The Family Jewels [1]
Michel Halson, a dark-haired, tan, hard-working, wealthy man tosses his blazer over the back of his armchair as he closes the door. Taking off his hundred-eighty-dollar shoes after a hard day's work, his feet feel hot and tired. Setting his briefcase next to the door, he loosens his tie with his left hand.
"Janie? Honey, I got your call! You home?" Michel calls into the silence of his wealthy home, "Janie? Sweetheart?"
"Don't you 'sweetheart' me another second, Mich!" an angry female's Brooklyn accompanied by quickly tapping heels shouts down an echoing hallway.
"What the Hell, Hon? Why are you mad now?"
"You're late again! Look at the dinner table!"
Michel looks past his wife storming down the hallway, a busty, curvaceous woman with pale skin and blonde hair. Her blue eyes, made up with smoky eye shadow and wing eyeliner. Her dark red, wrap style, v-neck t-shirt hugged her chest firmly, her cleavage on display as she huffed in anger. Her dark denim jeans hugged her body nicely, accentuating her thighs and curves.
He saw their marble dining table decorated nicely with a deep red tablecloth, topped with a white accent cloth. Two red candles were lit and two plates were set neatly and nicely adjacent each other. In the center of the table was a lovely white crystal vase with a single rose that's waited too long next to a bottle of aged Chardonnay.
"You're always home late, and I swore up and down to all my friends and to my mother, my mother that you would be home tonight, for our four year anniversary, and that I wouldn't be able to go out to see them today!"
"Janie, you know I work hard... I can't help that I have to stay late - production is taking a turn and I just..."
"Ya just what, Mich? Your family doesn't come first anymore? You know what? I'm glad you decided against kids! Lord knows they'd never see their daddy!"
"Honey, please... just calm down, alright? We'll reheat the food, have a nice date at home and maybe light the fireplace later, huh?"
"You're sayin' that. You're sayin' it to shut me up, Mich, I know you! I can't take this anymore. Either you start paying more attention to me and my needs, or I'm walkin' out and I'm stayin' with Charlotte or Ma."
"Ugh... Janie..."
"Yeah, I thought so. Fucking jerk!" Janie scoffs, turning on her heels and storming up the stairs, "I can't fucking believe this man!"
The past year of their marriage, Michel and Janie Halson have noticed that their relationship is beginning to be a bit bland - there's no excitement anymore. Where is the romance? Where's the spark, the surprise?
Michel decides to leave the house for the night, hoping to clear his head. He slips his shoes back on, grabbing his keys from his blazer pocket, and leaving the house, out to his jet black Jaguar XKE, and getting in, starting it up.
The wind tousles Michel's hair around as he drives around town, thinking about how he could save his marriage. I give her everything she's ever wanted... I'm able to do that by working as hard as I do. Why can't she be grateful and just be happy that I come home at all?
I suppose I haven't been too affectionate lately. Michel looks down at his Rolex: 10:42PM. Our anniversary isn't over... maybe I can still earn some brownie points tonight. A nice gift and some quality time.
Speaking of quality, Michel notices a Kay Jewelers just ahead. He pulls into the parking lot and parks, activating the car's hood and locking the doors. Stepping out of the car, he closes the door and heads inside.
Kay Jewelers looks posh and rather expensive, but to Michel, money wasn't an issue. All he cared about now was quality.
"Can I help you find something today, Sir?" a rather flamboyant assistant smiled, his hands folded together at the fingertips just below his chest.
"I'm looking for something... almost regal."
"Regal, now that's a term we rarely hear!" the assistant said, a large grin on his face, "you come across as someone looking for the best of the best - am I right to assume that?"
"You bet. I... really need to impress my wife tonight. It's our anniversary."
"Oh, congratulations! How sweet. Can you maybe tell me little about what kind of style your wife is into and we'll see if maybe we can match her taste?"
"Like I said... regal," Michel chuckles nervously, "Well, she likes simple things, but I don't want to get her anything... just simple. I want to get her something that'll make her feel like she's worth more to me than a few bucks, you know? I want her to feel... lavished."
Michel was introduced to many types of jewelry; necklaces, earrings, rings, pendants, broaches, none of them made the cut. They were all too common.
"How about something that we can both wear? Something... classy, elegant, but symbolic, you know?"
"Well, there is just one last interesting set. Dark blue sapphire, chandelier earrings for her, with a matching ring for him," the assistant said, rather sheepishly.
"Well, I'd kind of like to see it."
"Thing is, Sir, we get it returned a lot. There's always some kind of strange complaint."
"Complaint, over silver and sapphires? Are they not real materials or...?"
"No, no. I assure you, these pieces of jewelry are very, one-hundred-percent real silver, pure, untreated, finely cut sapphires, but..."
"But what, exactly?" Michel asks.
"Our customers say that the jewelry changes them. I'm not sure what they mean by that, but they never stay long enough to explain."
"I'm sure it's just a metaphor. A lot of people let luxury go to their heads - let's see them. I might be interested. I mean... they can't be that bad."
The assistant kneels down, sliding open a cabinet that is out of view for the customers, and stands erect again, holding a wide, thick black velvet, hinged display box.
Opening the box, the assistant reveals two gorgeous sets of silver and sapphire chandelier style earrings. The sapphires are shaped like teardrops. They're small and hanging in an intricate pattern off of small, elegant, sterling silver chains.
"This comes with it, a silver band and mount holding this rather large tear-drop shaped blue sapphire - also untreated and cut to perfection," the assistant adds.
"These are marvelous... I don't think I've seen anything like these before. If I pass them up, I'll be an idiot. I need to give these to Janie! Sold. How much are they?"
"Twenty grand, Sir," the assistant winces at the high price, giving a half smile, "but we won't blame you if you decide to return them..."
"Nope. She will love these. And the matching ring? That's sentimental, she's always loved that kind of thing!" Michel takes his credit card from his wallet and lays it on the table.
Michel opens the door, hiding the box behind his back and sees Janie cleaning the dining room table.
"Where'd you go off to?" Janie asks, disappointed.
"I just needed to clear my head, babe, it was nothin' against you, I promise."
"Yeah... I don't care... you'll need to cook yourself somethin' if you're hungry. I'm going to bed once this is cleaned up," Janie sighs, carrying two plates of food to the trash can.
"Janie, look... I know I've been absent... but all of that's about to change, okay? Look, I got you something nice."
"You can't buy me, Mich..."
"No, look - they're very unique, just like you," Michel says, pulling the box out from behind him and opening it for her. He watches as her eyes widen at the sight of the gorgeous earrings, and immediately her face lights up.
"Mich... my God! How... where... oh, Mich, they're lovely!" Janie says, holding the box in her palms.
"And the ring is for me - it's a set. A His and Hers type deal. See? It's in my size and everything, and the earrings will go amazingly with your blue dress, baby."
"A set? Honey that's so sweet! Oh, put it on! I want to see it on ya!" Janie's accent is harsh and excited as she fumbles with the box, excited to put the earrings on.
"Oh, sweetheart! They hang so lovely! I'm so in love with these - oh my God! I need to tweet this!"
Michel lays in bed, reviewing some paperwork for work, occasionally glancing over on his right hand at his ring, shining it in the dim lamp light, and smiling a bit.
"Michie... what do ya think?" Janie asks. Michel looks up from his paperwork to see Janie dressed in a black lingerie ensemble; she's dressed only a little - a tiny bra, a black g-string, and a see-through, silk cardigan that barely covers her breasts, but drapes gracefully off her shoulders beneath her wavy, relaxed blonde hair.
"Mmm... you look amazing, sweetheart. Bring all that over here, hm? Lemme get a closer look," Michel says, grinning and feeling himself become aroused. When he stands up, he falls to the floor.
"Mich! You alright? Clumsy!" Janie says, rushing over to him and kneeling down near him.
"Y-yeah, I just sort of... tripped on myself I guess," Michel says, his face to the ground. When he lifts his gaze to his wife, he's terrified at what he sees.
Janie's face had become made up rather poorly, and her lips are plumper than usual and seven piercings appear: three in each eyebrow, and one in her septum.
"Michie? What's wrong? Why are you... Oh my God... Mich... your hair!" Janie runs her fingers through Michel's hair, watching as it slowly turns a ginger red, long, and curly.
"Janie... your face!"
"Your hair!" Janie's accent fades from Bostonian to British in a matter of seconds. "What's... goin' on?"
Janie and Michel have no choice but to watch in horror as they slowly change into different people.
Janie's hair retreats slowly into her scalp and darkens, styling itself into a black side-shave, and her eyebrows become shaven away - she looks like a rebellious teenager with tribal tattoos on her arms and legs.
She slowly becomes taller, her breasts swelling and leaking through her lingerie. Michel can't stop shaking as he notices a male's penis slowly forms on his wife, spilling out of her small panties.
Michel, however, grows shorter and less muscular. His hair has become long, thin and slightly curly, and red. Inspecting his body frantically, he sees he has a flat chest with a hint of what looks like breast tissue and even a vagina. He's transformed into a little red-haired girl. His boxers are pooled around his tiny-childlike ankles.
"What the bloody hell is happening to you!?" Janie screams, her voice different - her old accent is completely gone, and her thoughts are altering, "What the fuck! An' where d'you think you're goin' then?"
Michel's run out of the room, hiding in the bathroom. He slams the door and locks it, looking in the body length mirror on the back of the door.
"Where is my dress?!" Michel says in a little girl's voice. What the fuck? That's me? That can't be me... I'm a fucking child? No... I'm Michel Halson... What's going on and why am I naked?
"Mommy won't like that I don't have my dress on... she says only naughty girls run around like this!" The fuck did I just say? Why do I think of Janie when I say Mommy? Ugh, and why do I feel so... horny?
"My open spot is getting shiny," Michel says, his voice small, cute, and girly. Is... this body really mine? I... I'll just see if... He gently pokes his newly formed vagina, Oh my God... I felt it. It's mine? I... need to touch it... why? "It feels warm! I like touching it!"
"Get on out of there! Explain to me what the bleed'n hell is going on here! Besides, you're hogging the loo - I gotta take a wicked leak!" That... sounded harsher than I wanted it to. Ugh, I need to pee or something... and I don't understand what's going on with Mich...
Janie looks down at her lingerie and sees that she has a full erection, rather large and slightly curving upward. I have... a penis? Janie reaches down and touches her warm, aroused cock and starts to stroke it a little. I need to... cum, not pee... oh my God, and I'm lactating?
"Mommy! I can't find my dress!" Michel calls.
Hearing the little girl's voice, Janie's nipples harden and leak more fluid. She takes off the black bra and sees that she's lactating, but the more she lactates, the harder her erection becomes.
"Don't worry about it... 'urry up in there! Mummy needs your help again!" Janie calls, knocking on the bathroom door of their bedroom. I feel like maybe Mich can help... if he'd just get out of there! I know he might know what to do. Wait, did I say "Mummy"? Like... I'm a mom?
"Okay! Fine." Michel opens the door, revealing himself completely naked as a five year old girl, his long hair covering his undeveloped chest.
"Let's sit and chat about this," Janie says. _Though, looking Mich in that body... it's turning me on. Why? I know that's Mich... I... I'm getting harder! "_Or... maybe just... make this boner go away so I can think, yeah?"
"I can do that!" Michel said. I'm thinking like a child, but... also like myself. This is odd... but... it's kind of like roleplay. Janie said she wants her erection gone - do... I do that? I kind of want to... maybe if I just... "Does this help, Momma?" Michel says, wrapping his tiny hands around Janie's massive cock and stroking up and down.
"Ooh, yes, but... not just yet, Luv." That felt so good... I should get more comfortable, heh-heh. "These clothes are a bit girly and my tits are fuckin' wet - you get your milk today, Luv?" God... stroking me and sucking on my tits? Haha... I might as well just fuck Mich like this! Wait. Hmm...
Does she want me to suck on her tits? Oh, fuck yeah! "Well, I am a little hungry, Mamma," Mich replies.
Janie stands, removing the lingerie and sits back on the bed, pulling Michel into her lap, her erection strong and twitching. Mich's skin is so smooth... and he's pretty small this way - I wonder if I really should try and fuck him...
"Your stick is really big, Mamma!" Michel says, looking at Janie's hard shaft. I... kind of want to feel it. My pussy is sort of swelling. Maybe it's just this body, but I'm fucking horny as hell!
I wonder... maybe I can get him to want it. "Did you play with your button a little first? Y'know you gotta get it a little wet or it won't feel right." Janie says, not hesitating to reach down, rubbing Michel's tiny clit. Oh my God! Mich is so wet and... hot down here. I just want to shove myself inside - imagine how tight it must be!
"I like when you do that, Momma. It feels good!" I'm so fucking wet... God, just fuck me already! "I'm getting squishy down there. Can I have some milk now? I think it'll fit now!" Mich says, overly excited. God, my... pussy... is just so wet. How can I be this wet? Shit!
"Alright, hold still, Luv," Janie says, picking up Michel, a redheaded little girl, and straddling him over her massive cock, slowly easing her rod inside her small, tiny entrance. Oh, yes! That's right... slowly and easily. My God, so fucking tight!
"It's so big, Momma. It feels really hard." That feels... amazing. It hurts a little, but feels so good!
"Good, it should; just relax and drink your milk, okay? We'll make this our secret snack time, so it stays between Mum and you, right?" Oh, this is so dirty! His tight little pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock! I kinda like havin' a dick. Let's get this goin' I wanna cum!
"Kay!" Michel says, riding Janie's cock, sucking from her leaking, swollen tits as he's told. Her milk is so sweet and my body feels amazingly full! I wonder if... she could go deeper? I never thought I'd say this, but I love my wife's cock! Haha!
I love when you suck my tits, baby! "God, baby, you're so tiny." Ugh, I need to go faster! I want to fucking cum! "We're gonna have to make you open up in there, yeah?" Janie says between moans, bucking her hips and fucking Michel's tiny body a little faster. That's it... fuck that little pussy! It's so wet! How could that tiny body be so wet?
Janie grabs Michel by his little hips and slams him further down onto her cock, fucking him faster as Michel moans in his giggles, suckling and slurping up the milk from Janie's breasts, ready to cum.
I'm going to cum, I feel it... I feel it dripping out of me... "Momma, I feel... that feeling again!" Michel says, groaning and tensing up, pulling away from Janie's breasts, squirming and arching her back a little. A-agh, fuck I'm really going to cum!
"Mummy feels it too, baby, just hold on a little longer, keep drinking, and you need your milk." I need to fuck faster, I can't stop my hips! It feels so fucking good! Mich is so tight and... oh God, I'm cumming!
In no time, Janie releases a load in Michel's little body, her cum flowing from the tiny slit. At the same time, Michel cums, too, his little clitoris throbbing and his tiny vaginal walls pulsating around the spewing cock.
That tongue... that little mouth can really suck... Janie pulls out of Michel, still cumming, and pulls Michel's little red head down onto her cock, "Now you clean mommy up and she'll clean you up."
I... wonder. Does it still taste like Janie? Michel says nothing and licks at Janie's cock, slurping up all the cum he can. Wow...it... tastes just like Janie's cum. I'm still horny!
Janie pets Michel's head as she leans her head back, feeling the tiny tongue slip over her cock and ball sack. This is... it feels amazing! Oo-oh... whoa. I forgot... the penis gets sensitive after cumming, especially as hard as I did... but it feels so good!
"Tasty, innit?" Janie grins, twitching from over- stimulation, moving Michel away from her limping cock, laying him to his back, looking at his child-like face, smiling and laced with cum. God, that pussy is just so wet... I'd love to taste it. "Mumma's just gonna clean you up now, right? Nothin' to worry 'bout. You just lay back."
Janie stays on all four, hovering over Michel's little body, grinning. Her tits still lactate a bit, dripping on Michel's smooth, young flesh. As Janie looks down at Michel's tiny pussy, she sees the small clitoris, poking out from the labia. Yes... there you are... hehe...
Janie leans down, running her tongue slowly up Michel's wet, cum-covered slit, slowly slipping her tongue inside, licking a bit harder as she comes to the clit. Michel's tiny moans start to fill the air.
Oh my fucking God... that feels amazing! Ugh, but why so slow? I'm so fucking horny! Michel opens his legs and his pussy a bit, "Can... you do that a little faster? It feels really good. Please? I like it!"
"Sure, Luv... haha. Mumma knows how to make her baby feel good, yeah?" Faster, huh? Hehe... right. How's this, babe? Janie uses her thumbs to hold open Michel's little pussy, exposing everything - the swollen, throbbing clit, and everything inside - even a shallow pool of Janie's cum.
Janie laps inside and around the pussy firmly, even taking her tongue inside of Michel's little body, feeling the spongy walls pulsate, massaging her tongue. God, this... tastes just like Mich. The saltiness and everything - it's really his! And... licking a pussy... that feels amazing. I feel like I'm in control, I feel like... I'm dominant!
_ _ Michel grabs the bed sheets on either side of himself. He moans, clutching them in his tiny fists, raising his knees a little, and wiggling his little hips around. I'm going to cum if she keeps that up! Fuck yes... don't stop, Janie, this feels so good! No wonder she always wants me to do this to her! Fuck... fuck here it comes! A-aa... "Aagh! I'm... you're gonna make me scream, Momma!"
Let's lick a little harder... see if he can make this little body squirt! Janie licks harder, suckling occasionally on the little clit, slipping a finger into his tiny pussy, tapping and rubbing against the little G-Spot, making Michel squirm and moan even more.
Michel can't take anymore. Without warning, he cums - spraying his cum all over Janie's chest, moaning and screaming in pleasure. Holy shit! Fuck yes! That was amazing! Ugh! I've never felt anything like that!
Naked and wet, the sheets soaked, Michel and Janie looked at each other in their new bodies, their pulses pounding and their bodies tingling from such release.
"Momma? Can we take a bath? We're messy!" Michel giggles, tugging on his red hair, holding his knees together as he blushes, smiling innocently.
"Prob'ly should. We look a wreck. Let's fill the tub then, get this muck off us, yeah?" Janie chuckles, getting up from the bed, her penis flaccid and satisfied, but her left breast still lactating, "These tits though... why they still leakin?" Michel basically nursed on me... why am I leaking? Oh... it's just the left. We'll fix that. "I'll be in soon, I'm gonna just take my earrings out. Forgot I had 'em in."
Michel's tiny feet patter ahead and he starts the bathwater. He turns and closes the bathroom door to face the mirror on the back. Eh, look at me - covered in cum. I'd better clean that up, huh? He scoops up the cum on his tiny labia and raises it to his mouth, licking it. Heh-heh. Still sweet... and I'm still a little turned on.
Michel opens his vagina in the mirror and looks at it, noticing his tiny clit moving slightly, throbbing from arousal. I really want to cum again... that felt amazing! _How could this tiny body produce so much pleasure? _
He reaches down and starts to rub his little fingers on his pussy, circling and petting his little clit, "Oh..." Mich moans quietly, trying not to let Janie hear, "Mmm... it feels like Mommy's tongue... oops, the bath!"
Getting in and sitting in the tub as it fills, semen starts oozing out of his tiny entrance and all over his little hand. Oh, I need to keep rubbing... God, don't stop. It feels so good! Aw, fuck... look at that cum!
Mitchel's tiny hands keep working away in his tiny pussy, opening it slightly and rubbing his little fingers on his clit as the bathwater's heat makes it all the more sensitive. Oh, man. It's so quiet in here. All I can hear is my tiny breath. It's kind of exciting; Janie could catch me! Oh God... I can't stop, it's too... good!
"I think Momma does it... this way," Mich says quietly to himself, rubbing his clit faster as he begins to squirm, his little body wiggling about as he feels closer to an orgasm. Fuck yeah! I wanna cum! Oh, yes! God.. Here it comes... Yes! F-fuck me!
"Mmgh! Ooh... I... can feel it..." Michel whispers to himself, kneeling up to turn the water off, but still rubbing his little pussy. He stays on his knees as he reaches around from behind, underneath himself to stick a small finger inside himself. Gotta get it nice and deep... I need to rub harder... maybe faster... like... that. Oh, yes!
Michel rubs himself faster, beginning to pant and moan quietly, soon, his heart begins to pound furiously as he feels his little stomach churning. He's about to cum.
He rubs his clit faster and faster, slowly sitting down in the hot water and cumming, a small amount of Janie's semen and a little warmth seep out of his small body and into the bath, and Michel's head is spinning as his little body convulses, almost unable to handle such pleasure. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! This little body did all that?! Oh my God! I... fucking love it! Mmgh!
Janie came into the bathroom looking like her usual self - pale skin, blonde hair, gorgeous curves and popping eyes. Back to her normal self - and naked. Her chest covered in shining cum, and she sees Michel, a redhaired girl in the tub.
"I think it's the jewelry... that's why you're small and... well, that's why you're a little girl. It sounds crazy... take that ring off."
She's back to normal? "What do you mean, Lady?" Michel says, realizing he's wearing a small ring - it looks exactly like the ring he bought with Janie's earrings.
Taking it off, he inspects his body, starting with his toes. In the bathwater, he sees his legs grow into adult, manly legs - his normal legs, in fact. He feels up his body - he's all there again. Everything - including his penis - is in its rightful place.
"What the fuck happened?" Michel whispers as he looks up from the bath and into his wife's eyes. Janie smiles and steps into the warm bath with her husband, sitting across from him Rinsing her chest free of cum.
"Did... you maybe..." Michel asked.
"Yeah... I think we... changed. It was real."
"How... how did that happen?" Michel asks
"I think it was... the earrings," Janie said "I actually really liked that. I felt... fuckin' amazing," she giggles.
"I did, too. I mean, it was with you, so..."
"Right? I had sex with my husband... who... for a moment was my daughter."
"Kind of like role-play."
"Yeah, exactly! It was new. Exciting. You know?" Janie blushed, smiling and biting her lip. She pulled her knees up to her chest, playing with the bathwater and looked over at Michel. "You're a squirter..."
"Haha! So... you think we'll ever do that again?" Michel leans back in the tub, looking at his beautiful, naked wife who is trying too hard to hide a small grin.
"Why the hell not?" Michel smirks.
Janie and Michel managed to work out a system. Whenever they felt the need to fight, they'd wear their halves of the His and Hers jewelry set.
Not only was it a sexual release for them, but it also focused their minds on the impossible, maybe even the improbable. They had their own little secret now, and there was no way they would wear the jewelry outside her home.
The best part was, they discovered that they didn't even have to wear the jewelry at the same time.
"Don, yeah, I can't make it into work today," Michel lies to his assistant, "I've got a family emergency to tend to, and when I can, I'll try to drop in."
Michel has the house to himself. Janie is visiting with her mother and friends, and Michel just couldn't help but think about what happened last night.
"Fuck it... it's my ring," Michel smirks to himself, slipping on the ring, "Now what... I just... wait here?" Michel sighs, watching his feet and arms, waiting for the transformation. Wait, I was really horny last time - maybe that's what triggers this thing?
Michel goes into his office and fires up his computer. Immediately he searches porn and porno videos. He clicks on one in particular where a woman is using what looks like a Barbie doll as a dildo. The plastic of the doll becomes very shiny and the woman masturbates so hard, she ends up squirting onto the camera, covering the Barbie doll in her juices.
Michel feels his pants become tighter, and immediately he unzips his pants, but in almost an instant, he feels his pants become surprisingly loose. He's a little girl again. Before I could grab my cock, but hey, we'll make this work. Alright, what'll we play today?
Michel's tiny feet carry his little body, wearing an adult's shirt like a dress to his bedroom. Sitting up at Janie's vanity mirror, Michel begins to brush his long, curly red hair.
"Um, I think piggy tails! I'll be so cute!" A red-head in pigtails is always cute.
Michel puts up his hair in lttle pig tails, his red bangs relaxed just above his eyebrows. There. I look so damn innocent! Like in those hentai videos. Now, let's do something fun. Speaking of videos... that woman with the doll gave me an idea. Just in time, too. I'm so damn wet!
The pigtailed little redhead's feet patter back to the office and climb up into the office chair again. He presses the play button on the porno video and continues watching.
Michel's little eyes watch as a woman masturbates viciously with a Barbie doll and cums all over, making the floor wet and the camera drip with sprayed cum.
"I know how to do that!" Mich says, happily, feeling his body become tingly and wet again, "Uh oh. My button is getting excited again. I wanna use a dolly, too! Momma has one in her room!"
Michel hops off the leather chair, leaving a small wet spot on the seat, and patters back to the bedroom, standing right before Janie's dresser. Sitting on it, facing the room, is an innocent looking pale-skinned black-haired porcelain doll, wearing a lacy dress with white ribbons in her hair. She has no shoes or socks on, and her green eyes look very realistic. Fuck, I'm too short... oh, wait!
Michel opens the bottom drawer of the dresser and steps on it, helping him to reach the doll and pull it off the dresser. Carefully, he hugs it against his naked body and slowly gets down.
"We can't do this if you have your dress on, Dolly. I don't have mine on, so it's only fair!" I should put it somewhere I can find it, though. I don't want Janie to find out. She'd kill me if she knew I moved her porcelain doll.
Michel crawls up to the bed and pulls the doll up with him, lays the doll on the bed, and takes off her dress and neatly puts it aside - right on the pillows.
"Okay, Dolly. You have to get really deep in there, okay? I think the lady on that show used the legs. This is about to feel nice, Dolly so don't be scared." Here we go... oh man, my tiny pussy is about to be stuffed with this doll!
Michel spreads his little girl legs and opens his pussy, moist and shining with arousal. He slips the dolls foot past his pussy lips, rubbing it against his tiny clit. The little body shivers in pleasure as a small spurt of fluid shoots from the little girl's body. Michel smiles and tosses his read hair back and moans, grinding on the doll's foot.
He decides to take it lower, biting his tiny lip as he feels the dolls foot enter his little body. That's it... yeah... take it deeper. Stuff that shit in! Fuck yeah! Michel moans in pleasure, sliding the doll's leg in and out of the tiny pussy, making a small sloshing sound as Michel's pussy gets wetter.
"Oh, Dolly... your leg is so big!" Michel says, daring to try and slip the doll's second foot inside her. Yeah! Stretch my pussy open! God, this feels so good! I'm gonna cum soon... ungh! I need... it to be faster!
Michel's tiny body begins to convulse as he stuffs the second leg inside, pulling and pushing harder, fucking the doll's legs even faster. Yeah! There we go!
Michel's tiny lungs begin to breathe faster as his tiny heart pumps harder, and soon, all control is lost. Michel stands on the bed, rubbing his clit as fast as he can, letting the doll fall to the floor, its legs covered in thick, hot juices.Oh God, Oh God... yes! Yes! Keep going just a ... a little... agh!
Michel feels his head spinning and chest pounding. The rest of his little body is being drowned in a typhoon of pleasure and amazing sensations. He rubs faster and faster as he falls to his knees on the bed, leaning forward and raising his little ass to the air. A bit of cum runs down his tiny legs, then a hard stream of cum sprays from his little pussy as he shouts in pleasure, pulling out his fingers, dripping wet and shiny with cum
"That was... fun... Dolly!" Michel says, panting and blushing, his red hair frizzy from his body heat, "I'd better put you back before Mommy sees."
Damn, that was fucking amazing! Fucking hot! My body feels so numb... don't think I've ever had a fuck like that. Jesus... I'm so tired...
Janie opens the door and steps in, "Mich! I'm back! How was your day? I have so much to tell ya! Ma was telling me this story about... oh, you're sleepin'."
Michel lays on the sofa, his ring on the table, snoring and grinning in his sleep.
Janie sighs and shakes her head, smiling, picking up the ring and taking it to the bedroom. That man... get him to try one thing and he's hooked for life, I swear... why is my doll on the bed?
Janie picks up the porcelain doll, putting its dress back on. Mich... he musta done somethin' with it... oh, God. He did. Janie touches one of the doll's legs. It's a little sticky and a very light, distinct vaginal odor emits from it. Janie rolls her eyes and sits the doll back on her shelf.
She looks at the earrings and ring, and a smirk comes to her face. Want to play around with my things, do ya? Let's make this interesting then.
Picking up the sapphire chandelier earrings, she puts them on. Immediately Janie's hair begins to recede and darken; she slips the ring into her jeans pocket and smirks, knowing that Michel won't be able to change his body.
Janie hears Michel groan and yawn in the next room and her smirk turns into a grin as she forms an erection.
"Michie... wake up, Honey. I need you to help me with somethin' in here... I'm in the bedroom, Luv!"