I should've known it was too good to be true. I'd been out on the town looking for my prize of the night, when she came to me from across the bar. When she pulled me onto the dance floor and ensnared me with the rhythm of her hips, my mind stopped asking questions. When her fingers laced between mine and she pulled me close to feel the flush of her curves, I held tight for all I had. When her lips kissed my mouth and left a lingering scent of sweet aroma like a lynx on the prowl, I clung to her tenderness like I wanted it to last the rest of my life. She called a black cab and took me back to her penthouse. I was easy prey.
I think by then I still had a chance, as she made herself a drink and offered me a grape from a bunch dangled alluringly in one hand. She was like something from a myth. I took a grape and bit down, ready to feel the familiar burst of juicy sweetness. Instead there was only rubber. I tried to spit it out, assuming there'd been a mistake, but the rubber only swelled larger in my mouth, threatening to choke me. It didn't occur to me yet that everything was going according to plan. I tried to scream as the tacky taste of rubber filled my mouth, but the sharp sound caught in my throat as my jaws were forced wide and ropes lashed out to bind my arms behind my back. The ballgag snapped into place between my teeth as my lips grew plump and slick with red. Hair sprouted wild from my head. The changes overtook me.
I tried to fight but I think that only made her like it more, as my fruitless struggle turned to helpless squirming. My strength went fast as the ropes pulled at my arms. Others spread my legs wide as my clothes evaporated in an instant, letting me watch as the ropes pulled my back to an arch and my body crumbled down to a pliant shape as I fell to the floor. She loomed powerful over me as my thighs grew fat and fulsome while my pecs bulged precariously between a criss-cross of rope. I tried to deny what my mind already knew, when a last lash of knotwork flashed around my cock and pulled it down...down...down...until...
I screamed against my gag, wailing like a girl in a bad horror flick, as the bulge of knots threatened to push inside me, teasing the cleft where just a moment before my manhood had been. Just beside that central gash, two thinner ropes dug in at either side accentuating the lips of my pussy with horrible, throbbing immediacy. I was splayed wide and ready for inspection.
Despite the screaming in my head, I couldn't speak, as she leered down at me with predatory resolve. I felt tiny. My legs tensed in terror, but I couldn't move, as she purred and traced a finger on my swollen vulva, mocking me for all I'd lost.
"What a good little piggy you turned out to be, all trussed up and ready to eat," she smacked my ass and I whined in fear and budding shame, "Yes, you're a fat little sow aren't you? Now we just have to see if we can make you squeal."
I blushed in humiliation. My eyes went wide as she reached for her toys.