David stumbled into his apartment, barely making it to the couch before collapsing into a heap. Another grueling day of being corporate drone, another night alone with only his dread for company. He sat up with a groan, wondering if he should microwave dinner or just skip straight to the whisky. KNOCK KNOCK!
Shuffling over to the door, he opened it to find a vision of exotic beauty waiting on the other side. Smooth brown skin, plush lips curved in a friendly smile, hair braided in intricate rows that begged to be grabbed. He blinked stupidly, trying to remember how to form words. “Hi there! I’m Malia, your new neighbor,” the ebony goddess said, holding out a slender hand. “Just moved in next door.”
“Uh, D-David,” he managed, taking her hand in his clammy grip.
She laughed and the sound shivered straight to his groin. “I won’t keep you, I’m sure you’ve had a long day,” Malia said, reaching into her purse. “But I wanted to give you this as a friendly hello.” She pressed something into his palm – a small carved wooden box, surprisingly heavy, with delicate designs etched into the surface. He opened it to find a dark waxy lump nestled inside, a strange spicy-sweet odor wafting upwards. “Incense, from my homeland,” Malia explained with a wink. “It’ll help you have the sweetest dreams. Just open the box before bed and let the scent carry you away…”
“Thanks,” David mumbled, both intrigued and a little weirded out. Malia just smiled cryptically and walked back to her door, David’s eyes glued helplessly to the mesmerizing sway of her hips. That night, he cracked the box on his nightstand and crawled under the sheets. The peculiar fragrance wrapped around him and he found himself relaxing, eyelids growing heavy. Maybe Malia was onto something after all…
He dreamed he was floating in warm oil, cradled and caressed by silky darkness. It seeped into his pores, his ears and nose and mouth and ass. He dreamed the oil searing away body hair, darkening skin, narrowing waist and widening hips. Inverting cock and balls as a void between his legs flowered open. Big tits sprouted from his once-flat chest, nipples puckering against the thick air. Breath hitched in a throat gone smooth and slender. It wasn’t long until it was a very different body that gasped awake in cum-soaked sheets. Skin the color of chocolate glistened with sweat, full breasts heaving, thick braids plastered to his neck. No… HER neck. David’s mind reeled as her fingers skated over the foreign terrain below, plunging into the slick folds of her new cunt. THIS was what had always been missing, the aching void below.
Malia just smiled knowingly when her makeover victim knocked on her door, all trembling thighs and desperate eyes. “I told you it would bring sweet dreams,” the other woman purred, drinking in his transformed body. “Shall we find out just how sweet?” She didn’t hesitate, pushing her victim against the wall of her hall. Her hands were confident and sure as they mapped his new curves, igniting fire with every brush of skin on skin. His head fell back as she cupped the weight of his breasts, thumbs grazing the sensitive nips until his hips rolled helplessly against her.
“Give in” Malia breathed against his lips. “This is who you were meant to be…”
She pushed him to his knees, lifting her skirt up over her bare hips, and his mouth watered at the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He felt himself surge forward to lap at her dripping folds, his fingers combing through his own hair as he ate her out like a starving man. Malia rocked against his face, gasping louder and louder as he worked. When she finally came with a strangled cry, she fell down to the carpet. Malia then guided David, moving his virgin pussy over her mouth. One flick of her tongue against his swollen clit and he nearly screamed, pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt detonating behind his eyes. He rode her face in a frenzy, torn between chasing his release and wanting the feeling to never end. Every clench drew him closer to an edge; his eyes rolled back as it finally crashed over him in throbbing waves.
David then collapsed onto the ground, panting next to Malia on the carpet. After a while she spoke: “Welcome to your new world,” she murmured. And David let out a slow, shuddering exhale, already craving whatever came next.
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