Dream Girl
Another night, another good, yet not great time in the sack for Liz and her husband Ray. I mean, it always seemed like a good time for Ray, getting him off didn’t take much. For her it was a different story. Despite her love she held for her husband, the spark was dying. Liz was bisexual and her lust for the strong, burly men like her Ray had faded. She wanted a woman, and she wanted to be the one to dominate.
Ray wouldn’t have any of that though, many of the two’s attempts ending in failure. He wasn’t the submissive type and it simply never played out in fun fashion for either of them. So Liz got by on the usual as the bottom, the urges for her fantasy growing stronger and a picturesque woman haunting her nights. She did her best to block out the dream girl, forcing herself to forget her features born of her own desires. Though with every public outing, whenever she caught even the smallest whiff of some woman who possessed features to her tastes, the dream girl returned, built upon the features of many she saw to create the stunning ideal.
Today was no different, storming back from a trip to the store after work, frustrated at all the attractive sights she had beheld among the womanly masses. She couldn’t fight it anymore and she hated it. So much swirled in her head. Was her marriage over? Was it fair for her to leave Ray? Did she deserve better? Was this all a phase?
After the usual panic she calmed herself down with some green tea with lemon and some yoga. Showering late before bed she heard her husband return home from his own job, a late night for him. As he stopped into the bathroom to take a piss, barely acknowledging her, she could smell the booze on his breath. Late nights usually meant drinking after work. Unfortunately it also meant no sex tonight and further guilt for her muddled thoughts, as he usually his the sack quickly in these situations. On cue, Liz heard him collapse onto their bed right as she entered, completely passed out in his work clothes.
Try as she might, Liz couldn’t help but imagine her dream girl sitting in his place, beckoning her to bed with open arms and an energetic smile. A cute thing ready to be pounced on she thought, blushing. But that wasn’t her life. Though instead of lying down in bed with a frown, Liz surprised herself with a smile, knowing she’d be happy in the fantasy of her dreams. And this time, she would actually give in fully to her desires, too see where this rabbit hole went.
It took mere minutes until the shining beacon to Liz’s pent-up frustrations appeared to save her. A perfect recreation of her bedroom appeared, and laid out on the bed was the dream girl awaiting her, all smiles but with a nervous blush. Liz was top dog now, the lovely wife within her dreams a welcome slave to her every whim in bed. Each time they met in her dreams, Liz could see her evolving in appearance, her perfections becoming more refined each time.
Approaching the wife without a name, Liz drank in the sights. She was a slim, limber beauty with medium sized breasts. The bones around her wrists, ankles, fingers, ribs and clavicle all tented delicately against the skin, riddling the smooth landscape of her body with eye-catching delights. She was both cute and sexy—a youthful, large-eyed face brimming with a radiant energy balanced atop a refined, delicate body. Her green eyes, brushed by bangs of moppy blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, lured Liz in with their shimmering brilliance.
Their hands clasped together as the both of them met on the bed, their bodies pressing near. Liz whispered sweet words she couldn’t recall in the moment into her dream girl’s ear, getting a sultry chuckle as a response. Everything was perfect, their fingers mingling fondly with each other while their arms snuggled close, all leading to several quick, yet passionate pecks on the lips.
This coming together in the realm of dreams was so steamy, so well realized, it began to spill out from Liz’s own fantasies. A subtle, pink haze filled the bedroom, congregating around her husband. Ray grew restless as it hovered around him, his body building into a sweat as his wife’s kiss reached out, turning his lips glossy upon contact. His breathing became more labored and his body began to squirm, fingers jittery as they began slimming down. The same with his arms, the muscle and bulk throbbing, leaving behind less and less mass with each pulsation.
In the dream Liz squeezed her girl’s hands tight. Outside the dream, Ray’s hands reacted to her touch and continued to change. Each finger became delicate and pristine, every fingernail longer and polished and each hand soft and dainty. The now unblemished skin began to travel up his wrists and to his arms, carrying further changes along with them. He could feel the arms of Liz resting on his as if he was in her dream and it didn’t take long for both his arms to smooth over and mirror hers in size, then become even slimmer, with graceful slopes around the bones of his wrists and elbows. While fidgeting in reaction, he rolled his shoulders, both dipping into a gentle slope meant to perfectly match his new feminine limbs.
There would be no stopping her steamy escalations. Matt was now the canvas for his wife’s erotic dream.
Liz continued, reveling in the woman before her. She released her grip on her dream girl’s hands and moved to her backside, feeling the impossibly smooth skin as she traveled down the gentle curvature of their spine. Complimenting the journey was Liz digging into her breasts as well, switching back and forth suckling on each fat teat.
Outside of the dream, Ray squirmed and groaned more profusely, his nipples growing fat and erect as they moved against an invisible tongue. His body then reacted to the touch of his wife stroking his back. Following along its path, the perfect skin that had spread across his arms was painting itself there as well. The ghostly touch was electric, forcing his cock upright in his boxers. There was no pain, only pleasure, as Ray’s back began to snap and reform into a harsher, womanly curve, the muscular cracks and crevices of his back giving way to velvet smooth plains of perfection. All of the excess mass in his torso was fading fast to his wife’s dreamy embrace, her hands now groping at the meat of his stomach, devouring his chiseled abs until they were flat against the skin—a lean feminine tummy all that remained.
Within the dream, Liz adored the sounds her girl was making, wanting to just cuddle the adorable thing. So she did, positioning her legs alongside hers, pressing her chest against hers, and wrapping both arms around her and giving a tight squeeze while lovingly biting her neck.
Ray’s body was immediately whipped into a frenzy, his legs and feet shrinking at the touch of his wife, racing to match their delicate frame. Just like his arms from before though, they became even smaller than hers, bones tenting against fair skin and slim musculature—a frail, youthful beauty. Beyond that, his entire body was shrinking in size, his white, button-up work clothes sagging and sliding off from his shoulders, the sleeves bagging up on his arms. All the lost mass was disappearing under a vice-like pressure building in his sides from his wife’s grip. Her wants were absolute, her embrace for another. His body wanted it though and was more than willing to bend to her needs.
Sensing the growing arousal in her partner, Liz tightened her hug in the dream, squashing her breasts, holding her girl’s sides, and biting into her neck harder. All of it was then delivered to Ray in one quick instance, his neck flexing to her bite and his adam’s apple retreating, letting loose both the cute, energetic cries of the dream girl as well as thick wads of cum into his boxers. The moans were loud and delightful, celebratory in the sensations of his sides scrunching inward, the missing hourglass ingredient to his shape finally blossoming. But even more welcoming were the jiggling, pulsating growths in his chest which felt buried under his wife’s tits, the awakening woman inside him yearning for her own pair.
The yearning grew fruit, Ray’s softening chest jiggling to life and expanding into plush, succulent delights. They grew tender yet fast, the fatty tissue swirling within his chest, hitting the base of his nipples and then cascading down into the collective masses below. Each plop of malleable flesh widened his tits and forced small, pleased eeps from his mouth. Milk swelled within them at a certain point, adding even more heft and shape to them. Ray’s body, excited by the ordeal, gave a few spurts of milk from both pointed teats. Deep inside he may have thirsted for more pleasure, even larger breasts, but the woman taking over knew, she knew that this was the size Liz preferred, that this was perfect—big enough to sway, but just small enough to fully grab and tease.
Within the dream Liz was loving the over-dramatic howls of her girl, and trying to elicit even more, began to playfully grope her ass cheeks. Ray’s body outside of course responded, both cheeks firming, the faintest imprint of Liz’s grip visible on his flesh. Ropes and ropes of cum shot forth from his cock as he kicked about, wriggling his now looser boxers off of his body. His dick looked massive now for his undersized body, swollen and pent up from the unbelievable pleasure. The masculinity launching from his balls seemed determined to empty itself dry as his wife’s touch sculpted and massaged his ass, both cheeks fattening under her love and care.
He bounced on his expanding ass, each quake of rippling fat added on trying to squish between the fingers of his wife which may as well have been bars of a cage, holding back the woman desperate to break free. But she would not be stopped, her perky ass batting Liz’s hands away and fully forming, Ray’s hips snapping wider to accommodate the extra load and also prep for what was still to come. All Ray could see was what the dream girl saw, all he could feel was what the dream girl felt. He wanted Liz, she wanted Liz, and Liz wanted this body; All wanted this body.
Ray was screaming his heart out at this point, eyes still closed and lost within his own sleep, existing within a prison of bliss. He wanted to become the dream girl, no he was the dream girl. All the while Liz remained fast asleep next to her soon to be wife, the only evidence of her being lost within the same fantasy being her steamy, quickened breathing.
What had been an erotic overload for Ray was but a mere preliminary for Liz. Now it was time for the real action. She re-positioned herself yet again, a hand resting onto her girl’s upper back, while another traveled down to her wet, pent up snatch. She slowly dug in, fingers gradually making their way to her most precious of spots beneath the folds.
The head of Ray’s cock wiggled to her touch.
Liz found it, the shiny pearl within the oyster and pressed on it…
Ray’s cock fired a quick splattering onto the sheets, joining the already sticky mess.
Liz slid in a few more fingers…
The slit to Ray’s cock began to widen, his wife’s fingers stuffing themselves inside like hot rods.
Liz dug deeper…
The shaft of Ray’s cock ludicrously widened, as if a hand had been shoved inside. Cum spilled out upon waterfalls of clear fluids, her balls nearly spent as they began to tuck up inside her.
Liz lightly rubbed the clitoris with a back finger, digging with the rest towards the g-spot…
Rachael’s balls were now vanquished to the void inside her, reforming on each side of her hips into a pair of ovaries. Her deformed dick then began its own journey inward, beckoned by a cavernous womb growing in size.
Liz found it, the g-spot!
Hyah! AAAAAHHN!!
Rachael cried out through an unbearable orgasm, both in and outside of the dream, her cock now more of an outward pussy salivating over the masterful technique of her wife. She was so close to being made reality, how could she not scream like a canary?
Liz apparently wanted to suck on that sweet music however, and clamped down onto her wife’s mouth. She ran her fingers through Rachael’s hair as she enslaved her dream wife to an unbreakable kiss. It would only stop when she was satisfied, when she was done feasting on her moans. And plenty more were on the way, her fingers battering the sweet spot of Rachael again and again.
Back outside the dream, Rachael’s mouth was held open within her wife’s kiss, her moans completely audible though. She had plenty to be joyful for, her pussy was coming along, with the head of her dick now a large, flat ovular opening connected to a shrinking spongy shaft. And her face, yes finally she could break free under her wife’s kiss. Her skull was trembling, her features tingling, her hair lengthening and curling around Liz’s fingers. A crunch in her nose, a snap in her cheeks, a rattle in her head; Everything was building under a wonderful pressure that only increased the longer Liz held her kiss. Her burrowing tongue, her intoxicating breathes, everything was about to—!
SNAP! CRACK! SCRUNCH!
Rachael’s skull finally caved in, its shape rushing to meet the majesty of the dream girl. Every masculine feature was snuffed out and fit into the glove of that visage, and it fit perfectly. Golden locks, full of volume, spilled from her head, resting exactly where they laid within the dream. She had made it, Rachael was now real. Well, except for…
“Wow… you’re so… wet down there…” Liz mumbled in her sleep while Rachael bucked in the bed, her flattening shaft with the gaping hole of a head spurting out vaginal fluids as it quickly began to take proper shape. The skin of the shaft fused into place with the smooth skin between her legs while the pink skin at the head of her cock became the labia which her dick hole nestled itself into, becoming the new entrance to her garden of womanhood.
Rachael felt truly one with Liz in the dream now, every action of her body a direct reaction to Liz’s touch. Liz let go of the kiss to hear Rachael’s hastening cries, as she could tell her cute little wife was about to reach climax. She seemed so wild today, so overwhelmed, as if this was her first experience with this kind of pleasure. Liz was so turned on and began to finger faster and harsher, desperate to witness the peaks of Rachael’s release.
“Let it out Rachael, come on! Let it out sweetie!” Liz teased, trying to nudge her woman as much as she could.
“Oh fuck! Yes, make me real!” Rachael replied, her consciousnesses ascending, pushing itself out of the dream space. The husband from before was swirling about in the thick of this birth, even helping push Rachael free. As far as he was concerned he was Rachael, and he wanted out. Everything else was negligible, and needed to be washed away.
Liz had no clue what Rachael meant by making herself real, her mind a bit foggy as she felt a haze of random memories of her times with her wife bouncing about her head. There were some hard to recollect thoughts as well fading from memory. She could hardly pay it much mind though, not with her tensing wife ready to blow.
“Cum for me love. Come on. Cum for me my little lily!”
“Hooh! Liz! I’m gonna, I’m gonna—!”
“HYAAAAH! OOoooh yes~!” Rachael screamed in reality, her eyes opening wide, the dream shattered as she was birthed into the world. She rode the waves of her orgasm as long as she could, before collapsing in exhaustion, eyes shutting once more. Liz squirmed next to her, staining her panties a bit after hearing the lovely cries she sought. Both of them settled from the ordeal and they finally rested soundly.
The next morning, Liz was the first to awake and toss to her side to gaze on her beloved. There was a slight nagging at the back of her mind, that something was different, but she paid it no mind once she saw her wife’s jade colored eyes wakening and her golden locks flickering under the morning light creeping in.
Rachael shot up in a panic and yelled, “Oh shit, oh no! Did I oversleep again!?”
Liz silenced her with a finger on the lips and said, “Hush. And no, it is the weekend silly.”
“Ooooh, that’s right! Hahah! Silly me!” Rachael replied, her giddy energy always a surprise to Liz despite just having woken up. “I guess that also explains the mess in the bed. We really went at it last night huh?”
“That we did.” Liz agreed with a chuckle. She then tugged at the baggy male clothes hanging off of her wife. “You always look so cute wearing those.”
“Oh come on babe.” Rachael groaned. Liz always dressed her up in this stuff to make her look even smaller.
“I can’t help it. You are my cute little sweet pea after all.”
“Yeah yeah, well this cute little sweet pea is the head around this house.” Rachael joked, sticking out her tongue playfully. She leaped out of bed and gave a smack to Liz’s ass which made her jump in delight. “I’ll make us some breakfast, okay babe?”
Liz watched her wife scurry off to the kitchen. It was the perfect start to a perfect weekend and she pondered over how lucky she was. Never could she have dreamed up a better woman to have at her side.
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