Hannah tore open her own shirt, revealing her own modest breasts to Rogers. She realized they were smaller than his, and he could sense her fear of disappointing him.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "We could both get in a lot of trouble if we take this further."
"Yes. No. I don't care," Hannah said, flustered. "I mean, I'm not even into guys. But I want you so much right now. More than I've ever wanted anything." She pulled herself close to Mark, dropping his tail in favor of fumbling with his belt.
Mark returned the embrace, holding the shorter woman's head tight against his still-expanding bosom. He knew that the small idol was somehow responsible for his transformation. Did it make him more attractive to Hannah as well? Was he excuding pheromones, or did he create a supernatural compulsion of lust? He was ready to believe anything. By all rights, he should have been scared out of his wits, but he found the changes pleasant. He wanted more. Was his mind being influenced as well?
Hannah did not give him much time for reflection. With hunger in her eyes, she pulled his trousers and boxers down with one swift motion. She dropped to her knees onto the mosaic before him, taking his erect member in her hands for a few moments before starting to pleasure him with her mouth. Their moans of pleasure echoed in the subterranean chamber.
Hannah had no experience giving a blowjob, but she instinctively knew how to maximize Mark's pleasure. As she teased and sucked on his erect cock, his changes accelerated. His skin took on a rich purple hue, and his face lost any trace of masculinity. His beauty would put any supermodel to shame, with plush, inviting lips and high, elegant cheekbones. His eyes shine with an amber light. His limbs grew long and elegant, with silky skin over a toned physique. Mark's waist narrowed while his hips flared out, developing an inviting round ass that would definitely draw attention. And his breasts continued to inflate until he could not get both hands around one of them. Each had to be about the size of his head. His horns grew out, curling like those of a ram, and his silky black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall. He could feel his climax mounting.
"Get ready," he warned.
Hannah took that as a challenge impaling herself on his shaft just as he erupted within her.As she guzzled his cum, she felt her own nethers pulse in an orgasm of her own. Was that even possible? she wondered. And did all cum taste so sweet?
As Mark exploded, he arched his back in ecstasy, and two vast leathery wings erupted from his shoulder blades. Spent, he sank to his knees, and he and Hanna watched in fascination as his penis shrank away into nothing, retracting into a pink pair of nether lips, topped by a little nub that was all that remained of his former cock.
"You're her, Hannah said in breathless fascination. Mark did not even have to look down at his new body to know what she meant. He was the exact image of the statuette he has pocketed earlier.
"This is…different," was all he could manage to say.