GITJ Post 438: GRWM Gianna

I don’t care how fucking big this study is becoming, how successful the subjects are getting, or how much of an impact it’s having. Yeah, the bosses at Evolution think I’m fucking great, and I know this whole thing is going to be even more enormous now that it’s got its own wing in the new building. I still can’t believe I have to do this thing, this fucking thing. They’re going to have me up on a big video screen? And I’ll be looking in through a stupid camera? Great. No thanks. That's stupid. I think I’m just going to show up there... Haha yeah I’ll do that. I'll show up there and flex these tits and these fucking pheromones that want to fucking take over the world but have been stuck, quarantined here in my fucking living room for six months. Wouldn't that be rich? If I showed up and fucking took over this shit from her. 

Gianna Albertini looked in the mirror. 

Or maybe I’ll just show up as her. I could just go in and blow all their goddamn minds, give all those simpy motherfuckers what they really want, just more of her. That’s what this shit is doing to me right? This crap they’re still having me put into my thigh with their fucking needles every other Thursday. It’s making me more like her, because that’s what he likes. It’s so fucking stupid it makes me want to hurl…

…but if I were her? The queen of this circus? I could have…

…

Despite the hour, despite the fact that she’d already finished her hair and makeup, Gianna Albertini couldn't resist the urge to indulge in her own desires. They’d grown monstrous as of late, at times consuming her every waking thought.. She sat down on her bed, the thought of his disproportionate stature forming in her mind. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be the dominant figure in a relationship with him, towering over the twerp and indulging his every need as he quivered in her shadow. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her own body resonating with and responding to the tantalizing fantasy. The more she immersed herself the more an increasingly familiar feeling began to take hold, and, god dammit, she could feel the bones in her face changing again.

She tossed and turned on her bed, lost in the fantasy as her fingers began to trace over the outline of her breasts, pausing to linger on her already hardening nipples. As her hands traveled down her flat stomach, she began to imagine what it would be like to be with him.Standing tall and dominant above him…watching his face as he looked up at her, his eyes wide…his body quivering with need for her. He would be completely at her mercy.

The thought sent shocks of pleasure through her body as she moaned.

Fuck you Melissa Monroe I could do him so much better than you. 

As Gianna fell back onto the mattress and slipped her fingers into her underwear, she imagined it was his small, weakling hands there, timidly exploring her folds and her body. She pictured it, him kneeling before her, looking up at her with a mixture of trepidation and arousal. As she reached her climax, she envisioned him shrinking even further, his tiny body now at her mercy. She sat up, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to her and she made up her mind. 

It might not  be tonight…

But soon, so very soon…

…I’m going to have him.

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Thanks to reader Moriarty for the original images, and RiF for edits on the copy