Eric woke up with a start as strong arms wrapped around him from behind and squeezed him tight against Lisa's warm body. He immediately pulled away from the embrace but found himself unable to move very far at all; he couldn't even move his head far enough to see what was happening around him or to look up at Lisa's face if she was in front of him; all he could do was turn his head left and right just enough to see the tangle of sheets covering the both of them from head to toe while Lisa pressed herself against him more closely than before in a way that made him feel wonderfully secure...and incredibly aroused as well as he could feel tiny tremors rushing through Lisa's body as she slept lightly against him...
And yet, despite the fact that his arousal was almost painfully intense, something still seemed off about how he felt. This wasn't like any dream he'd ever had before, and he knew instinctively that he hadn't been sleeping for long. Yet, oddly enough, everything felt very familiar: the feeling of warmth against his skin, the scent of Lisa's perfume, the feel of her breath on his neck as she exhaled, even the sounds of her deep breathing and occasional soft snores. And, most importantly, he realized that there was something terribly wrong about his current situation...
He began to struggle against the arms holding him down. As he did, he suddenly noticed that the hands gripping him were much bigger than he remembered. Even the fingers felt thicker, longer, and wider. The sensation sent shivers coursing through his entire body, making his skin crawl. In horror, he looked down at his own body.
His arms and legs were gone! Where they should've been were nothing more than a pair of huge, smooth mounds. There weren't even any nipples—his entire chest was completely flat.
Tears streamed silently down his cheeks, and his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. He struggled harder, trying desperately to break free. He thrashed what muscles were left, trying to find some kind of leverage, but he simply couldn't escape. All he managed to accomplish was to press himself deeper into Lisa's warm embrace.
Finally, exhausted, he slumped against Lisa, letting her hold him tightly. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks, mingling with her sweat as their bodies pressed together. He felt helplessly ashamed. No matter how hard he fought, he was powerless.
"It's okay," she whispered. "I know it's scary at first, but it gets better. You'll get used to it soon, I promise. Just give yourself time. Soon, you won't even remember your old body anymore..."
She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Go back to sleep, baby."
With those words, Lisa fell asleep, leaving Eric alone with his thoughts. She was right—he didn't have anything else to do. Time passed slowly, agonizingly slowly, but eventually, sleep claimed him too.
***
The next morning, Eric woke up feeling dazed and confused. When he tried to sit up, he discovered that he couldn't move. Panic gripped him. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. It took a few seconds before he finally realized why he couldn't move.
The transformation had finished. Now he was Lisa's pussy. Her pussy. Her cunt. Her vagina.
In an instant, the terror washed away, replaced by anger. He struggled again only to realize that his struggles were useless. He was stuck in place, bound by Lisa's strong thighs.
"You're mine now, sweetie." Lisa spoke softly, but the menace in her voice was unmistakable. "Mine forever."
Eric felt disoriented as his whole world shifted and turned. Lisa dramatically threw the sheet off of them. Suddenly, he was looking down at himself. He really was Lisa's pussy! His eyes ran along the length of his new body, taking in every inch of flesh and fur that made him who he was. He stared at his soft, pink lips, which parted slightly in anticipation. They were so full, so puffy, and so wet. And they were him. He was Lisa's pussy.
As if to reinforce his point, Eric felt his sex throbbing with desire. His clit was swollen, engorged, and pulsing in response to his growing lust. He could already taste his lover's juices, salty and tangy, and the smell of them was intoxicating. His juices. He felt overwhelming waves of new feelings. New lustful feelings. He needed to be filled up. He needed to be fucked.
Lisa smiled wickedly, reaching between her legs and stroking Eric gently. She teased him lovingly, moving her fingertips back and forth over his slit, making him squirm in delight. Then, without warning, she plunged two fingers inside of him.
At first, he wasn't sure what was happening, but then he felt a strange warmth spreading throughout his entire body. It felt good. It felt wonderful. His insides seemed to loosen up, stretching around the intrusion, until finally the two fingers slipped easily inside.
"Oh, yes!" Lisa cried. "That feels sooo gooood."
She started pumping her fingers in and out of him, slowly increasing the speed and depth of each stroke. Her touch was gentle, but firm, sending tremors rippling through his entire body.
Then, suddenly, Lisa stopped. She pulled her fingers from within him, withdrawing them cleanly, and wiped them quickly across her lips. Eric felt empty. Disappointed.
He wanted more. He needed more. He needed to be filled up. To feel pleasure. To cum.
"Don't worry, honey," Lisa said soothingly. "Tomtom will take care of you."