"Wow." Oops. Did I say that out loud? Sarena nudged me with her elbow. Yes, I guess I did. We were cuddled up watching a romance thriller. The female lead was played by Jenny Ormond, and she was incredibly smokin hot. She had just unexpectedly come on to the policeman looking into her mother's murder. In a flash her top was off and I was responding in ways I probably shouldn't with my girlfriend sitting next to me. I managed to keep my exclamations in my mind for the rest of the scene and what little was left of the movie. I thought my slip had been forgotten until the credits began to roll.
"So.. you think she's hot huh?" I hemmed and hawed. This was a no-win scenerio. Jenny Ormond was blonde and sexy, with the movie running her around in skin-tight tops and skirts that seemed just a little too short. "It's okay, she's a sex symbol movie star, who wouldn't be attracted to her. Even I think she's hot. Though I bet anyone wearing clothes that tight would catch your eye." She gave me a solid poke.
"You would look crazy hot in that blue dress she was wearing." Sarena was cute, dark haired with a slim figure, but a flesh-and-blood high-school girlfriend really couldn't compare to a hollywood sex icon -- regardless of what she was wearing. However, a little flattery never hurt anyone.
"Covering your ass now are you? Now I know you're into her. I bet you wouldn't know what to say if you did meet her." Sarena hopped on top of me and pinned me down into a kiss. "I'll even make you a deal. If we ever meet her, I'll do my best to get you an intimate moment alone with her. In return you have to do whatever I say tonight." That sounded like a plenty good exchange to me, if it wasn't for the fact I was never going to meet her. Then again, if I did, Sarena did have an unusual kind of luck with the world going her way. In fact, it was going to go her way right now. She probably just wanted a foot rub, so I accepted.
"So trusting. Close your eyes." She was leaned against me now, whispering into my ear. "Picture me in your mind. Now, I want you to relax." Her hands rubbed up and down my arms in a soothing motion. "Can you still see me?" I nodded. "Now picture me wearing her outfit." I inadvertently snickered a little. "Be nice. I'm sure it doesn't look quite the same on me as it did on her. Shh..Just relax. Tonight you're going to dream about what I'd look like in that outfit. The nice thing about dreams, is they don't have to be real. I want you to pick out one way you'd like me to look more like her. Shh.." It was hard for my mind not to wander right to movie scenes of the sexy vixen. I felt Sarena's hands slowly rubbing up and down my arms. "Relax. Pick just one feature." She was whispering very softly now, I had to strain to hear her. I guess I did agree to do what she said. What would it be? My minds image of Sarena didn't seem nearly as sexy, she was perhaps a bit too slim. Maybe if she had a bit more curve to her hips and bust. "Can you see me?" I nodded. I could see her in my mind's eye. "See me a bit more like her. Do you like what you see?" She did look a bit sexier, a bit more desirable. I nodded. "Shh... Now relax. Soon you're going to drift off into a deep sleep and dream." With her hands rubbing my arms and my eyes closed, I did almost feel ready to drift off to sleep, "but not yet. I bet I could look sexier still. Look closely at me." Just as the subtle change had left her sexier than before, with her hips and waist lookling more like Jenny Ormond, it was more apparent that despite some more curve, she didn't fill out the top the way my movie star crush had. I nodded. "Pick something else. See me a bit more like her." My eyes felt heavy, and her voice was lulling me to sleep, but I did as she asked, and my image shifted, her bust a little fuller and firmer, with a bit of cleavage visible. "I'm sure you really like how I look now, but I bet my hair is still dark." I gently nodded, I think. "Make it blonde, like hers." I did, and now my mind was having a hard time seeing the parts that were Sarena and the parts were the hearththrob Jenny Ormond.. You like what you see. Soon you'll be dreaming of me. Shh.."
I woke up the next morning on my couch in a start. I guess Sarena had let herself out after the movie. She didn't live far away, so it wasn't uncommon for her to head home on her own at night. Still, my memory of falling asleep was pretty foggy. I did wake up with some morning excitement and thoughts of Sarena. She must have left me hanging as I drifted off.
**
Several days later, I could hardly believe my eyes. I was sitting in our local coffee shop, and Sarena had just stepped out to get something from the car, when I saw her. Jenny Ormond! She walked right into the coffee shop in our little town. What in the world was she doing here? Should I saw something to her? Looking around, I was surprised she wasn't being swamped by people recognizing her. She seemed to ask them something at the counter, then head towards the back. Did she know the owner? As she stepped out of view my deal with Sarena popped into my head. Where did she go? I stepped up and looked out the front window but Sarena was nowhere in sight. When was I going to get another chance like this? I briskly made my way towards the back hallway, really just hoping to catch another glimpse of her, mostly just to convince myself it was actually happening.
When I made it to the middle of the back hallway it was empty. I couldn't very well just stand there, so I ducked into the men's room. The mirror there seemed like a shock of reality. I slapped some cold water on my face and dried it off. If she had come in, I'd see her again on the way out. I pushed through the door on the way back to my table, and nearly stumbled over someone "Excuse me." It was Jenny!
"Ohh no, excuse me." She started to brush the front of my shirt, and only then did I realize she had some type of cookie that had sprayed some powder on me in the collision. "I've made a mess, I really should watch where I'm going." She was right there in front of me and I was a bit dumbfounded. What should I say? For a few seconds more more she wiped powder off my shirt. "There, all better. No permanent damage I hope." I shook my head and then stood dumbfounded as she walked away down the hallway. By the time I re-entered the front of the store and reached my table, she was gone. I scanned inside and outside the coffee shop and she was nowhere to be found.
"Are you ready to head out, or did you want another Latte?" It was Sarena, she had returned from the car, and apparently was oblivious to the whole star-spotting.
"Did you see her? Jenny Ormond just walked in and out of here!"
"Really Tim? Did you dose off while I was gone?" I stood and followed her towards the car, still scanning around to make sure I didn't miss another glimpse on the way out. "You must have been dreaming. Did you at least get to say hello to her?... in your dreams?" She nudged me playfully in the side. I looked down and could still see some of the cookie powder that had remained on my shirt. She could laugh, but I had seen her!
**
"Tim, we've been going steady for nearly a year now. Do you think things are going well?" Sarena and I were eating out before heading home to do our best rendition of pretending to study. This conversation just became a whole lot more serious than I had expected. I cleared my throat. "No no, I'm not trying to drop any bombs. I just... I like us being together, I could see us dating another year, at least. Do you think that might be fun?" I honestly hadn't thought about it, and the unexpected topic had my tongue.
"I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, i really like you. Is that what you're asking?"
"Yes yes, I really like you too Tim. I just... well, forget I brought it up. I feel silly now. Excuse me while I use the ladies'." She started to stand up from the table with a bit of embarrassment. Something felt a little off and I knew I had to stop her.
"Wait, Sarena, wait a second." Reaching for her hand kept her at the table, but I could see she was itching to flee. "You just caught me by surprise is all. Of course things are going really well. We're in high school, nobody here is planning weddings or anything right?" I shook my head and she shook hers too, "however, I really have fun with you, and I can't imagine another girl more perfect for me. I'd love to still be dating a year from now. Is that what you wanted to know?" I could see some relief come over her face as she nodded vigerously.
She rose and gave me a quick kiss, and it looked like she was almost getting teary. "Sometimes you say the nicest things. Now excuse me as I really have to go to the ladies'." She made her way to the back and I sat back feeling like I'd dodged a bullet just now. After a few minutes I felt comfortable things were back to normal, but a scan of the room turned up something shocking. Jenny Ormond was standing near the ladies room looking right at me!
Something strange was definitely going on. There was no way I should be seeing movie stars in my town, let alone twice in one week. Yet just a few days later, there she was again. Even more strange was the way she was looking towards me. I checked to my left and right to see if there was someone else she might be looking at. When I turned back, she was giving me an obvious look of recognition and calling me over with the wave of her hand. I didn't need to be asked twice, and as I approached she slipped back into a darker section of the hallway.
"Excuse me? Were you waving to me?"
"I most certainly was. Tim right?" I nodded. "I'm Jenny. I recognized you from the coffee shop." She recognized me? She was stunning up close, and she was staring right at me. Her clothes were fairly casual, jeans and a button up red blouse, but she somehow made that simple outfit look classy, and sexy, and wholesome all at the same time. I could feel my insides shaking with nervousness. How did she know my name? "I just had the nicest chat with your girlfriend, Saranna is it? She tells me you're a huge fan and insisted I say hello."
"It's Sarena, and wow that's really really nice of you. Are you in town long? What brings you here?"
"Ohh I have family here, I'm just here for a few days visiting. It's really nice to be back. It makes me miss some of the things I left behind, like normal school and normal friends, and knowing anyone my age. I have to run right now, but your girlfriend invited me over later, would that be okay, I mean, if I stopped by? I don't want to intrude."
"Stop by? yesss, of course. Did she give you the address?" She nodded. Did that just happen? Did a famous movie star just offer to stop by my house?
"Great, I have to get back to my family now, but I'll come by after dinner. Nice to run into you again Tim." She slipped back out into the dining room and around the corner. I was still in a state of disbelief as I made my way back to the table to find Sarena settled back in.
"Wow hun, I didn't believe you at the coffee shop the other day, but sure enough, there she was. Can you believe she's stopping by later?" I was still in shock. "She's actually quite nice, and if I must say, she was a little flirtatious when she found out about you. If you play your card's right, you might get to cash in on that little deal of ours." Was she kidding? A movie star stopping by my house was already off the hook enough. My mind was spinning, and I really couldn't pay attention to anything for the rest of dinner.
**
Back at my house I was completely distracted wondering if Jenny was really going to show up. We had our books out to study, but I couldn't help but check out the window periodically. "You do have quite the crush on her don't you? You can't sit still." Sarena seemed to be not the least bit insecure about my movie star jitters, which was a good thing. Maybe it was our heart-to-heart talk at the restaurant. "I'm going to go get some water, do you need anything?" I shook my head.
If I was distracted before, with Sarena out of the room I felt jitters of anticipation. I was standing looking out the window when I heart Jenny's voice behind me and turned to see her walking into my bedroom! "Hi there Tim. Your parents let me in a moment ago and we had a nice little chat. They seem really nice." She walked right over and sat down on my bed with an aire of familiarity and determination as if she owned the place. "You know your girlfriend is a very special girl. She explained your little crush on me, and I must admit I'm flattered." I could feel my palms sweating. "I was actually relieved, most girls don't like me very much, girls can be very jealous." She looked to the books on the floor. "What are you two studying?"
"We should be studying history, but we're not making much progress this evening."
"I hope that's not on my account. I'll be careful not to interrupt for too long. I really just came by because Sarena told me about a little deal of yours." The jitters of anticipation in my stomach were amplifying, and I clasped my hands together to keep them from shaking. "At first I was a little taken aback, but after she explained I think it's sweet. How she cares about you so much to invite your movie crush over." She patted the bed. "Come sit. She asked me to play spin the bottle and make it seem all accidental." I was sitting next to her now. Time seemed to slow down. Without the makeup of her movie persona she seemed natural and sweet, but her lips seemed so sensual mouthing out the words. "I decided it would be more special to simply offer you a kiss. Would you like that?" I started nodding, and she started nodding with me, and giggling a little bit. "Yeah, we thought so." I leaned in, closed my eyes, and sank into her sweet lips. We kissed, and kissed...
**
"Wake up sweetie." I opened my eyes to Sarena sitting over me. "That must have been some kiss, you completely passed out." I looked around to see if Jenny was still there. I felt a moment of embarrassment. Had I really passed out?
"Is she still here? Did she leave?" Sarena didn't answer, she sat unmoving.
"I have something to confess, but first, would you say I delivered quite exceptionally on our little arrangement? Did you like it?"
"Yes, I'd say, I never expected any of that would ever, could ever, happen." I struggled for the right words. "That'll be something to remember."
"I'm glad you liked it. Now for my confession. She wasn't real." What?" "It was me all along.." What was she saying? Confusion began to set in. "She was just an illusion, a bit like hypnotism really. I created her."
"That's not possible. She was so real. I talked to her at the restaurant. We kissed. How could she... How could you?"
"I did it for you sweetie, and I hope you'll forgive me for keeping you in the dark. I just thought you would enjoy it more if... if you didn't know it was me."
"What are you saying? I don't.. I can't beileve this. How could..." I was very confused. What was she saying?
"You know your girlfriend is a very special girl." Her voice was shifting. It sounded increasingly like Jenny Ormond. "She explained your little crush on me." Her hair was shifting color, from black, to brown, to blonde. Her clothes remained the same, the tank-top and sweater, but her figure changed and she started to look much more sexy in it. "You see Tim." Her voice was back to Sarena. I was looking her up and down now. "Perhaps this will help." Her hair shifted back to black. "Do you believe me now?" I walked up to her, and as I touched the side of her face, something shifted and I was looking at Sarena again. "I will explain everything. Do you believe me? It was all me."
"I don't know what to believe, but I'm starting to. How is this possible?"
"So you're not upset then?" She looked to have a bit of shame for her deception, and I shook my head. She reached out and hugged me. "It's a bit like hypnotism really, only it's not. It's an illusion projected into your mind. It isn't real, so touching it shows the mind it isn't real and the illusion fades. I'm an illusionist. I'm a witch." That last word hung in the air for quite some time.
What did that mean she was a witch? Did she mean literally a witch, or what she making some kind of analogy? The beginning of questions formed in my mind and then seemed ridiculous. I was at a bit of a loss for what to say. "Okay then. Well, is that all there is to know then? Illusions?"
She let out a nervous laugh, part relief, part unease. "Not exactly." She held her hand out with some paperclips in her palm. The paperclips rose up and began to swirl around above her hand.
"That is seriously cool! Is that an illusion too?" I reached out for one of the paperclips, and to my susprise I was able to pluck one out of the air.
"No, that's real. I'm still learning." The paperclips fell to the bed as she reached for and then tossed an old book between us. "This is the book I've been studying." I flipped it open and read what looked like a spell for igniting flames. "No, not there. I'm only an illusionist." She flipped several sections over in the book and I scanned down the page. Object Transfix-ion, replacement of an object image in the mind. Prepared Illusion, one that the viewer is receptive to. Environment Illusion, sense and sound and smell around you. "This was a prepared illusion, and actually it was quite easy." I flipped a few more pages.
"Shapeshifting? Can you do that?" She turned the book towards her to read what I had flipped to.
"No no," she let out a giggle, "at least not yet. Why, what animal would you want me to shapeshift you into? Maybe we could be doves together for a night." She wore a satisfied smile. "I'm glad you are taking this so well, I wasn't sure how you'd react."
"It was a bit of a shock, but it's also cool, wow. Can you do anyone in an illusion?"
"It didn't take you long to put that one together." Her smile turned into a devious smirk. "Though I guess I opened up that can of worms. It takes some practice." She shifted to look like Beth Robinson, the hottest senior in our school. "But most are not too hard. She doesn't seem so desirable when you can have Jenny Ormond though huh?" She shifted again to look like Jenny. "Still these are both girls, what about a woman?" She shifted to look like Cindy Reynolds, a tall mid-20s red-head that I didn't realize was so stunning until I was sitting just a few inches away from her. "Cat got your tongue?" I think my mouth was hanging open a little.
"This is all a bit much. It's hard to remember it's you under there." Did I just look a gift horse in the mouth?
She shifted back to herself and reached for her book. "I have an idea. I havn't tried this one yet. Suggestion Illusion. Close your eyes. Like our game last week, picture me in your mind." I nodded. "Choose one thing you'd like to be better about me, and picture it. Can you see it?" I pictured her figure with slightly more curve, and nodded. "Okay, now open your eyes. See in me in the real what you wish for in your minds eye." It was subtle at first, but a moment later I could clearly see her hips with slightly more curve. However, it didn't stop there, her chest began to fill out, her hair became longer, though still black. "What do you think? Better?" She was starting to look impossibly sexy. The cut of her top receded down her chest exposing a dramatic amount of cleavage. "I can't see this one, as it's only in your mind's eye. What do you see?" She stood up, and twirled. At the moment, I could see her growing taller, and taller. "Is my hair still black?" I nodded. "I wish I could see what you see, though I suppose I can make a few educated guesses. Probably a bit curvier?" A bit. "..and a bit fuller up top?" More than a bit. "What else?"
"Your clothes are a lot more... sexy. Showing a bit more skin." There was now a strategic rip in her jeans high on her thigh.
"Oohh. Is that all? Remember, look but don't touch." She was so tall. How tall was she? I stood to find out, and realized she must be 6'6" and still growing taller! "What's way up there?" I realized that by looking her illusion in the face, I must be staring up over her head. This part of the fantasy was unexpected even for me. I did my best to judge were her eyes should be, and found myself staring down the increased cleavage of her top. She took several steps back across the room. "Let's not break the illusion yet." She placed her hand on her hip and looked impossibly sexy. "Am I everything you dreamed of? What do you think of Better Sarena?" I nodded, a bit slack-jawed. "I'm glad you like." She ran her hands down her body. "It's too bad you can only look. Still, it's gotten quite a rise out of you. This might come in handy later." She giggled a little as she gestured towards the erection in my pants. "Let this image you see be the image of me, whenever you think of .. pistachio." What? Pistachio? I hate Pistachio and she knows it. "Now close your eyes." I did as she said, and a moment later I felt her kiss, and her hand massaging my crotch. I felt a pang of guilt at the disappointment when I opened my eyes to find the illusion gone and my Sarena back.
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It was a few days later when I learned what her codeword was all about. We were out at the local ice-cream shop. It was a super hot day, so it didn't take much convincing on her part to get us there. Normally I get Chocolate Fudge, and she gets some kind of fruit sorbet. "I think I'm going to be experimental. No sorbet today. Are there any particular flavors you think I should try?"
"I'm always a fan of chocolate, and you like chocolate chip mint. You could double scoop." She put on a frowny face and leaned over the counter at the clerk.
"That's not what I was thinking of at all. Sir, can you tell me what that flavor is right there?" She pointed down through the display case while looking back at me. Bubblegum? She glanced back at the clerk. "No no. That one," pointing her finger more emphatically. Ahh Pistachio. It didn't take but a moment for me to be trapped in her web. One moment she was the Sarena I knew, and then I blinked and she was the hotter than life better version of Sarena I had dreamed up for myself. Instantly almost 7' tall, she was leaning over dramatically against the display case, yet still towered over the clerk. It looked like she could reach over the counter and pluck him right off the ground. "Yes, I'll have a scoop of Pistachio!" She turned back to me. Her T-shift was split down the middle, and what had been a bit of perspiration from the hot day turned into a glistening sheen on her neck and across the top of her now huge breasts. She took the cup after he finished her scoop, and while I paid she sat back into a tiny chair at one of the tables. Her legs were spread wide to fit, and it looked like she was sitting at a kids play set. She nudged the other chair with her foot. "Coming sweetie?"
I made my way over to the table to sit opposite her. I had only seen Better Sarena for a few minutes the day before, and it almost shocked me again how stunningly hot she was. She was taking slow bites of her ice cream in a way that looked intentionally seductive whether she meant it or not. "MMmmm. This is so good. I might have to order this more often. What do you think?" I nodded my head as I adjusted the discomfort in my pants. She leaned forward towards me over the table, and my eyes instinctively darted down the cleavage in her shirt. She whispered to me. "Honey you're staring. Do I have something in my teeth?"
I whispered back, "ha. ha. You know darn well that your flavor du jour came with an extra helping of Better Sarena." Her smile widened. "You just best watch out or I might have to drag you out back and jump you right here!" We both laughed.
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* first shift
* she shows off her first shift, elongating her fingers, that she's very proud of.. I can hardly see the difference
* she explains that she's taking it easy, because she doesn't want it too noticable. she brings out her hand-tracings (current, target)
* i encourage her, if anybody notices these things I do, and I hardly noticed.. just change them all the way.
* she explains shifting, the changes are stable... but it takes much more work to shift to something new, than to go back to something old
* she exerts effort and shifts her hands to match the target template, which is much more noticable than before
* I ask her if she's planning to adjust anything else, and must have inadvertantly looked down at her chest.
* she scolds me for having my mind in the gutter, but then coyly confesses that it's in the plan and she's already tried it
* that peaks my interest up, and i mention that i hadn't noticed anything
* she confesses it didn't hold (possibly subconcious body image reversion)
* (maybe i'll show you later)
* second shift
* back in private she agrees to give me a little show (mini fantasy date)
* she explains that she needs a template, so she puts on a slightly oversize bra that she doesn't fill in.
* she watches her work in the mirror. after a bunch of effort, she is able to make them fill out the bra
* (may I?) (that's why i made them sweetie.) I reach in and caress them, honestly they are hardly larger.
* (can you go a little bigger? just for tonight?) she makes me feel guilty for even asking, but then starts giggling and confesses that was always the plan
* she exerts efforts but can't do it. explains she needs the template.
* she pulls out a box of bigger bras she bought to practice on.
* I grab a huge one out of the box somewhat shocked, she backpedals and puts it back, explaining she just grabbed a bunch and bought it accidentally..
* ..and that she couldn't do it anyhow.
* she picks a nice upsize and fits it on. (can I feel them while you try?) (i don't see why not)
* she closes her eyes and i talk her through what I'm feeling. she confesses that it's much easier. she feels mostly tingling
* she fills the template, and yet i tell her she's not there yet (a little bigger).
* i describe the fullness increasing, and then turing to overstuff and spilling out a little.
* I tell her they are not quite there, but she realizes something isn't right and opens her eyes.
* she punches me and tortures me for being greedy. I tell her to look on the bright side, she did it without the template.
* i reach for the huge bra and challenge her that I bet she could fill that size no problem.. she teases me again
* (let's see if you can handle these first. plus, i need to make sure i can easily get them to a more managable size.)...
* .. she talks about how embarassing it would be to show up with this huge rack the next day at school
* she takes off the bra (this is uncomfortable) and just cups them in her hands (ahh, much better)
* (well sweetie? looks like you got what you wanted? what should we do with your fantasy breasts?)
* ...
* 'better everyone' illusion
* as her magic developed, she had become naughtier and naughtier, using her illusions to torment me, tonight got out of hand
* she inadvertantly drank some spiked punch
* (sweetie you're staring) she saw me checking out a cute female classmate
* she pulls out the 'better sarena' illusion to force back my attention (you don't want to miss out on better sarena)
* starts making word play jokes, feeding into the suggestion
* eventually she's nearly naked
* i dismiss my passing glances, but she isn't satisfied (how can you be drawn to that? i'll give you something to be distracted by)
* then she starts up a suggestion illusion on me (women will appear irrisistable)...
* all the women around me start to get taller, bustier, hotter
* (sweetie you're staring. what is it?) i can't help but stare, and i stammer, not able to deny it this time. (i can look but not touch right?)
* she keeps pushing word-inuendo, each time she's pushing 'more' 'more', and causing them them to lose fabric and bust out of their tops
* (honey i'm over here) she teases me for continuing to leer
* she encourages the illusion to actually change how they act to me
* I have to get away before she pushes it further, so i excuse myself to the bathroom
* the illusion torments me the whole way there
* hot girl comes onto me, and yet when i respond i snap out of it and see the real girl walking away and surprised at what i said
* repeat..
* then I can't find Sarena
* the ultra-hot version of one of her friends comes onto me.... (this is not happening)
* ...then i get a splash of cold water when her 'real' self pokes through to tell me sarena left to finish studying, that she wished me pleasant dreams
* i try to enjoy the party, but the illusions are turning into more torture than entertainment
* 'captured'
* I move to leave and two women block my exit
* i close my eyes and tell myself it's not real, but as I try to leave, each of them snatches one of my arms and they carry me to a bedroom
* each of them has hold of one of my arms up against the wall, they are facing eachother and talk about their catch (he's cuter up close)
* (i'm right here) (we saw you staring at us earlier, and thought you deserved a closer look)
* (ohh the things we're going to do to you tonight) try to explain i have a girlfriend (what am i doing talking to an illusion?)
* (we heard you earlier. mr 'look but don't touch'. we also saw she left you all alone for us. let me explain something, what we want, we get.)
* (how long does it normally take us to break the ones with girlfriends, to have them begging? 10 minutes max.)
* (if you admit you want us now, we won't make you beg. i'll strip down and you can ride me like the cowboy you are.)
* (the other girl admits that she likes to be on top)
* this whole situation is too strange. maybe it's a test. serena can create any illusion she wants. somehow this is not real.
* i second guess the whole witch girlfriend thing entirely
* (cat got your tongue? It's okay, we prefer to play with our prey.)
* --
* (bring me that chair) she reaches over and is now holding both of my hands above my head
* her hips are leaned into my stomach, pinning me against the wall.
* she's turning over her shoulder to talk to her partner (maybe in the closet over there?)
* ... and all too obviously bumping her breasts into my face in the process
* i'm confused, and turned on, and the way my arms are stretched above my head is actually starting to hurt a little.
* i'm mumbling to myself (this can't be real)
* she sasses him because she heard 'they can't be real'
* (let me ask you something, and be honest.) she leans in and rubs one breast against the side of my face (do they feel real to you?)
* (don't answer right away. let me help you take them all in) she adjusts to wrap them around my face and squeezes
* (are you torturing him already) (only a little)
* --
* she brings the chair over, they push him into it, and kneel one on each side of him
* size comparisons, they are all eye to eye
* (so we're looking but not touching right?) nod (good thing she can touch)
* leaning in over him, arms propping them on his legs, they kiss, softly, then passionately
* describe the kissing, then they stop, and they look tastily at him, tempt him with a kiss
* start the petting, disrobing
* one stands up, suckling in front of his face
* tease him with her breasts
* they pull him up and one of them sits in the chair, the other one,
* Sarena's naughty side
* she shifts into 'better sarena' according to my description, but without being tall
* she asks for adjustments (did i get it right?) and i give her some
* she teases me (anything else?) (no) (I could swear there was something)
* (ohh yes) she starts to grow taller. teasing me the whole way.
* she explains how she tested me to figure out how tall the illusion really was
* (do you even know?) she keeps growing.
* she teases me about how i tried to hide it (i saw you trying to keep your eyes forward.)
* (but what were you really looking at?) she keeps growing. (hmm)
* (is this an illusion?) (why don't you find out?)
*