⚠️ Pretty heavy objectification, transformation, ownership, explicit anatomy bits.

"So, just a few hours of this?"

"Yeah, until closure!", said the brunette.

"We won't stay long. We just don't know where we would do it…", said the shortest of the two blondes

"That's the beauty of it; there's all the space I want, here."

And I snapped my fingers, and the world changed.

They unboxed her carefully. Her mind was not wholly off, just… confused, a little lost, but not unpleasantly; like those moments when you fixate on a thought only to realize it is fluttering and gone, that you're letting the energy of being pensive just be without a real thought surfacing, this feeling stretched into a long unending moment. She was gently guided, out of the box, and heard sounds, but they didn't change anything for her, so they weren't important, nor what she saw — the two people, talking to each other, moving her around, trying to figure her out with touches that she didn't even process.

Until they said they were her Owners. And everything changed. They were important now, glowing, imposing; something deep in her stirred and she recognized awe for the first time she could remember, awe and lust mixed into a single, powerful, submissive feeling. Her own body shifted to match their desires. The tall one's dick was delicious; her taste buds shifted, her throat shaped so that she could take it in and milk it to the last little precious drop. The short one liked dripping, and she felt every orifice start lubricating, a rivulet flowing out of her pussy. The tall one, her Empress, liked breasts, and so hers grew, soft and perfect to grab, a tiny droplet of milk ready on each one. One liked to use her toys as footstools; her knees and back reinforced. The other loved outfits, and so soft gold chains jingled around her, one of them going from her collar to her piercings all the way down to her clit. Here it was, Her subject, Their toy, ready, almost wanting, yet still empty — no initiative, no wishes, no presumption, waiting.

Then She said, "eat me", and it filled itself with both desire and cum, the mouth guiding the dick she had never yet taken straight down, milking it, humming to vibrate softly. It had no gag reflex; why would it?