Inky Mischief 3

Her smile as her head vanished led me to believe that what I’d done could be easily undone, but try as I might I found no undo function for the magic pen.  Worse still, my artistic skills were next to nonexistent.  I’d found that breasts were within my reach, so she was covered in them, and squirmed happily when I played with them.

When her friend burst in looking for her, it came as a relief.  Kory was an artist, even better than my sweetie.  I explained everything to her after she recovered from her fainting spell, and offered up the pen.

In moments, my limbs were gone, reducing me to a form as helpless as my girlfriend’s.  Her enraptured grin was the last thing I saw before my vision flickered away.  It made something inside me curl up in fear, but the rest of me trembled with excitement.

More and more of me vanished, until I was something tiny and helpless.  I felt familiar hands scoop me up and knew, then, that my victim and lover had been restored.  

They used me then, and between them I found ecstasy such as I’d ever known.  After, they tucked me into a drawer with something silky, and I suspected I might be stuck a while.

I hoped it never ended.