When Bernard and Willa arrived home from their respective jobs one Friday night, Sandy greeted them with their favourite drink and a lovely dinner. That had become a common enough sight, though the fact she was only wearing an apron was a little more unusual. After dinner was over, she tossed the apron onto the table and headed to the bedroom without further comment.
Willa and Bernard shared a curious look, then followed behind her. They had moved into a shared townhouse two months prior, and the enormous bed still made them stop and stare. It was big enough to sleep four, though most nights there were only three in the bed. Traci spent most nights (and days) in her custom doll display box, watching over the room, and as usual she was still there, watching over them.
Sandy waited until their attention returned to the naked woman sitting crosslegged in the middle of the bed. “We have slept together in this bed for months now, and you two still haven’t broken it in properly.”
As they stuttered out excuses, Sandy held her hands up. “You both have next week off. So there’s time enough for lovemaking. But I also know what the real problem is. Or more accurately, who. I love you both dearly, but I get in between you. Bernard just can’t see past the whole ‘but she’s your girlfriend’ thing, and you can’t accept that I actually want to see you and him making sweet sweet love together. So I’m taking myself out of the equation. I have resigned my job...”
“What?” protested Willa. “But...”
Sandy shook her head. “No. I was your secretary, gofer and sexual aid while you got your agency running. Now that you’re with Connie, you have people who do those first two much better. I’m keeping the third job, and Connie gave me a very nice bonus.”
She patted the colorful cardboard box in front of her, and lifted off the lid. Inside was an improbable looking rubber object. It looked like the cock of some fantastical monster, in multiple shades of blue. There were knobs and ridges and curlicues all over it, and the tip came to a sharpish point.
“This is more than just what it looks like,” Sandy said with an anticipatory grin. “Malagarto makes magic toys. The instructions are in the box, but no reading ahead!”
Before Willa or Bernard could formulate any kind of response, Sandy placed the toy at her crotch and said “Azul, comes.” She then groaned in pleasure, and when her hands lifted away, the toy stood there proudly. Sandy crooked her finger at Willa, who rapidly stripped and joined her in the bed. Sandy pushed Willa onto her back and rode her hard.
While Bernard was watching with his jaw hanging open, he noticed that Sandy seemed to be... dwindling. Her head no longer blocked his view of Willa’s face. Her legs were always shorter than Willa’s (barring use of their shrinker), but now her ankles were up around Willa’s knees. As he studied her, he realised she wasn’t shrinking so much as compressing. Her waist and hips were gone, and her thighs were halfway through sliding into the bright blue toy.
Once Sandy’s knees had vanished, Bernard moved around the bed so he could watch the same happen to her breasts. The diminishment caused by their magic sheet was always hidden when it got this far, and to see Sandy slip away like this was a massive turnon.
The last to go was Sandy’s head, gripped by Willa and used to drive the toy as Sandy no longer could. “Yes, yes YES!”... and then silence.
Willa sat up dazedly, and stared down at the quivering toy. It had grown to at least twice its original size, and was thoroughly lodged halfway into her. “Did that just... eat Sandy?”
“Yep.”
“Is it permanent?”
“Maybe we should read the note.”
In the box was a series of numbered envelopes. Bernard opened the first and began to read.
“No peeking ahead. The numbers arent’t for days, but for sexual encounters between you two.
“Yes, I can be restored. That’s in the last note. No rush on my account, I have nowhere better to be, and nothing I’d rather be doing.
“The toy has a number of commands it responds to. The first three you get are: comes, para and encoges.”