The mention of a reversal brings her hope surging back, and she clasps at it like a lifeline. Her voice trembles as she asks, "Can you really do that? Without hurting the babies?" Tears stream down her face, mixing with the sweat that coats her skin as she waits for your answer.

Her whole world has been turned upside down, and all she can think about now is getting things back to some semblance of normalcy - even if it means giving up a piece of herself in the process.

As you whisper the counter-incantation, her swollen belly begins to shrink back down to its normal size. With each word that leaves your lips, the pressure inside her eases, until at last it's gone completely. She sags with relief, breathing heavily as she tries to process what just happened.

She looks down at her flat stomach, still unbelieving that it's really over. "Thank you,"

she growls roughly as she slips you inside her. She's so tight it's almost painful, but in the best possible way. With a satisfied moan, she begins to ride you hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her hands find purchase on either side of your head, holding you down as she takes what she wants from you.

"Yes," She pants, "Just like that." Her hips move faster, driving you deeper into her. You can feel how wet she is, how eager she is for this.

As the pleasure builds inside both of you, the room fills with moans and gasps. Your thrusts grow more forceful as you struggle to keep up with her demanding pace. Her breasts sway freely now, slapping against your chest with each movement. You can feel your climax building, ready to explode out of you at any moment.

"Cum for me," She whispers, her voice shaking as she nears her own release. "Fill me up."

As she takes you into her hand, pleasure washes over her. She moans loudly, arching her back as she feels your length press against her entrance. Her other hand continues to tease and stroke herself, driving her need for you even higher. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, begging for release.

Her fingers slide easily along your length, wrapped tightly around you as she begins to move her hand up and down with increasing speed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on the feeling of you inside her fist, wishing it was deeper still. She looks back at you, a mixture of desire and need etched into her features. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "put me out of my misery."