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| Ron halted before the entrance to the Student Union. A voice rang out behind him that he knew too well. He spun to see a gorgeous body with raven hair coming towards him. He waved as a preliminary greeting. �Hey, Elsa, you look nice.� It was true, she was in a flowing tan dress instead of the casual attire she normally sported. The stubby heels brought her the rest of the way up to his 5�9� and the dress clung to her modest chest to accentuate it. �Where have you been?� �I was at that lecture with-� �Oh yeah! That alumni woman. I thought about going, how was it?� She answered as they headed through the Union, their rooms were part of the same dorm complex. �It was really good. You should�ve gone, there were some empty seats.� Ron noticed a look in here eyes. He couldn�t describe it, but he knew it was good. Similar looks had been cast his way on past occasions, always while joking around as acquaintances. This time, the look was better. They kept on chatting until they reached her part of the building; Ron�s room was on the other side of the small quad formed by their building. �You wanna come up to my room and hang out?� asked Elsa. �Sure, I don�t have anywhere else to be today.� That was his best attempt at being cool. Once they were in her suite, she slammed the door and pushed Ron into a sitting position on her bed. �I have to get out of this dress, would you help me remove my panties?� This was an ironic dream come true. The first time he saw her on campus, he mistook her for a Goth lesbian. As much as he came to change that view and he wanted to, he held back. It had happened to him once and he wouldn�t do that to another guy. He had to know. �I thought you had a boyfriend.� Elsa advanced on him, lust commanding every inch of the petite coed. �Not for a while now. The last guy couldn�t give me everything I wanted and needed. Now take off my panties.� One leg was quickly propped up on the bed to give Ron a view up her dress. She grasped his hands and guided them to her lacy undergarments. He slowly guided them down and she stopped him. �With your teeth.� The rest of the experience blurred in his mind. He confirmed his old suspicion that her breasts and nipples worked to create an upturned appearance seen in older dirty artwork. Their bodies merged and limbs intertwined in dissolution of self. Ron could swear his own body had literally melted into hers. When they finished, their bodies could finally roll away from each other. They lay, panting and contented on her sheets. Elsa parted her lips in a wicked grin. �You�re now mine. You�re under my control and your reality is now mine to shape.� Ron rolled onto his side to face her. �What�s that supposed to mean?� He traced the tips of his fingers along her lithe torso and came back to her breasts. He leaned in to work better and traced one finger around the farthest breast and in a spiral pattern to reach the nipple. The first breast went easily, but the second one took wider loops and he had to lean more to reach a breast closer to him. Ron at last felt his body tingling and saw her growing. He stood and the process accelerated. His diminishment seemed a runaway train and he prayed something of him would be left. It was answered at six inches. �Holy crap, this is amazing!� He stood alongside her body and gazed up her to a massive breast on the fleshy plateau. Elsa flipped to her side to view him better, but he was missing. She then felt his struggles and realized a breast was covering him. Once he was free she purred down to him, �This is what no other man could offer. No man can just give up his size to any woman. I found my mate with you.� �Is this my new size forever?� He lusted for her gargantuan mammalia. She reached down to gently flick his erection and grasped him in one hand. �I can fully restore you.� She dragged his body through her cleavage and across her erect nipples. Elsa brought him to her mouth and her hot wet tongue probed his tiny member. �I could also make it so my hardened nipple would be Everest to you.� She placed Ron against her lips and gave him a blowjob he�d never forget. �But where�s the fun if I can�t feel you on me? Or in me?� Before he could process those words, she swung her arm down and drove him into her waiting vagina. �Anytime I want you, you�re mine,� she gasped out as his puny body worked her G-spot. And he was. |
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