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 I was only human, a man with imperfections and flaws like the rest of us except mine were mostly about misreading intentions so when a girl came up to me in Princess Zelda cosplay and started complimenting my Link costume, I took it at face value, completely oblivious to the flirty nature she was giving off.

 We talked for almost the whole day, telling each other tales of our lives and other such stories except I was unaware of her eyelash batting or lip biting. The night was drawing in as the convention started to empty. She asked if I wanted to go to dinner but I replied that I wasn't hungry. "Maybe we can go to my room for drinks instead," she said, leaning so I'd get a good look at her cleavage, but that too went over my head since I didn't drink. She huffed a bit before giving one last shot, "I'll make it worth your while," she pressed her large breasts together between her upper arms, pulling her top down until her nipples almost poked out. "I'm pretty beat, I think I'm gonna retire for the night," I said to her astonished face, "Nice meeting you!" I turned to leave which was the last mistake I'd ever make.

 The woman mumbled something that caused me to freeze in place, not out of fear or concern, but literally paralyzing me so I couldn't leave. "I'll get you in my bed even if you aren't human anymore," she stated in a tone, dripping with malice. A terrible force overtook my body as the air emptied from my lungs. My entire body felt as if I was being crushed between two walls. I could only move my eyes in fear which allowed me to see my hands slowly become flatter. My form kept losing depth until I was one-dimensional.

 "Now to give you some softness," she said with a flick of her hand. I felt something rushing into me, filling my body until I was almost as wide as I was originally except I was still unable to move. I felt her arm wrap around me, leaving me stunned at how pleasurable it felt. She pulled out a makeup mirror and showed it to me, revealing that I was but a body pillow with Link printed on the front. I wanted to scream at her, shout for help but no one around us seemed to even notice what had just happened. She giggled and started for the exit, an extra skip in her step.

 She arrived at her hotel room and threw me to the bed before stripping for the shower. I finally noticed just how attractive she was, thick and curvy with a youthful vigor except I was too scared to truly appreciate it. I sat there listening to the water running as I pondered the fate she had for me until the water shut off. She stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel before making her way to the dresser. She slid a G-string up her supple thighs, making sure I saw her before telling me "I don't want to get you too wet."

 She leapt onto the bed, tits hanging freely as she mounted my cushiony body. She pulled me closer as she straddled me between her big thighs and started to grind. The feeling of her rubbing her crotch on me was better than any sex I've ever had. She began to pant and moan as she took on a rhythm. Her panties didn't really help prevent her from getting me wet because when she came, her underwear was soaked through, covering me in her fluids. I orgasmed too except there was no visible way to tell. I slipped into a trancelike state in the afterglow until she wrapped her arms around me and fell asleep, her new pillow she got from the convention.

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