guillermo's load was vital. And so she almost climaxed when she finally felt her mouth be filled with it. Her legs spasmed, and she fell back, not letting a single drop go to waste. She smiled at Guillermo's cock, and he smiled at her. Once a prideful traitor, now obsessed in going down in whatever cock was handed to her. She would soon realize that, soon be furious at what she became. But that was only a phase, she was made to enjoy it. She would soon embrace her new role.
***
The fact that the lights in the room were on when the freshman walked in made the entire situation more embarrassing for him. He expected the slurping sounds, to see other guys being served, and even the pungent smell of sex. What he didn't expect was to see all of that so clearly, the short woman in the middle of it all so explicitly visible. According to his senior, she had been attending that college for over a year now.
"What is she majoring in again?," the freshman asked, trying to make chit-chat with his senior, who just started unzipping his pants.
"I don't think she studies here. Or, if she does, I doubt she attends any class. Most of the day she is just here, sucking off anyone who shows her a hard shaft," he answered, stroking his hard cock. "Sometimes she shamelessly invites people to empty rooms like this, just to suck them off. Her mind is just like her mouth, man: constantly filled with pricks."
The woman looked at the new cock, and her already blushed face got even more red. Her exposed breasts wiggled softly at every slurp, drenched in sweat and drool. She didn't seem to mind being called dumb, cock-obssessed or whatever. She lived her life, after all, to suck, lick and kiss dicks. And being a cocksucker was all she wanted to be.
