You spend the next seven days in a euphoric state of sexual bliss taking litte to no breaks in between sessions. Looking back on this week you can only recall flash images of Amandas body pumping into yours, sometimes catching a glance at your own reflection when you two decide to take things into the bathroom, recognising fewer and fewer parts of yourself with each passing day, but being to aroused to care, or even take notice in the moment.
After the seven days are over you snap back to reality, like waking up from a very long and realistic dream. You look around the room you are in and the first thing you notice is that the sheets, and most other surfaces in your immediate vicinity are drenched in a mixture of sweat and other bodily fluids.
You remove the blanked that is covering your body and are shocked at what you see. You don't recognise anything familiar about your body, with the exception of Amandas vagina in between your legs and the amazing rack you gave yourself before this whole ordeal started.
From what you can tell, you now look like a very petite woman, if you had to guess your hight you would assume that you were roughly 5 feet tall, making your previously large breasts look ridiculous on your new frame. Your arms and legs are incredibly thin and weak.
Looking around your hotel room you notice that there is no sign of Amanda. You also notice a distinct lack of clothing in your field of vision.
Suddenly you feel an intense pressure in your lower body and you notice that you can't remember the last time you used the restroom, at least for it's intended purpose (images of an intense session in which you are grabbing the bowl for support while Amanda rails you from behind flash before your inner eye), and you try to rush to the bathroom in order to empty your bladder which feels like it's about to burst.
As soon as you rise from the bed you topple over and land on your massive chest, barely cushioning your fall. Apparently your current body isn't used to walking on its own and your weakened legs can't support your rather heavy top. Feeling tears in the corners of your eyes, partially from the pain of the fall, partially from the embarrassment of falling you start crawling towards the bathroom, needing all the strength left in your upper body to push yourself forward.
After what feels like an hour you finally manage to heave yourself onto the bowl and start relieving yourself. Having finished your urgent business you start to think more clearly and think about your next steps.