You lick your lips. "Hm, you don't look so good. Are you okay, sweetie?" The Fluctuator is now rapidly decreasing in size as he starts to pant, shock and horror consuming his face. It's times like these where you want your prey to be able to appreciate the female form before they're consumed by it, so you start to undress as he finalises his transformation into your meal.
As your drop your panties, you see your prey, now the size of your finger, rushing towards the door of your bedroom. You pick your panties up and skilfully toss them to his location, trapping him where he stands. You slowly begin to stalk over as he squirms in his feminine prison.
"Now, you're not running away, are you? I thought you were going to teach me a thing or two about biology?" His prison muffles his response. You pick him up and go sit down on your bed. You release him from captivity as you spread your legs and start playing with your moist folds. Your clitoris is buzzing with pleasure and power.
What do you want to do with your prey?
