Kahya stood up from the couch with a mischievous grin. She faced him swaying her body running her hands through her hair. Her dancing intriguing Adam watching the jiggle of her breasts. Something different about it that he couldn’t place. She took up more and more of his view. He thought that allurement caused the effect but then he heard her feet splitting her shoes.
Kahya’s body grew past her dresses ability to constrain. It ripped at the seams and still she grew now taller than Adam. Her arms developed muscles reminiscent of power lifters. Her legs muscle definition hardened. An amazonian woman stood before him. Ripping away tattered remnants of her clothes. Adam asked incredulous, “What is going on?” He attempted to get up but she easily shoved back to the couch.
Wordlessly she straddled him. Her breasts soft flesh rubbing the sides of his face. She pet his head as one might a dog. Adam felt a stirring in his pants at being dominated so. He admitted that he wanted something different. This fit the criteria. She tore his shirt down the middle exposing his chest. Protesting he said, “Hey!”
Kahya kissed him to silence his lips. Ripping open his pants. She surrounded his shaft with her dripping tunnel. She set the pace as she rocked up and down on him. His felt her muscles squeezing at them as he held on. She built up to a frantic pace that he struggled to keep up with. Sweat forming from his exertions fearing failing to please this woman. She played with her nipples further stimulating herself. She cried triumphantly achieving orgasm.
Adam’s body tensed up as he struggled to stop himself from release. Hard to think of something other than sex with boobs about your head. Kahya sensed his tension. Climbing off him seizing his manhood. Yanking at his shaft a few squeezes producing the desired effect. Kahya strolling away washing her hands free of the sticky seminal fluid. Adam sat in a daze. Spent and used to relieve an itch by this woman. She returned to Adam’s side, “Bored?”
“Hardly. What is going on?” Adam asked.
“My latest trip proved quite a success. Though they say you shouldn’t have favorites I love my baby the shapeshifting medallion best.” Kahya said. Adam stared in a state of confusion. Kahya explained further, “It is an item of unknown origin that allows the user to alter their body in fantastic ways. What say that you get cleaned up and we head to my place? I have a few items that will be fun to play with. And if you are good and play nicely I might even let you use the medallion.”
“Why must we go to your place?” Adam asked.
“Your place stinks of dirty dishes. Its unkempt appearance hardly puts a girl in a mood.” Kahya said as she shrank to a more manageable size.
“Didn’t stop you a couple minutes ago.”
“I am just back from a dig with aged professors and overworked grad students. Too exhausted to feel lust or longing. It hit me when I returned. I saw you as a conquest to relieve my returned libido. I am slightly sated so my discernment is restored. Besides I have a number of outfits that might entice you.”
“Sold.” Adam took a few minutes to wash himself. A change of clothes for himself and a shirt that draped over Kahya’s petite frame. Enough to prevent a public nudity charge.
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