The midday sun shines on my face. I drowsily rub my eyes open. Still not fully awake and aware of my situation. Wait! I rubbed my eyes. I'm not a penis anymore. Thats a relief. I pull myself up from my warm pillow and sit up. The dressing table across from the bed looks gigantic. I guess being completely back to normal was too much to ask for. judging by the height of the chair at the dressing table in relation to me I guess I must be half a foot tall. Thats not so bad I think to myself. I let myself fall backward onto my soft, cushiony bed and find it quite bouncy. I close my eyes and giggle to myself as I feel it jiggle beneath me. Its so warm and comfortable even without a blanket or clothes. I just love the way I sink into it slightly too. I goto lift my legs into the air to stretch them and they stick to the surface slightly like sweaty, naked skin on skin. I sit up and look down between my legs. It is skin! I look around me and it becomes apparent where I am. I'm not half a foot, I'm barely inches tall riding atop Morgana's left boob!
I'm wide awake now. It all come back to me. The memories of being a living dildo, being forced to pleasure this woman. I don't know how to feel about it. It felt really good and I don't really hold any resentment for what I was made to do because I enjoyed it. It was however very embarrassing and I feel painfully guilty for enjoying it. If anyone found out my life would be over! Part of me is glad I'm so small now. It means I could easily disappear and not be made a public spectacle. Then I remember where I am. A tiny, little woman on top of a much more powerful, well-endowed womans tit. Her nipples must be larger than my head when erect! I look at my own silly, little titties and feel much less of a woman. More of a prissy, little daddies girl than a strong, woman of the world like Morgana.
My nudity begins annoy me. I'm deeply ashamed of my body now even though theres no-one watching I cross my arms close to my chest covering my self. I clamp my thighs tightly together and look around for something to wear. A handkerchief, a tissue... something must be around here. I scramble to my feet to look into the open bedside table. My feet sink into the soft mountain beneath me and I'm very aware of it. I'm forced to raise my arms to keep my balance leaving myself exposed to the world I just want to hide from. The only thing I see in the drawer is...condoms. Once again I let myself drop down bouncing on the huge boob. I don't care how desperate I want to hide me body, I will not wear one of those! Not after what happened earlier.
I roll over onto my front. Preferring to have my bottom on show. My face buried in soft flesh I could just cry. The tears well up behind my eyes. The pressure builds to a point and I start to sob. I wish Serath were here to hug me. I wish he weren't a pig.