Alani stared down at the tiny woman before her. She was amazed that her height had been reduced from four feet to two. She smirked and stroked herself. She was a large woman, topping out at six feet. But her height wasn’t the only large thing. She was enormously fat, with a huge belly that hung down. Her breasts were massive, larger now than the diminutive woman. She ran her hand through her shock blonde hair. Her cute face was frame by plump lips and a pert nose.
 “Oh the fun I will have with you,” she purred. She already had on the harness around her waist. The empty straps dangled like a limp cock just below Alani’s massive stomach.
 Azalea trembled and tried to crawl away. “No! Please, please no,” she cried. It was futile. One of Alani’s massive hands wrapped around her ankle and yanked her forward. She screamed and grabbed the covers, trying to crawl away.
 The much larger woman cooed as she slid the halfling’s legs through the harness into her pussy. She stopped when the girl was waist-deep. At that point, she finished cinching the harness around her torso then attached the strap that would hold her up like an erect dick. The final piece was the bright red ball gag that kept Azalea from any overly-noisy protests.
 Alani eyed herself in the mirror, stroking Azalea as if she really were a cock. Azalea was forced to stare at herself. She was humiliated. Her face turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. Above her, Alani laughed.
 “Look! You even look like a dick with your bright red head.” The dinner bell rang and Alani sighed. “Time to put you away. I need to go eat dinner.”
 She unclipped the strap that kept Azalea aloft. The girl didn’t have the core strength to keep herself upright so she flopped down against Alani’s tree trunk thighs.
 The massive woman laughed loudly and stroked her again. Then she pulled up her bloomers, carefully arranging Azalea so the girl curved and created a nice, tight bulge in her underwear. Then she pulled on her dress, smoothing out the skirts, and walked out.
 While this wasn’t the worst spot Azalea had been in, it was certainly the least comfortable. The bend was was forced into, while following the curvature of her spine, was very uncomfortable. Not to mention she bumped against the woman’s thighs with every step.
 Finally, Alani sat down. She had to spread her legs to accommodate her new “appendage.” Azalea was still trapped in the cotton bloomers prison. She could do nothing. Even her wiggling went nowhere.
 Alani delighted herself in her meal. And in the company. Across from her sat Becky, the cute blonde that matched Alani’s bush so well. She smirked and wondered what the girl would think of her new toy. She slid her bare foot up Becky’s leg, under her dress, and began to gently rub her thigh.
 The other woman blushed brightly but cast doey, submissive eyes at the larger woman. She was not about to get on her bad side. She slid her own foot up Alani’s leg but didn’t dare to go beyond the knee.
 Oh now this was something. Alani didn’t waste any more time on her dessert. She finished it quickly and stood. “Come on,” she told Becky.
 The other woman blushed again but nodded and stood. Better to follow and have some fun than be forced later. She took Alani’s hand and they walked quickly down the hall, ignoring the other girls’ whispers and giggles.
 When they got to the other woman’s room, Alani pushed Becky into a chair then promptly sat in her lap. Azalea grunted as she was pressed hard into Becky’s abdomen.
 The other girl’s eyes doubled in size when she felt the bulge. “Alani! What—?!” But her question was cut off when the larger woman’s lips crashed into hers. Her response was natural as she tilted her head to better mesh their kisses. She moaned when Alani ground the bulge into her. It felt odd but exciting. Just what did the massive woman have in her pants and in mind?
 Azalea whimpered around the gag. She couldn’t do much more than that with how her mouth was forced open and her tongue forced down. It was brutal. The pain from the grinding was building in her back. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take.
 Alani freed her breasts, letting them dangle in Becky’s face. The other woman took the initiative and began to worship them. She lavished them with kisses and massages, kneading them between her fingers. Then she took hold of the nipple and began to suckle. That bit of breast milk that all Elder women had flowed with ease. It hit Becky’s tongue, rolled down her throat and took immediate effect. The woman became absolutely insatiable.
 This was what Alani was waiting for. She pulled back and smirked as Becky whined and tried to go back for her breast.
 “Come on,” she said in a husky voice. “Let’s get comfortable.” She stood and undressed, including her bloomers. This left the floppy Azalea on full display.
 Becky stared for a moment then burst out laughing. “Oh! I love it. She looks pretty good right there. But she’s so limp. Will she be any fun at all?”
 “So much fun,” Alani assured her. She attached the strap again, pulling Azalea up and “erect.” The girl’s face, and whole body, were red from the pressure. She stared at Becky with pleading eyes. But the woman didn’t notice or didn’t care.
 She dropped to her knees, opened her mouth wide and promptly began to deep throat the halfling. Alani moaned and thrust her hips forward, trying to build and keep a rhythm with Becky.
 Azalea tried to scream around the gag but couldn’t make much noise. Her world grew dark and hot and tight and wet as she was repeatedly shoved down the other woman’s throat. She was terrified the straps would break and she would be sent flying to her doom.
 But the straps held. She could feel Alani’s pussy clenching hard around her legs. It was hot and wet and sticky inside. Then, there came the biggest contraction of her walls yet. They clamped down on Azalea’s legs as Alani came for the first time that night.
 The big woman panted and grinned as juices ran down her legs. Becky’s face was buried in her bush, her nose pressed to her mons, as she took Azalea all the way in. Alani stroked the blonde’s hair. “Come on. Let’s get in the bed.”
 She pulled out and Becky stood and quickly undressed. Alani pulled her back to her breasts, large and heavy and perky, and their fully engorged nipples. The woman wasted no time in latching on and suckling hard, taking in that sweet milk that would have her horny as a rabbit.
 She slid her hips against Becky’s, rubbing Azalea’s exposed upper half against the blonde’s pussy. The woman mewled in delight even as she kept a strong latch on the massive breasts. Azalea whined and tried to squirm but it was no use. The little movements she could generate did nothing except please.
 After several mouthfuls, Alani pulled away and pushed Becky to the bed. The woman’s eyes were wild with a fever that no medicine could cure. The blonde quickly lay on her back and spread her legs, whining and whimpering and thrusting her hips as she begged to be filled.
 Alani happily complied. She crawled onto the bed and lined up her hips. She didn’t thrust Azalea in. No. She took her time. She teased the other woman’s folds with the halfling’s head. She smeared her head up and down the pussy, inserting just the tip of her crown before pulling back out.
 Azalea’s face was quickly covered in cum. She whined and tried to beg and plead for this not to happen but she couldn’t form words. Tears flowed from her eyes, only to be mixed into and lost in the cum that was all over her face.
 Alani pressed her sentient dick into the other woman’s folds. This time, she pushed past the outer lips and into the canal itself. Becky moaned and thrust her hips up, desperate to meet Alani and take all of her in.
 The bigger woman smirked and quickly hilted herself inside. Azalea flinched from the rapid movement, jarred and disoriented for a moment. Just as soon as she regained her bearings, she was being dragged backwards. But she wasn’t fully pulled out. Alani stopped when her head was still inside. Then she was thrust forward again as Alani used her to fuck Becky.
 The other woman squealed and bucked and was an all around tigress in the bed. She wrapped her legs around as much of Alani’s waist as she could. The woman was so fat She couldn’t lock her ankles behind her back. But she was still able to hook her knees over her prodigious hips. She gasped and panted and moaned, clawing at the sheets.
 Alani was experiencing a near equal arousal as well. Although hers did not come from drinking the aphrodisiac that was an Elder woman’s breast milk, she was still on a euphoric high. She was using another living being, a woman she had gotten a judge to legally declare her pet, to fuck a gorgeous and wildcat woman. The legs inside her kicked and thrashed and twitched, adding another layer of pleasure. Perhaps the pies de resistance was the fact that Becky was enjoying this so much.
 Cum was pouring from both of them, soaking their legs and the sheets beneath them. Azalea was having trouble breathing, snatching breaths of air in little pockets and bubbles whenever she could. She could tell by the way Becky’s walls quivered and clamped down on her that the woman was close to her orgasm.
 One more strong thrust from Alani and Azalea’s head hit the end of Becky’s canal. The woman screamed out Alani’s name and came hard. Her walls were like a vice, absolutely unforgiving of the tiny halfling’s body.
 Then Azalea felt Alani’s walls react in kind, clamping down on her legs so hard she feared they might break. She once again screamed, although no sound escaped Becky’s snatch.
 Alani flopped down on her partner as she came. She panted and smirked when Becky laid kiss after kiss on her breast. Life was pretty good.
 Azalea felt the straps go loose and wondered what had happened. She was able to twist her head just enough to see a snap that had come undone after Becky’s orgasm. She flopped against the woman’s canal floor and laid there, arms still bound to her side, panting and gasping for breath, although for a whole different reason than her tormentors.
 After several minutes, Alani sat up and pulled out of Becky. Azalea flopped weakly against her thighs, a wet, slapping sound echoing in the room. Neither woman paid her any attention.
 Becky gave a hazy smile to Alani. “That was really good,” she said, her voice slightly slurred.
 Alani chuckled and patted her cheek. “You’re right. It was. But now I have clients to see to. And so do you. However, nothing is stopping us from having some more fun later.”
 Becky’s eyes brightened. “I would like that.”
 “Good. Then I’ll find you later.” Alani gave her a kiss then stood. She walked back across the room to where her clothes were, Azalea bouncing against her thighs. The girl whimpered around the gag but was too exhausted to try and fight.
 Alani pulled on her dress but didn’t bother with her bloomers. She kind of liked the feeling of her new appendage bouncing and flopping around. So she rolled up her underwear and walked out, down the hall and back to her room.
 Azalea bounced the whole time, smacking alternately on one tree trunk thigh then another. She whined and cried and prayed for release. But none came.
 Alani sat down in the large chair in her room, spreading her legs so Azalea could rest limply between them. She had plans on using her with the first of her clients tonight. He was a big bear of a man who looked intimidating at first glance. In truth, he was always eager to please and be dominated by her. She wondered how he would react to her plans.
 Azalea gasped for breath around the gag as she lay on the chair cushion. She was exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally, but could do nothing about it. Every time she closed her eyes to grab a moment’s rest, Alani would shift, dragging her across the chair and waking her. The girl’s whole visual was now the massive thighs on either side of her and the skirt above, below and in front of her.
 She whined as she realized her perspective was literally that of a dick. She was a dick. She had become Alani’s dick.