It had been a fantastic birthday by all accounts. Wendy counted her blessings, grateful to know so many wonderful friends who gave her wonderful presents and had even taken her out for a lovely dinner at the local pastrami place. The salted meat and spicy mustard still lingered on her breath, that final bite dancing across the synapses of her recent memory; god it was such a good sandwich. She had even gotten a new model kit that had been on preorder, arriving with great serendipity at the P.O. box. And once she got back to her apartment she could look forward to a nice hot shower, changing into some comfortable pajamas, and a late night of anime reruns. Not every day was great, but today was, and she was glad for it.

	She fished the keys our of her pocket, nestled between some loose bills and her wallet, meandering up the stairs leading her to place. “Ahhh, home sweet ho- huh?” she stood in a daze at the threshold, because even in her wildest dreams would she not believe what was awaiting her inside. Standing at an imposing 7’ tall, not counting the generous high heels, was the vibrant pink amazonian frame of her favorite lifestyle streamer, Gabby. Arms up on the door frame, clad in a sleek black cocktail dress complete with precipitously plunging neckline and hem so high the entirety of her left leg swung free of the fabric, she towered over the modern witchgirl. “Hi~” she cooed, voice a velvet smooth baritone. Question after question bombarded the overclocked birthday girl’s brain, why was she here, how did she know where she lived, how the hell could this most secret of wishes come true; the one blaring in all caps in bright red flashing text across her frontal lobe, however, was HOLY FUCK AM I ABOUT TO GO OUT WITH GABBY?

“H-heya, G-gabby… fancy, uhhh, m-meeting you h-here?”

“Yes, indeed, it’s quite the pleasure~ A little birdie told me that my biggest fan’s birthday just happened to be today and I thought to myself, ‘Well I can’t let her special day without a proper gift from me go by!’, so I pulled some strings and here I am~”

“I-is that so, w-what did you have i-in mind?”

“Ohhh~ not much really. Would a late dinner and a night with me all to yourself be to your liking?~”

“OhmygodyesI’dlovethatyespleaseandthankyou” the awestruck fangirl yammered out as fast as her biology would physically allow; this was like waking up on christmas to find santa sitting in your living room here to personally deliver you an infinite wishes genie lamp mixed with those spicy vr goon sessions she’d treat herself to when the urges were truly bad. “It’s just uh… I don’t really have anything that would match your glamorous fit… I hope that’s okay…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ve got you covered. Now let’s see… what would look best on you… Ah yes, I think that’ll do.”

	Before Wendy could even respond to the enormous gardevoir woman taking up her doorway, she had snapped her fingers and changed Wendy’s garments right from under her. She now found herself wrapped in a tight microdress, crimson hued and hugging her curves so tightly it left almost zero to the imagination, as well as a brand new jet black witches hat and stiletto heels to match. She would’ve gawked at how much this must’ve cost if not for it making her so flushed her face could color match the dress.

“There, I’ve gotta say you make it work wonderfully. You make an excellent accessory dear~”

	That word. Something about that word, “accessory”. That word drove a white hot bolt of lighting right down the length of her spine with how it made her shudder. And she knew exactly why, of course. It was because that word meant she was Gabby’s, a piece of jewelry meant to accentuate her radiant beauty. And GOD was it fucking hot. She’d cum to the thought of being made Gabby’s personal property so frequently, so intensely, so singlemindedly that it might as well have been the only fantasy she actually harbored in her goonrotted grey matter. The thought of it becoming reality was so singularly exciting to her that her brain had shifted down several gears, discarding all other possible wants and needs in favor of living this one dream that had occupied a countless number of her sweaty evenings.

“Now, let’s be off then, our reservation awaits~”

“U-u-uhm m-mistr- I mean, G-Gabby?”

“Yes?” oh god that glint her eye she KNEW Wendy had to catch herself from saying mistress she had to have.

“I-I actually ate n-not too long ago, c-can we go right t-to the other part?”

“Ohhhh~” mewed the hot pink Venus, bending over her like a predator who found its prey waltzing up to it in surrender. Oh god she was so hot and she smelled so good fuck fuck fuck it’s really happening oh my fucking GOD. “Eager, aren’t we~ Unfortunately I cannot in good conscious fulfill this request of yours. After all, I’m going to need plenty of energy myself for your real gift~ Now come, the night is still young and we have no time to waste.”

“Y-yes ma’am” Oh god, oh god, oh god. I’m in danger~

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	The dinner was beyond compare; Gabby swept them away to the high rise eatery’s locale with the same magic that had clad Wendy in designer attire. Sadly Wendy could not recall a single bit of it that wasn’t focused on Gabby. She radiated charm effortlessly; from how she carried herself to the way she shmoozed with other high class folk. Nothing could compare, it was like it was her world and everyone else was living in it. They took their seats and Gabby ordered for them, an act that did not escape Wendy’s lust addled brain. Gabby was in charge here, of everything really but especially of herself. If pressed she couldn’t tell you what Gabby had purchased her, but the sight of Gabby’s own meal was incredible. An enormous tomahawk steak cooked to perfect rareness; and yet even when she went in to devour her catch, not a single bit of the unctuously flowing juices dared sully her apppearance. It was as if it knew better, and honestly, maybe it did.

	Gabby picked up their tab without a second thought; after all, what price would be too exorbitant for her? She led Wendy to the foyer outside the restaurant, greeting others and showing off Wendy with all the pomp and circumstance of a newly tailored piece. It drove Wendy’s libido absolutely wild, being treated like a prized possession of her dream woman was almost too much to bear.

“Yes, yes it was lovely seeing you too! I’ll keep in touch!” Gabby said, seeing off other acquaintances for the night, before at last turning to Wendy standing dutifully at her side. “Now~” the gardevoir woman purred, every ounce of formality and politeness instantly draining out of her voice as she addressed her prize, “I think it’s time for dessert~”

	Wendy sprung to attention at the decree, ready to serve her self-appointed mistress without fail, “Y-yes ma’am, I w-would like that very much!”

	Gabby snapped her fingers for the third time that night, instantly transporting them to a lavishly adorned master bedroom, wine colored tapestries and sweetly scented candles setting an unquestionably amorous mood.

	In the proceess of transportation the gardevoir woman had also stripped them both down to nothing, Wendy sitting on the low set mattress while Gabby finally unveiled her promised “dessert”, a diamond-hard horsecock, thicker than her already generously proportioned thighs and longer than her forearms with a pendulous set of balls that rivaled melons and hung to her knees, twitching and churning with need. It flooded the room with its heady, hot musk, frying the last of Wendy’s neurons with its potency, cranking the knob on her libido to way past maximum and ripping it right off. Wendy was more than familiar with the monstrous womb conqueror’s dimensions, but basking in its magnificence in person was a billion, no trillion times better, and it was all she could muster to remain still staring at it rather than hungrily bowing down, begging for the privilege to worship it.

	Gabby gazed down at her prey with hunger in her eyes, licking her teeth with her tongue in anticipation of making Wendy into her woman exclusively. “So~ now that I’ve got you all to myself, I think it’s only right that you get the honor of making a request. Go ahead, tell me exactly what you would like me to do with you~”

	Wendy’s higher functions having long since left the establishment, what remained processed the words as best it could. And after tabulating the possibilities, cross referencing her most frequent fantasies with the reality of the situation, convening a council to weigh the options, and coming to a diplomatic accord, what she ended up with was:

“Make me yours, daddy~”

	And all gabby had to say to that was like succor to the weak. “Good Girl~”