Winona is lounging deepthroating on the sofa.
Apparently, Winona's boyfriend Mason only needed one word to ruin her life completely. He'd hardly put any thought into it. As if pulled by a primitive urge, she'd gone down on him while he was sitting on the sofa playing with his phone. It was both the best and worst blowjob she'd ever given him, swallowing him whole, yet simultaneously gasping for breath and fighting the urge to gag from the intrusive rod in her throat.
Winona is giving Mason a blowjob with her mouth pussy.
Until all of a sudden, the urge disappeared. She didn't feel the need to breathe anymore, and her face became flush with warmth as an intense feeling of arousal clouded her mind, all her worries disappearing.
Hot seed hit the back of her throat, and Winona swallowed greedily, trying, unsuccesfully, not to spill a single drop.
Her face felt hot, but she felt satisfied, her hunger sated. She looked up and saw her boyfriend's face, torn with regret. "Oh no, what have I done?" He cried out.
Winona looked at her boyfriend questioningly, slowly sobering up now that the deed was done. She tried to talk, but found that she was unable to. Taking a deep breath, she found that she couldn't.
It was enough to send her spiralling into a panic-attack, realising she couldn't inhale, she grasped at her throat. Mason saw this, and went back to his phone in a hurry. At that point, Winona still believed he was using it to call an ambulance...
Winona is gasping for air, without with success.
...Until suddenly Winona could breathe again. But breathing, she noticed, felt very strange. She tried to open her mouth as wide as she could, but the muscles in her jaw almost seemed to work against her. Breathing in through her nose, it felt stuffed. She brought a hand to her nose to see of she could pick out whatever was blocking her nostrils.
As her fingers found the bridge of her nose, she saw stars.
Without a so much as a word, she toppled to the ground, eyes crossed as feeling of pleasure and arousal overcame her. Sensitivity overload. Saliva dribbled over her chin. She'd begun drooling, and she had a hard time keeping her mouth shut.
"Winnie, talk to me," her boyfriend said. "Please tell me you're okay. I promise I will fix this!"
One hand still covering her mouth, she frantically waved her free hand, making it clear she still couldn't talk.
"Right, you can't talk. Let me fix that for you first." Said Mason, tapping away on his phone again.
Winona's transformation has hasn't caused her to lose her ability to speak.
With a wet lurch, an appendage formed in her mouth, which she hadn't noticed had gone missing. Clearing her throat, she noted her vocal chords had reappeared as well, though she wasn't sure where they'd even gone.
That said though, Winona was starting to connect the dots. What with the sudden urge to give her boyfriend Mason a blowjob, the intense heat and arousal suddenly emanating from the middle of her face, and all the chaos that ensued.
Mason had a lot of explaining to do.