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In the first light of dawn, you've already made yourself a fixture in this idyllic suburbia. The neighborhood is friendly and welcoming, each morning graced by your jog past charming homesteads. Today's run brings you to the front porch of Ms. Davis, a spirited lady in her late forties who's shown nothing but warmth since your arrival.
Ms. Davis, leaning against her doorway, gestures for you to approach with a smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes. "Good morning, darling! Can you help me move some furniture? I could use that strong body of yours". Her gaze sweeps over your well-toned physique appreciatively as she playfully bites her bottom lip.
Always one to lend a hand, you agree and follow her indoors. She offers you a drink which you accept gratefully to quench the thirst from your jog. But before you have time to process what's happening, lightheadedness washes over you and darkness fringes your vision until all goes black.
After the disorienting darkness of unconsciousness, you start to come to, your eyes fluttering open in confusion. You can feel something soft beneath you as you attempt to push yourself off the ground, only to realize with creeping horror that it isn't the familiar carpet of your apartment but a finely knit fabric.
"Awake already, darling?" Ms. Davis' voice resounds above you, turning your blood to ice. Once a comforting and motherly figure from next door, she now looms like a titaness over you—a cruel smile etched on her mature face.
She is indeed an imposing sight; the once shorter neighbor now towering at what seems like hundreds of feet high. Her body bears witness to time's passage; silver streaks decorating her hair, stretch marks painting abstract patterns on her skin and gravity tugging enticingly at her large veiny breasts. But none of these make her any less intimidating—less predatory.
"How are you feeling?" Ms. Davis asks seemingly innocently as she leans down, bringing her colossal visage closer. "Bit rattled? Don't worry… You'll get used to your new size soon."
Lorena raises a titanic finger towards you, brushing it gently against your tiny form with almost maternal care. It's a stark contrast to the sinister glint in her eyes—the unspoken promise of all the lewd things yet-to-come.
"I've always admired your physique," she whispers sultrily, "and now… you'll be my special little boy toy."
With that unsettling declaration hanging in the air like an ominous cloud, Lorena scoops up your terrified self delicately between her fingertips and begins walking towards what appears like an enormous bedroom from your perspective—a palace for their illicit rendezvous.
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