My favorite parts of this image of Allison (apart from the progression thru the different expressions on her face and how that illustrates the gradual change in her emotional reaction to seeing what she looks like in this Victoria's Secret-worthy expensive-looking bra and panty set) are: the lacy trim around the upper panels on the cups of her bra; and the crease down the middle of the heart-shaped panel at the front of her dainty panties that implies a view of her camel toe!
As she's staring at the water faucet spigot, I can't help hearing her inner voice saying: "Why does everything remind me of him?*"
(my fanfic synopsis for this is that perhaps Torrin has cut her off from their routine sexual encounters and has found interest in a new initiate kept unknown to her (or maybe she is aware). The longer he denies her sexual satisfaction, the more she craves it -- and especially with him. She has tried it with other partners (being that she is, afterall, a succubus designed to be the sexual outlet for others who want it with her), but none of them so completely please her quite like he does. Now, she wanders the empty halls of her palace apartment (more of a very spacious penthouse suite, wherein she's involuntarily cloistered, tormented by the sight of otherwise innocent-looking inanimate objects that her sex-starved mind ever-increasingly sexualizes -- like this inverted water faucet spigot we see in this image. Moments earlier, it was the sudden, and unyieldingly solid, impact of the knob standing at attention at the end of the handrail at the bottom of the staircase -- said handrail that she rode down quite unladylike, lasciviously lubricating its woody length with the juices from her pantiless, and now always moist pussy. Moments from now, it'll be the handle of the exquisitely ornate hairbrush that she retrieves from her vanity drawer to straighten her hair that really doesn't need to be straightened, but she's compelled to do so anyhow in her mad desperation to get those invasive thoughts out of her head -- but to no avail, because they just latch onto the handle of that hairbrush
And so on like this for all the hours of the day and night...
When will Torrin at long last show mercy and free her from this torturous and constant torment she can only just endure and finally give her the epic fucking that she's gone so very long without?
I love how it's hard to tell if he's pushing her leg aside to get better leverage as he positions himself to penetrate her or if she's trying to resist but is too weak to counter his physique!!
Allison got fucked good and hard by a phantom or some other invisible demonic entity rendering her unconscious during her ordeal, leaving her destroyed pussy marked with their ectoplasmic sex-goo for her to have to clean up after once she comes-to hours later in a strange bed and stark naked!
Thats so hot. Reversible at will TG like thats been my personal favorite and I hope we get more of this in the future. Also I think the modern setting is a nice contrast to Lighter Chains and its more fantasty-based setting.
The transformation changes body, hair, currently worn clothing, personal effects, and sex drive. She changes back when her lanyard is removed (most of the time?), that way he can investigate what various parts of his wardrobe turn into.
I at least wanna know what happens after she leaves. Is she stuck like that forever? Will she turn back when she goes back down the elevator and/or removes the lanyard? Did literally every piece of identifying information he had as a man get changed too? What happened to the contents of his pockets? What do her naked titties look like? So many questions.
