Shaped by Influence | The Best Pair
Henry didn’t remember buying the boots. One day they were just there: shiny black leather, tucked in the back of his closet, something he assumed was forgotten by an ex-girlfriend.
He meant to ignore them. But the whispers started. “Wear us. Put us on. We’ll make you perfect.”
For days they haunted him, tugging at his thoughts, stirring urges he didn’t want to name. Finally, he gave in.
The leather felt warm in his hands. He slid his foot inside and shuddered. Pleasure sparked through him as a tingle raced up his leg.
His leg reshaped instantly: smooth, toned, gleaming. His gasp came out high and breathy, so foreign and yet so thrilling.
The tingle climbed higher, warping his body with each pulse of his heart. Thighs pressed together, hips flared, waist pinched. He moaned again, lighter, needier.
His hands softened with longer fingers and glossy nails. His chest swelled under the fabric, heavy and round. His ass filled out, lush and firm, straining against suddenly shrinking clothes.
His boxers melted into a black lycra dress that hugged his new voluptuousness. The fabric clung to his hips, lifted his breasts, kissed his thighs. He was breathless.
His moans deepened, laced with hunger. Lips swelled into a glossy pout; eyes darkened into sultry almond slants framed by thick lashes. Platinum hair spilled past his shoulders, framing his face with golden silky strands.
A warm ache bloomed between his thighs as the last trace of Henry faded. The boots tightened, sealing everything. The voice in her head sighed.
“Perfect. Now go show them what we’ve made.”
Monique blinked. Her thoughts now focused on the hunger growing between her thighs. A boldness gripped her as she admired her reflection. She smiled and licked her lips
She was beautiful. But she wasn’t satisfied. She needed more. And she was going to get it.
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