Models: Canela Skin & Sam Bourne
‘Okay babe, open your eyes.’
Doing as he was told, Craig found himself in what could easily have been Cupid’s inner sanctum. The bedroom he shared with Belle was borderline unrecognisable. New cushions sat upon a new duvet littered with rose petals. Garlands strung with glittery hearts dangled from the ceiling between heart-shaped foil balloons that drifted lazily on ribbons weighted to the floor. And the whole room was bathed in red light so oppressive Craig felt as if it was trying to crawl through his eyes and into his brain. If it weren’t for the bedside table, the wooden headboard that stretched to the ceiling, and the large houseplant in the corner, Craig could have been convinced this wasn’t their bedroom at all.
But even if the few items of lingering décor hadn’t already convinced him, the grinning woman stood at the foot of the bed did.
Visibly speaking, his fiancée’s transformation was not nearly as dramatic. Her lips were bright with uncharacteristically vibrant lipstick, her bare tits looked to be a size or two bigger than normal, and her outfit of white stockings and imitation nursing cap left far less to the imagination than her usual blouse and knee-length skirts. Even so, the most striking physical modifications were easily her new tattoos, the most noticeable of which was a large, elegant design arcing beneath both breasts and crowned by a teardrop gemstone.
Beyond these changes, Belle was outwardly the same woman he had always known. However, when Craig looked into her glittering eyes what he saw inside was unrecognisable. Belle’s demure timidity was gone, usurped by a wild glee that bordered upon mania. Her gaze was so intense he struggled not to flinch and he suspected the only reason her grin didn’t reach her ears was because doing so would have split her face clean in half.
Though she clutched one of the balloons in front of her groin, given the impish delight on her face Craig knew she had foregone panties too.
Immediately, Craig was afraid. And yet a contradictory emotion was also swelling: lust.
Allowing him time to take it all in, Belle waited for Craig’s eyes to settle on her before somehow grinning even wider. ‘Surprise. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Do you like it?’ As she spoke she bounced giddily on the balls of her feet, the motion sending reflections from the balloon flickering across the walls.
For several seconds Craig struggled to find the words. ‘What… what is all this?’ he asked eventually.
‘It’s your Valentine’s present, silly. Well, I guess technically I’m your Valentine’s present, but when you find out what everything else is for you’re going to be thanking me for all the extra stuff too.’
It was obvious by now that something was very wrong with Belle. But while his instinct was telling him to run, Craig knew he had to try and get through to his fiancée.
‘Okay, Belle, listen to me, I think something is affecting you. You’re not acting like yourself. We can fix this, I promise, but I think we need to get you away from all of…’ He paused, waving his hand at the red-doused room. ‘All of this.’
But Belle only giggled. ‘Of course something is affecting me. That’s the whole idea. Here, come to bed and I’ll tell you everything, handsome.’
Craig only registered what happened next when it was over.
Moving with startling speed Belle sprang forwards, abandoning the balloon which bobbed up towards the ceiling as she seized him by the wrists before practically springing backwards onto the bed. Yanked after her, Craig abruptly found himself sprawled face first upon the sheets. The potent perfume of the roses infiltrated his lungs, wreathing around his head in a cloying cloud.
Then, to his horror, Craig’s accumulating arousal erupted. Erotic hunger consumed his mind in a single heartbeat, and by the time Belle rolled him over he was a man possessed. As such, when she straddled his face and presented him with her bare pussy, Craig didn’t think twice before feasting as if his life depended on it.
‘Oh yes baby, that’s right. Worship my cunt.’ Rocking her hips back and forth, Belle giggled as she ran her hands through her hair, savouring Craig’s frenzied oral attention. His jeans were already partially tented, and with every passing second the material grew ever more taut.
Yet while Belle rode her man’s face with an energy that could only be described as deranged, when she spoke her tone was as casual as a discussion over coffee. ‘So I know we don’t usually celebrate Valentine’s Day all that much, but this year I wanted to make an exception. See, you’ve told me before about how wild some of your exes were, and although I know you always say you love me just the way I am, sometimes I can’t help imagining how different my life might be if I was more like them. More impulsive. More mischievous. Obviously I figured there’d be no better time to explore that possibility than Valentine’s Day, so that’s how I wound up visiting the Little Shop of Hedonism.’
Craig’s muffled moans rose from between her thighs as she continued. ‘The lady behind the counter was super helpful. When I explained why I was there she knew exactly what items would suit me best.’ She tapped a finger thoughtfully to her lip. ‘I think the first one she suggested was the rose petals,’ she said, picking one off the bedsheets and admiring it. ‘She said they give off a fragrance that gets into your brain and strips away all your inhibitions. Then to compliment the petals she showed me a new duvet and pillows that brings all your naughtiest thoughts to the surface. They’re mainly designed to give you the hottest, horniest dreams possible, but you don’t have to be asleep for them to work. Trixie said that by combining the petals and bedsheets, anybody in the vicinity would be hopelessly horny and utterly uninhibited within just a few seconds.’
As if in response, Craig hooked his arms around her thighs to pull her down even harder.
‘Clearly she was right,’ Belle giggled.
‘After that she offered to help me with my look – said if I really wanted to unleash my naughty side I should make sure I look the part.’ Tamping her lips together, she savoured their sweet taste. ‘This lipstick will bring anybody I go down on to the edge in seconds, but they won’t be able to cum until I say so. These temporary tattoos are like sponges: they soak up any nearby desire and use it to fuel my stamina, only fading once there’s no lust left to absorb.
‘Oh, and then there’s this outfit,’ she said, gesturing to her stockings despite Craig’s inability to see her. ‘It makes me irresistible to anybody who sees me wearing it, while also honing me into the hottest version of myself. Turns out beneath my frumpy clothes I was already nearly perfect, because all it did was inflate my tits and ass a little, but fuck does it feel good.’ Biting her lip, she smiled giddily. ‘It did come with a dress and underwear too, but I may have warmed up a little by myself before you got home. I wanted to be ready for… well, for this.’
Springing forward, Belle ran her hands over Craig’s tented jeans with a hungry expression. Still smothering his face with her pussy, she made short work of his cock’s material restraints, discarding them in a heap on the floor.
And with his raging erection finally free, the need to be filled tore through Belle’s insides.
When that desperation was satisfied her orgasmic relief manifested as a shrill cry. ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This is unreal. I can’t… I need… I…’
Her mouth falling open, Belle threw all her energy into riding Craig as though her life depended on it. Her plump tits bounced wildly while the bedframe creaked under the strain, but even as her frenzied pace catapulted rose petals into the arousal-infused air she only wanted more.
It took several minutes before Belle regained her composure enough to close her slack jaw, and several more before she could string together a full sentence. Once she began talking again, however, she was just as casual as before.
‘You know baby, if I’m honest, out of everything I bought for tonight I think the hottest of all were the decorations.’ Her eyes fluttering as Craig’s thick cock stretched her tight sex, Belle nonetheless managed to look briefly sheepish. ‘Truth be told, I think maybe I went a little overboard on the décor. Take all the pretty strings of hearts I got to hang from the ceiling: each one is coated in a very special glitter that reflects your arousal back at you, intensifying it in the process. With how many I put up I don’t actually know if it’s possible not to be horny in here now. And the gas in the balloons is infused with Elixir. Thanks to my outfit, it won’t have any effect on me – I’m already the perfect slut, after all. But as they deflate they’ll slowly transform you into a smoking hot bombshell for me to play with. And there’s enough of them in here to keep you sluttified for…’ She paused and held up both hands to count while continuing to rock her hips. But after running out of fingers she gave up. ‘Oh, weeks at least. But don’t worry baby, we have a long time to explore their effects. Actually, we kind of have forever.’
Craig’s mind was so saturated by lust that he could barely even remember his own name anymore. Conscious thoughts were few and far between, buried within mental banks of desire that clung to every thought like tar, and all he could do was lie limply beneath his corrupted girlfriend as she rode him to the brink of his sanity. Nevertheless, he was still just about lucid enough to form a few croaked words.
‘What do you mean forever?’
For the first time, Belle’s chattiness faltered. ‘Ah, yes… well… there was one last thing I bought.’
Craig already knew what she was talking about. Nestled between the pillows just behind his head, the squat light was the only new addition Belle hadn’t explained yet. Short and cylindrical, the sides of the lamp were composed of thin metal strips that formed a grid through which the core light shone. Within each square of the grid was a small translucent panel, like a large sequin, which could all rotate independently of one another. The overall result was an endlessly shifting pattern of illumination that dappled the walls as shafts of light came and went, and it was this light, reflected from the abundance of balloons and garlands, that bathed the room in red.
‘It’s not just mood lighting,’ Belle confessed. ‘The lady said it’s more like our personal time capsule. See, whatever room the light shines in becomes a kind of limbo where time runs different. We could spend years in here and when we walk out the door we’ll emerge just a second after we closed it. In here we’ll never tire or age, never get hungry or thirsty. We can just fuck forever. She called it the Lust Light, and it’s our ticket to an eternity of bliss.’ Belle’s uncertainty evaporated once more as she let out a giggle. ‘Happy Valentine’s.’
Until now Craig had just about managed to cling on to the hope that there might be some way out of this; that however far Belle had overstepped the line, they could still reverse it. But once she described the power of the Lust Light he felt that hope crumble. Because even if by some miracle he managed to escape the bedroom – even if he managed to drag Belle out with him, away from the oppressive carnality within – he knew the temptation of erotic eternity would be too much to resist. When endless pleasure was at their fingertips, how could they decline?
Something snapped in Craig then. Suddenly charged with energy, he surged up to wrap his arms around Belle’s nubile body before flinging her down amongst the bedsheets so hard her headband was knocked off. The sound of tearing stitches sliced the air as he ripped off his shirt.
The next second he descended upon her. Exploiting her prone position he plunged into her exposed pussy, grunting as her sex engulfed his pulsing cock. Driven by an emotion somewhere between hunger and rage, he invaded her deep until his crotch was crushing hard against her fat ass. Unsurprisingly, Belle was delighted; her lids fluttering, she gripped the bedsheets hard and gave a giddy laugh.
‘You filthy fucking slut,’ Craig growled, thrusting hard and filling the room with the slap of their colliding flesh. ‘Is this what you wanted? An eternity of being used as a drooling whore? Well fine. Then this is me granting your wish.’
Deep down, Craig knew Belle had never intended for things to go this far – she’d merely underestimated the potency of her purchases. But in the end it didn’t matter either way: they were here now, in their own personal limbo, and the longer they remained here the more corrupted they would become. And, quite frankly, Craig no longer cared.
Already the Elixir-filled balloons were starting to have an effect. Not only was his deviant streak now on full bloom, but his skin tingled as his body hair slowly began to regress, and on a deeper level he could feel his muscles gradually starting to soften. Nevertheless, it would take a long while before the balloons deflated completely and as such his feminisation would be extremely slow. Craig suspected he would have days to continue pounding Belle in his current body, by which point he intended to reduce her to a babbling cumdump. After that he would remain in a transition period for just as long, and no matter how big his tits became, nor how sensual his physique, so long as he still had a dick he intended to fuck her senseless with it. Then, once his transformation was complete, he would spend every second until it wore off exploring the pleasures of womanhood with Belle as his living sex doll. And as his fiancée herself had admitted, that could take weeks.
Still, the effects of the Elixir wouldn’t last forever, and already Craig was thinking of how else they could fill eternity.
‘Tell me, whore, what else did the shop have on sale? If we’re going to be together forever, we’re going to have to find a way to fill that time.’
Although Craig remained lucid, Belle was teetering on the edge of sanity – no doubt this was what happened when you wore tainted lipstick, corruptive tattoos and bewitched attire in a room already brimming with magical desire. Even so, she managed to answer his question through her groans.
‘Well… there was this… this… chest, I guess. Almost half the size of our bed. Trixie said it held a dozen units of every single transformative pill she sold in the whole shop. I saw inside: babe, there were thousands of pills in there.’
‘In that case, once we’ve finished in here, you and I are going right back there and bringing that chest home. After all, even if we’re in here for months, when we leave it will still be Valentine’s day, so that can be my Valentine’s present for you.’ Craig punctuated his words with particularly devastating thrusts that forced Belle to scrunch her eyes closed.
But Craig wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Supporting himself on one arm, he coiled his free fingers in her hair and twisted her head around so she was facing one of the twirling heart garlands. ‘Open your eyes,’ he growled, echoing her earlier words. ‘See what you’ve made yourself into.’
When Belle did so, the garland was so close that she could see her face reflected in countless tiny shards of glitter. And, just as Trixie had promised, every last one reflected her own lust right back at her. But, of course, the garlands were only meant to be used alone: a naughty treat to incur a particularly steamy lovemaking session. Belle, on the other hand, had paired them with a whole host of other products, all of which had pushed her lust far beyond its natural levels. As such, what the garlands reflected back at her was more than just arousal – it was raw, mind-shattering orgasmia.
Craig said something then, but Belle couldn’t hear it. She was on fire, her body blazing with ecstasy, and she was all too happy to surrender to the flames. From that point on Craig’s words fell on deaf ears, and all Belle could do was clutch the sheets and laugh deliriously as her corrupted man pounded her into eternity…
Thanks for reading!
As a general rule, any kind of themed story is my kryptonite. However, this is one of those stories which is a rare exception. Given that Valentine’s Day fell on a Friday this year I felt that it would be kind of dumb not to at least try to write a thematic story, though I didn’t have that many ideas until I found this gallery. But as far as I’m concerned, I hit the jackpot.
For starters, Canela Skin is a model whose work I’ve wanted to use for a while but never really had chance to showcase properly. Better than that though, this gallery is obviously the perfect pick for a Valentine’s story, and given how over-the-top the scene goes with the lighting and heart-motif décor, the idea of a well-meaning girlfriend accidentally getting way too deep into the Little Shop of Hedonism’s product range hit me like a truck.
Given the frustration I often experience when it comes to themed stories, it was great fun for things to develop so naturally for a change, and if you ask me I’d say this is one of the best Little Shop of Hedonism stories I’ve written. Then again, there is a lot of competition there, and if you haven’t already I implore you to go read more of the series because I think overall it’s probably my best premise.
Anyway, that’s all for now, so I hope to see you next week for the next one.
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