His body started shrinking, becoming younger with every suck of milk. John floated in hedonic rapture, blissfully drifting in sensuous ecstasy. He barely felt the fabric drape slithering across the polished wood of the platform as his legs and hips changed proportion, dwindled, and retreated toward her lap. John squirmed to keep his grip on her teat as his head and shoulders regressed to the size of a toddler’s and continued the metamorphosis into infancy. Diana pulled his small, smooth, baby bottom securely onto her lap causing John to wiggle and kick his legs impotently in frustration at the disturbance.
Blessings of the Goddess Scene 13
