Starlight Casino

[muffinstud]

Vasily's head swims through the kiss, making it hard to do much else but hold on. He reaches out and holds on tightly... doing his best to keep asserting himself through the delight. Of all the many ways he figured he'd go, he never expected dying to feel this good.

[Knight Errant]

The kiss continues... soft and sweet... sweeter... something delicious creeps into his mouth... a thin, floral scented syrup... like the nectar of a flower. It gets harder and harder to 'assert' himself... it would be so much easier to just let go...

[muffinstud]

He shudders at the increase in sweet sensation... and sweet flavor in his mouth. What is this? It... shouldn't be right... but he finds himself drawing it in... relaxing into the kiss further.

[Knight Errant]

It slowly slides down his throat. Its so smooth and... tingly... his tummy feels so warm and tingly... his suit feeling strangely baggy in the waist... as his tummy tucks inwards... The sensation flows down into his hips... which feel so yummy and warm... even as they begin to stretch against the sides of his suit.

[muffinstud]

Vasily finds that now he's not so much kissing her... as he is drinking this sweet nectar. He wriggles a little, something in the back of his mind telling him something is terribly wrong. It doesn't get through the sweet, yummy haze; he blissfully keeps his lips pressed to hers.

[Knight Errant]

Everything feels so... soft... and warm... like he is being wrapped in a big, fluffy blanket... as his features begin to soften... limbs slimming as scars vanish... skin turning soft, smooth, and hairless. Locks of brown hair begin to tickle his ears... even as his eyes grow bigger... turning a bright aqua marine.

He feels so... relaxed... head hazy as kisses... this felt so good... what could be wrong...?

[muffinstud]

Mmm... it does feel good... why was he worried about this anyways? Vasily eases into the kiss further, letting the woman hold him as he drinks her in. So sweet... so tasty... so warm and soft.

[Knight Errant]

It was, wasnt it...? He feels his chest resting against hers... she was so soft... so smooth... it felt so good as his chest begins to press back... twin mounds swelling larger and larger... stretching his suit more and more...

[muffinstud]

Vasily groans, and he squirms against her. That... isn't right. He shouldn't feel this... good. He pushes against her, trying to pull his lips from hers... and yet still drinking in the sweet, pleasant nectar.

[Harri-chan]

Charlie peered through the gap with narrowed eyes, taking in the scenario. Moving out from the nap room, he began to move through the indoor playground. At each little group he'd come to... he'd stop and play for a few minutes, blushing as first up was some dolls, before he moved on, the dress rustling loudly as he climbed the steps of a little slide... and then gasped as he went down it, tugging his dress right up and splashed into a pool of plastic balls at the end!



Clarke would find himself walkingg rather strangely. His feet were stepping almost one in front of the other, causing an exaggerated sway of his hips, the clicking of the heels going in a rhythm that sounded... feminine. As he tided up the room, he felt a strange sense of calmness coming over him. Alice was washing some dishes in the old fashioned kitchen with it's tiled floor, and she looks over with a smile when Clarke arrives.

"Want to dry these?", she says, and nods at the clean dishes.

[Knight Errant]

Vasily groans, and he squirms against her. That... isn't right. He shouldn't feel this... good. He pushes against her, trying to pull his lips from hers... and yet still drinking in the sweet, pleasant nectar.

She giggles into the kiss... wrapping her arms around him a little tighter... one of them slipping behind his head to hold it in place. It was like pushing against a brick wall. Her soft form was so... strong. The swelling from his chest and hips was starting to pinch... then get painful... Then... her hands blur a moment... as his suit falls away in pieces... leaving him in his underwear. Oooooh... his chest jiggles and... bounces... now free from its confines. That felt so much... better. And his hips had... more room. Room to grow.

Every part of him felt so soft and slender... no trace of the powerful strength he once had... in fact... more and more he and the woman were on the same level height wise as well...

Charlie peered through the gap with narrowed eyes, taking in the scenario. Moving out from the nap room, he began to move through the indoor playground. At each little group he'd come to... he'd stop and play for a few minutes, blushing as first up was some dolls, before he moved on, the dress rustling loudly as he climbed the steps of a little slide... and then gasped as he went down it, tugging his dress right up and splashed into a pool of plastic balls at the end!



Clarke would find himself walkingg rather strangely. His feet were stepping almost one in front of the other, causing an exaggerated sway of his hips, the clicking of the heels going in a rhythm that sounded... feminine. As he tided up the room, he felt a strange sense of calmness coming over him. Alice was washing some dishes in the old fashioned kitchen with it's tiled floor, and she looks over with a smile when Clarke arrives.

"Want to dry these?", she says, and nods at the clean dishes.

What might also make him blush was how strangely... calming... playing with the dolls were. He almost forgot what he was doing... before he gets his mind back on track. Similarly, he feels a rush of excitement as he slides down! That was fun... The kids around him giggle and play... none the wiser.

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Clarke frowns at the strange way he finds himself walking. He almost stops to tug the shoes off, but then... he suddenly feels so... calm. That pushed from his mind... he tidy's up the room... walking into the kitchen with Alice... and blinks at the plates. Seeming to break from his daze. "I... no I dont! I want to... get out of here!" He shifts in the girlish footwear... he'd have to get them off soon...

[muffinstud]

Vasily groans as she manhandles him... and also from the swelling motion in his hips and chest. He needs to stop. He needs to stop feeling this... wonderful. As much as he wants to get away, he keeps drinking, greedily so.

[Knight Errant]

His groan sounds... strange. Light and high... The sensations continue... wave after wave of sensation washing through him... his vision starts to get blurry... all he can see is that face... such a pretty face... smirking down at him...

Things fade out... when they fade back in... he feels himself lying on a soft surface... fully clothed again. Whatever it is, it feels a bit tight... yet leaves his arms and legs bare. He also hears a faint sound of rushing water... and smells something floral and... fruity.

[muffinstud]

Vasily sinks into the blackness, his last sight that beautiful face mocking his feeble resistance.

He groans and slowly brings himself to a seated position. What? How is he not dead? He'd never been the religious type, but this seems a little too... palatable to be hell.

[Knight Errant]

Vasily sits up... and feels a... jiggle... on his chest... and silky hair tickling his neck and shoulders... Looking around, he sees a small room... lavishly furnished. Potted plants and flowers give accent to the room, and rather nice paintings furnish the walls. The floor is painted tile... and there is a small table to the side, a number of oils and candles resting upon it. He seems to be seated on a... massage table? Over in the corner is a vanity... with quite a nice mirror.