Hot Witch Shrinks Bf

Tom laid back against the bedsheets, tipping his head to rest on Marry's shoulder. They were both slightly sticky with sweat, their chest rising and falling as they tried to catch their breath. Tom turned to kiss Marry's cheek, and she gave a lazy smile.

"That was good," she said with an exhale, pushing her blonde hair out of her face.

"I love having sex with you," Tom continued, and Marry laughed.

"Yes, baby, I love having sex with you, too."

Tom's hand rested on her stomach, and he let his fingers slide over her skin, drifting lower until he was tracing circles over her pubic bone. He hesitated, waiting for Marry to tell him to stop or continue, before dipping his fingers lower still, cupping her pussy reverently.

"I wish I could be your sex toy," he murmured, kissing her collarbone.

"You are, in a way," Marry told him, reaching up a hand to stroke though his hair. He sighed, breath hot against her skin, and moved his hand away from her pussy to rest on her hip bone instead.

"I--I don't know how to explain it. But I mean literally. Like I wish you could shrink me down and use me like a dildo."

"Oh," Marry said, and he was worried for a moment that she thought what he said was weird. His cheeks heated. "That sounds... really sexy, actually."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Right? I wish I could live inside of your pussy."

Marry moaned, grabbing Tom's wrist to put his hand back on her cunt.

"I like the sounds of that," she said, bucking her hips to rub against his hand. He began to use his fingers on her, sliding through her soft folds to find her clit, circling it slowly with a finger. She groaned, pressing into his fingers. "Wait," she moaned, sounding like she didn't really want him to wait. He stopped the movement of his fingers anyway. "What if it was possible?" She said, and Tom's heart pounded in his chest, his cock twitching at the thought.

"That would be incredible," he said, imagining it. He imagined what it would feel like to actually be inside of her. His fingers slid to her entrance, curling inside of her but staying still, just to feel her, to imagine what it would be like to feel those smooth soft walls against his entire body instead of just his fingers.

"You'd have to be indestructible," Marry mused. She rubbed herself against his unmoving hand as if she was so turned on by the idea that she couldn't help herself. "And small enough to fit inside of me. Oh, and be able to breathe once you're in there. I suppose if I did that one... No. Or I could combine...?" Tom wasn't sure what she was talking about, but he let her murmur to herself, figuring something out. He tuned back in to her words when she addressed him. "You're actually serious, right? Like you'd really want this?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "It would be a dream come true," he assured her. "I've never wanted anything more." And it was true. Who knew how many nights he'd fantasized about it? Who knew how often he'd imagined it was his body and not his cock in her? God, he was unbelievably turned on already, and knowing that she liked the idea too was enough to drive him a little crazy. Maybe they could role play or something, though he wasn't sure how that could work. Anything to get close to experiencing it.

She pulled away so she could meet his eyes as if measuring him up, nodded to herself, and then said a sling of words he couldn't understand. It wasn't in English, or any other language he'd heard before. Before he could wonder about it too much, however, his whole body began to tingle and everything around him grew larger at alarming speeds. The pillow was a mountain, the bed a country. No, things weren't getting larger, he was getting smaller! He felt a little dizzy as the tingling ceased, and he found himself on the bed by Marry's elbow, which now was massive compared to his shrunken body. He looked up (and up and up and up) at her face, and found her eyes glittering with delight and excitement.

"Still feeling okay about it?" She asked, and a wave of pleasure and excitement coursed through him, making pre-cum leak from the tip of his erect cock. He nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "Perfect. You're my sex toy now, baby. You're still my boyfriend, but my toy, too, okay? Should I use you now?"

"Yes," he said, nodding. He wasn't sure if she could hear him, but she could read the look on his exciting face. With the perfect balance of firmness and gentleness, Marry stroked over his body once with an explorative finger, then wrapped her hand around his body and carried him to her pussy. She readjusted her grip, met his eyes once more to check in, and then plunged him headfirst into her pussy.

It was a fully different experience than fucking her with his dick. He got a nice view of her pussy, her whole slightly open from how he'd fucked her already, arousal dripping from it and catching on her pussy lips. He could see every inch of skin so clearly, every glistening bead of arousal, every part of her. Tom's head pushed through her folds, and he was completely surrounded by the heat of her, the smell, the taste. The walls of her pussy pressed against him from all sides, smothering him, except that he didn't need to breathe anymore. He reached out his hands and they hit the back of her walls, pressing into her, stretching her, as she shoved him deep. Then she withdrew him again, smearing his body with her wetness, dragging him across her, before shoving him back inside. He fought the urge to gasp for air, instead allowing himself to enjoy what was being done to him. All he could feel was Marry. All he could taste. All he could smell. His whole universe was her body, his whole purpose to be inside of her and make her feel good.

Marry pressed him inside of her and clenched, squeezing him tight. "This is your new home," she said, and when she spoke he could feel the slight vibrations of her voice from inside of her. "And even though you are my boyfriend, you're my dildo, too. So I think I might date real people, too. And fuck people. I'll still keep you inside me, keep you close, but you're a toy now."

Tom's cock twitched in response to her words, and to let her know he heard he stretched his body, pressing into her, finding her g-spot with his hands and leaning against it until she groaned.

"That's good baby, you're such a good toy," she praised. "Do that three times in a row if you're happy with what I said." He did, and she made a happy, pleasured noise in response. Then she pulled him from her, only to shove him back in over and over again, using him in earnest.

Marry was so turned on by the fact that she had Tom inside her as a toy that it didn't take her long until she was cumming, pussy clenching hard around Tom's body as he used his hands to help her along. She screamed in pleasure, arching into the bed, and then finally collapsed, quivering, against the bed sheets. She pushed Tom the rest of the way inside of her gently, gave a tired, pleased sigh, then rolled over to sleep.

Marry's alarm was muffled inside of her. Tom had fallen asleep after Marry had, too excited to sleep at first. But at some point he'd drifted off inside of her, only waking when she'd rolled over in the middle of the night. Now it was clearly morning, despite the darkness of her pussy, and Tom prepared himself for his first day inside of her. He didn't know what would happen. Would she remove him so she could work? Leaving him in her bedside drawer with her other toys? Would she leave him in her? He felt her stand, the way her muscles moved, the way her body clenched and shifted around him. His erection returned, but his other human needs were gone. He wasn't hungry or thirsty. It seemed that she'd made it so his only need was to exist inside of her as her toy.

He heard the sounds of the shower, then the slight rustling that told her she was drying off. Breakfast and her drive to work went uninterrupted. He didn't move much, not wanting to both her and also curious, just wanting to take it all in. He felt her walking up to her office, and then she was greeting people, her words sending vibrations through her body that he felt, even when the words themselves were muffled. Tom waited until she was sitting down, hopefully settled in, before moving.

He stretched, pressing himself against her walls. His feet and arms were spread as far as he could push them, and he arched his head back against her, too. He felt her clench in surprise, then felt the comforting tremor of her moan.

"Oh hello there," she murmured, and he thought she might have been leaning towards her pussy so he could hear. "I forgot I'd left you inside me, my little pussy pet."

Desire coursed through Tom and he increased his movements to show her how pleased he was. She squeezed her cunt around him over and over again, clenching herself to make the pressure of his movements feel more intense.

"People are around," she said, but she didn't say stop, so Tom didn't. The whole day, as if to prove to both her and himself that he could be a good sex toy, Tom teased and moved inside of her. When no one was around, Marry let herself moan, let her body writhe with pleasure. When her coworkers were around, she forced herself to pretend that she wasn't aroused and being stimulated. Even her tan couldn't hide the pink in her cheeks, and she had to change her panties twice, since she kept soaking through them.

"You're driving me crazy," she moaned on her lunch break. "I love it." She pulled him out of her just enough to fuck herself with his body until she came, just to relieve the neediness that had built inside of her. But Tom didn't stop after her lunch, teasing her all afternoon, too. Somehow, miraculously, Marry survived the day without cumming in front of her coworkers. Still, she had a wet spot on her skirt she had to hide, and she knew everyone had thought she was acting a bit off all day. It was incredibly sexy.

"I'm going out tonight," Marry announced to Tom as she swung by her apartment to change. "And I'm going to bring my favorite dildo with me."

She squeezed her cunt around him and he pressed against her g-spot to let her know he understood and was excited for the night out, too. Marry dressed in a pretty little dress, the fabric was short and teasing, a bit more flirtatious than she would have worn if she was out with Tom while he was still full-sized. She met her friends at one of their houses for drinks, and hiding the fact that Tom was still stroking and pressing and moving inside her got harder and harder as she pre-gamed, growing steadily drunker.

Her friends were drunk enough that they hardly noticed the way she groaned, arching her back, biting her bottom lip. Marry's nails bit into her own thigh as she tried to hold herself back from cumming on her friend's couch, then in the back of a cab, and then in the club. She distracted herself by drinking and dancing, the latter of which made Tom shake and shift inside of her. He was bounced around roughly, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest. If anything he really liked it, even though it made him feel more like a toy than ever. He wasn't sure if Marry had forgotten that he was inside of her again, or if she simply didn't care. Either way was hot to him.

Marry was incredibly horny. Tom had been turning her on all day, and she couldn't take any more. The drunkness combined with the honrines made her kiss strangers, pressing her body against muscular forms, letting masculine hands swoop over her waist, press her back into walls. She wondered if Tom could feel the weight of another body pressing against her. She let the most attractive man lead her into the bathroom, let him lock the stall behind them as their kisses turned desperate. As he lifted the bottom of her dress she smiled to herself, knowing what Tom was about to experience. The handsome stranger hooked his fingers in her soaking wet panties, rolling them down as he admired the string of arousal that connected them to her pussy.

He wasted no time freeing his cock and pressing inside of her, forcing Tom up deeper as he began to thrust inside of her. Tom pushed back away from the cock, applying pressure to Marry on the inside so that she felt even better. She screamed and moaned, throwing herself back against the stranger with force. It didn't take long at all for the stranger to dig his hands into her hips and groan, burying himself deeper still as he let go. His cum washed over Tom, hot and powerful bursts coating him completely as it filled up Marry's pussy. As the stranger pulled away, Tom was left floating in the drenched pussy, soaked in the man's cum, which dripped out of Marry.

The man, satisfied, left the stall, leaving Marry to clean herself up. Tom felt her body shift as she bent to wipe herself just clean enough to get back out on the club's dance floor. She didn't bother to help clean out any of the cum inside of her, surrounding Tom. He was glad she didn't. He spent the rest of the night inside of her, soaking in the stranger's cum as she danced with her friends, occasionally kissing more strangers, letting them lean against her body so that Tom could feel them.

It was early morning before Marry took a taxi home, dripping through her panties onto the seat below her in a way that she was too drunk to worry about. She wobbled her way into her apartment before falling into bed. In the quiet of her apartment, Tom could much more easily hear her as she spoke to him.

"That was fun, wasn't it, pussy pet?" He pressed into her to confirm. She curled two of her fingers inside of herself and he kissed each one in turn, making her hum happily. "I love having you inside of me. It's so sexy."

Again, he indicated that he agreed, and she pulsed her fingers inside of herself, feeling the cum and her own wetness. The stranger's cum was very much still all around Tom, and he had to somewhat swim through it to work with Marry's fingers to pleasure her one more time. Marry drunkenly praised him, and her words made him even more turned on.

"My perfect little dildo," she cooed. "My sex toy. My favorite object." Tom moved as fast and steady as he could, keeping pace with her fingers as he felt her clenching, preparing for her orgasm. Marry cried out, unapologetically loud, unapologetically sexual, unapologetically enjoying the way she used her boyfriend as a toy. She came hard, shuddering, tensing around him tightly. Then she withdrew her fingers with a sigh that shifted her whole body and Tom knew she was going to be asleep within seconds. As soon as she was unconscious, her body still except for her heavy, peaceful breathing, Tom had a moment to himself. He was completely alone with her pussy and the cum that filled it, after his first full day as her sex toy. And what a day it had been! He was already looking forward to the next one.