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Flavored Pops by Boredsitting This is a little, weekend story for those who like my style of writing. There isn't much of a plot on purpose - my plots take more planning. I'm trying to go back to the original concept of a token changing a person without their knowledge or permission but loving every minute of it. I'm trying to put together a long, character-driven story called The Student. It's going to be some time. Life and responsibilities seem to get in the way. Sorry if you want more works faster. I've really enjoyed writing for Fictionmania, and I appreciate every comment. Please be honest and brutal so I can work on getting better. "You know you want to do this, babe." I was stunned. We've talked about using one of those new magipops, but I wasn't really serious. I mean, who would want to place his body in the hands of some magical lollipop manufacturer? "Honey, I wasn't being serious. Who knows what those things will do to us. Look, you know I love you, but I don't trust anything that can change me like that. It's not natural." She pouted her lower lip and quivered her eyelids. In the couple of years we've been together, she has learned how to manipulate my buttons. She knows that I cannot stand to hurt her feelings. "You're overreacting. None of my friends have had any bad reactions to theirs, so we will be safe," she confided while closing the gap between us. Her hand reached into her pocket and presented a small candy sucker wrapped in a bright red wrapper. Holding it casually, she stares into my eyes as if I had committed a faux pas tilting her head to the side. She'd somehow found a way to make me feel badly about not wanting to do this. Why would I want to? There's no telling what it will do to us. These magic lollipops are designed to change a person into someone's idea of an attractive person. According to the rumors, they are quite thorough, too. I once heard that it changed a rather large football player into a petite, big-boobed teen. You change, too. Long term some say. Some of the magic stays with you for a while longer after you finish, so you never really change completely back. The lollipops can either change just a part of you, or it can completely transform you inside and out. "Sweety, I really don't think this is a good idea," I tried to convince her. "Does this make you feel better? I got two of them," she states as she reaches into pocket to grab another one. "One for you and one for me. See? We will do this together." I hardly felt reassured, but I still hated turning her down. "What do they do?" I relented. "It's a secret," she responded in a sing-song voice. "Just trust me. This is going to be the best thing that happens to us in a long time," Chloe smiles and hands me the candy. Grabbing my candy-filled hand and taking the wrapper off, she guides it into my mouth, "Just...put...it...in..." she teasingly demands as if she was feeding a child spinach with an airplane spoon. I can smell the candy when the wrapper is removed. Cherry! Cherry flavor dominates my senses and brings me back to cherry-flavored suckers as a child. They were so innocent then. Candy was just candy. There was no hidden purpose or depraved agenda. You sucked on a lollipop to enjoy the flavor. A cherry lollipop is nostalgia on a stick. They bring you back to a simpler time when you didn't have to worry about turning into a monster when sucking on one. Not anymore. Now a piece of gum can change your entire life plan. That's a pretty powerful piece of candy! The smell is so strong that I can almost taste it before it enters my mouth. My girlfriend slightly opens her mouth to suggest for me to do the same. She guides it in and my world is immediately saturated with cherry flavor. The lollipop dominates my mouth forcing me to pull it in with my tongue and lips. There's so much flavor. Reflexively, I begin to suck as if I'm trying to draw out every bit of flavor from the sucker, and my eyes roll back and close. I'm lost in the flavor and momentarily lose any sense of direction or motion. It's heaven. A slight moan escapes my throat as I bring my hand up to grab the straw attached to the lollipop. I fall back into the delirium savoring the cherry flavor. It doesn't feel like falling. It feels like floating. Floating along a cherry-flavored stream. I moan again and enjoy the euphoria. "They're good aren't they?" she asks with a wink. I admit. This could be the best piece of candy I've put in my mouth in years. It has such a strong, full cherry flavor, but it's not leaving a sugary aftertaste. "Well, we have all night to enjoy it." Now that I'm used to the sensations, I spy a little white stick poking out from the corner of her mouth. She must be sucking on the other lollipop. We lie down on the couch and begin to cuddle when I spy a little bag of suckers on the table behind us. That little minx, I think to myself. She's expecting quite a bit of lollipop sucking. She grabs the remote and turns the television to the adult section of the on demand menu. I look incredulously at her, and she smiles, shrugs her shoulders and continues to suck on her candy. The show starts and she rolls over with her head on my lap. The weight feels good on my lap as I realize where her head is. She is well-versed in giving blow jobs, and I'm looking forward to having her head between my legs again tonight. I dwell on that thought a little longer. I wonder what it's like to have a cock directly below your head like this. My imagination continues to flow when I begin to fantasize about what giving a blow job would feel like. I wonder what it would taste like. Subconsciously, I begin to suck on the lollipop a little harder pulling in the cherry flavor. My head shifts back and forth as I suck the flavor from the candy. The movie is still playing, but neither of us are really paying any attention to it. We're both so busy with the candy in our mouths. For the last few minutes, the lollipop seemed to get a little smaller. I giggle a little to myself when I think that I'm making headway... Tee hee, head-way. Chloe is rubbing my cock through the blanket and moaning. The movie must be exciting. I'd better see what's happening. On the screen, a couple is having very passionate sex. They move and undulate as she pants and moans in pleasure. Oh, wow. I'd give anything to have that kind of pleasure. Back and forth his darkened butt moves between her outstretched legs. I moan to myself. He looks so powerful thrusting into her like that. I've now ensconced myself into the fucking that the girl is receiving, and her pants and moans thrill me. Do they do that for show, or do girls really have to moan? Finding a moment of clarity, I ask myself why I'm thinking about his cock when the girl is the one I should be enjoying. His cock must be huge, then if she's moaning that loudly. Watching them, I try to spy a peek at his cock to see how big it is, and again giggle at the silliness of what I'm doing. Here I am with my girlfriend lying on my lap and I can't stop looking for his cock as I continue to suck my lollipop. I'm definitely enjoying the man more. Pop! A new flavor explodes in my mouth. I guess I've sucked it long enough. A creamy ooze fills my mouth with a decadent creamy flavor. Mmm. It's just as amazing as the cherry flavor, which, I admit was starting to wane. As I'm testing out this new flavor in my mouth, Chloe gasps and begins to moan even more. She must have found the creamy inside, too. The movie must have really done a number on me, because I'm feeling very tingly all over. Sparkles of delight tingle throughout my skin. I break into a giggle fit at the immensity of the sensations. I haven't giggled like this since I was a child. What has gotten into me? Chloe isn't giggling. She's moaning and panting kind of like the girl on the television. After a slight hesitation, the blanket is thrown off and she's unbuckling my pants. Her eyes are so focused on my crotch. I help out by lifting my butt to allow her to take off my pants. My cock strains upward looking for something to touch it. If she wasn't there, I'd definitely have my hands on it. I stare at it a little more and realize that it looks a little more pink than I remember. It's beautiful. Standing strong with little tendrils of blue veins spreading over it. My girlfriend is in luck. Like a person starved for days, she descends upon my cock, wraps her hand around the base, and lowers her mouth onto the head. The sucker stick falls forgotten beside my hips as Chloe begins to move her head up and down my erection. The joys of earlier return to my body, and can do nothing but lie back and enjoy. It doesn't take long for her to be able to fit my entire manhood into her mouth. She's done this many times before, but she seems so intent on it this time. Looking down, she's relishing in pleasuring my cock. Her eyes are closed, so she must be really engrossed in what she's doing. I decide to let her continue and lie back to sink into the couch. She's using both her hands and her mouth in ways that I don't remember her doing before. One hand is stroking the shaft up and down using her saliva as lubrication. The other caresses the bottom of my scrotum. Waves of pleasure radiate from my crotch outward drowning me in wet sensations. I spread my legs a little more give her better access to me and close my eyes and begin to think about what it would feel like to have a cock to suck whenever I wanted. It doesn't seem like a bad thing, really. If she can do it, why can't I? In my mind, I have my mouth on the cock of the guy on television. Back and forth I row along his phallus. Moaning, I gaze up to his eyes and smile as he's lost in the pleasure that I'm giving him. I wonder if I can reach the base like my girlfriend is doing now. Would I reach up and play with his sack, too? I moan louder. The pleasure really is strong tonight, and I feel that the sucker probably helped us along. I giggle as I daydream that I'm on a roller coaster. Straddling the cart, I hang on in an attempt not to fly off the high hills and treacherous curves. Panting and moaning, the ride up and down throws me into sensational episodes of pure bliss. The roller coaster is not relenting. The bumps and throws shift my body so much that my chest jiggles. I grab onto my chest to keep it from moving around. It feels more substantial than before. There's more to grab. There's more coming from them as they slosh around in my shirt. Two pinpoints connect forming an electric circuit between them and my engulfed cock below. My moving up and down stimulate my nipples. The current flows from the tips of these pleasure centers to my groin where a wet sleeve presses up and down coaxing me to give her my essence. Her other hand seems to have found a sensitive spot below my balls and is probing it. Wee! I grunt and moan loudly in an effort to show her how she's affecting me. All of these sensations send me reeling. Dizzy. The man from the movie suddenly appears ahead of me on the roller coaster. He's naked and his cock is standing up at me. He beckons me to come towards him. He's so perfect. Oh, yes! Let me have you. As we churn throughout the roller coaster of sexual inhibitions he bends me back and slides up to my legs. I let him open my legs, and beg for him to enter me. Please, enter me. I have to have you inside. Smiling like a cat who's finally caught the mouse, he pushes forward guiding his cock into a space between my legs. I'm crying out loudly from the effort. The wet sleeve isn't moving up and down so much now as it is flicking back and forth and a pressure invades below it. Slowly, he presses himself into me and I cry out. I open my eyes and look down to see between my breasts my wife with a wet smile and her hand around a plastic cock pressing inside of me. "More!" I scream in a voice that sounds so melodic. Please give me more. I pant and fuss shifting back and forth to allow more of the phallus inside of me. I want it all in. My legs spread as far as they can and my hips jerk forward. "More!" Back and forth it slides inside. Every push brings a force of pressure that balloons out then, just as quickly, pulls causing my pussy to form a suction to keep it from leaving. Oh, my god! I can't get enough. The sensations grow and blossom. More. The phallus sinks deeper inside. More. Wet, slurping sounds punctuate my heavy panting and moaning. Slowly, the pleasure crescendos forcing my body into an uncontrolled convulsion. For a moment, my eyes roll back, and I give up control of my body to its natural responses. My body is thrashing around uncontrollably on the couch. Absolute heaven. Chloe crawls up to the couch and slides in behind me crossing her arms around my breasts when my orgasm ends. Her still-wet hands cupping me centering on each nipple. We lie as subsequent contractions flutter out of me. My post-coitus nap didn't last long, because I wanted to see what the sucker did to me. Slowly, I untangled myself from her grip. I look back at her and see a very pretty girl. She's so cute lying there with her hair tousled and a smirk on her face. So silly of me. I thought she was sleeping. As much as I see her as cute, I don't see her as sexy. This is disheartening. "You turned me into a girl," I state. "Yes, and you are so sexy, "she replies. My skin is slightly more brownish than before. "Yay, I don't need to get a suntan this summer," I say to myself. "Sweety," Chloe responds, "you won't be a girl this summer. You're still a guy inside there." Drat! I pout a little. Oh! "Look at these boobs," I squee. Pert, attractive breasts topped with large brown cone-shaped nipples pointing forward and a slight crop of hair where my cock once was testifies that I am a girl. Using upturned palms I lift them up as if inspecting their weight. My hands feel the soft, pliable mass, but my chest feels the weight taken off. They are a part of me. This is all so silly! In appreciation, I dance around in place singing an impromptu song about the breasts hanging off of my chest. Chloe bursts into giggles. Wait a minute! I stop dancing and turn to Chloe, "Didn't you have a sucker in your mouth, too?" She looks down with a sly grin and a rose hue spreads throughout her face. "You saw that, didn't you? Well, I knew you were going to be a sexy little girl this weekend, so I needed some help overcoming my issues with being with a girl. It made me like girls." "That is so sweet," I gush and sit beside her. She sacrificed her normal preferences to be more attracted to me. Aww. She pulls up and kisses me on the mouth. She tastes like peaches. We roll around making out, however, I don't feel any sexual excitement. I can't let her know. She just took a lesbian loving spell, and it would crush her if I don't go that way. I gasp at the realization. She's not turning me on. This kissing session isn't getting me excited. That must mean that I like guys. Images of men flash through my mind followed by tingles between my legs and nipples. Oh shit! I'm getting turned on thinking about cock. Another giggle breaks up the kissing. She looks quizzically at me and continues to rub my body and caress my face while kissing. Inside, I'm singing a new tune," I like cock, I like cock, I want a man. Mmmm, sexy, sexy men." The space between my legs is saturated from my excitement. She's getting worked up, so I'd better change the subject - quickly. "I saw the other lollipops," I blurt out awkwardly. She stops and stares at me. "They're on the table, silly. Did you not think that I wouldn't notice?" I break away from her grip and walk over to the table. My steps are widely spaced and my hips naturally sway. Each impact of my feet causes a ripple effect on my hips and breasts and forces them to bounce back and forth. Before I reach the table, however, I catch a glimpse of myself in the dining room mirror. I stare at my image soaking up every nuance and curve. My skin has darkened and my eyes have taken more of an almond-like appearance. Short, brunette, messy hair crowns a face that I could only come from a tropical locale. While large from my perspective, my boobs don't look too large from the mirror. Tee hee, I'm dark and mysterious (giggle). An opened zipper bag lays open on the kitchen table with a dozen or so brightly-wrapped lollipops spilled out. I reach down to scour through them to see what the wrappers say. One called Barefoot And Pregnant looks promising, as does the Ditzy Bimbo one, too. They click and jumble as I move them around. There's one called Brand New Man. Thinking back on Chloe's idea that I needed to trust her gave me an idea. Yea, two can play that game. She can do the same thing as I did and change for me. A never-ending litany of naked men and their cocks keep flashing into my thoughts causing my inside to get wet and sticky. I want to know what it's like to be taken by a man, and this is the best way to do it. Mmm, I can't wait to open myself to some sexy man and let him inside of me. I'm still dwelling on the guy from the soft porno from earlier with his tight, tan butt pushing his cock into the wailing girl. "Hurry up, and pick another one," comes the demand from the other side of the couch. I startle awake. Man, these suckers are doing a job on my attention span. I'm, like, totally ditzy now. I grab one for her and take the wrapper off. "Coming!" I sing back to her while skipping back into the television-lit room. "Do YOU trust me?" I ask with a giggle and a smirk. "Don't play around with those, Sweety. You could do some serious damage if you eat the wrong ones," she scolds. Ignoring the motherly tone in her voice, I place the lollipop near her mouth and tell her to open up. She looks at me with derision. I ask again, this time with a plastered smile to force her to say yes. "Okay," she relents. "I guess it's fair play, huh?" Yeppers! She hesitantly opens her mouth and takes it, but is still wary of its effects. Tee hee, she's going to have so much fun. I can't keep the giggles from erupting and collapse into the couch. Through tear-filled eyes, I look up at her and see that she's staring off into the distance as if she's focusing on an object far away. I take the opportunity to guide her onto her back on the couch and begin kissing her breasts. While I don't really get too much from it, I know that I will end up between her legs with a mouth full of cock. At this point, I want a cock so much that I'd do almost anything. She moans and runs her hands up and down her body. The sucker must be taking its affect. Oh, boy! I can't wait. "Stop!", she screams. "Stop!" I jerk up to look into her eyes. They're slightly unfocused, but its obvious that she's fighting something within. Bouncing up, I take the sucker from her mouth by the stick, and ask if she's okay. "You don't have a sucker," she states as if this upsets her. She's right. If we're going to do this, then we will do it together. I impatiently roll off the couch and pad my way to the table. She's starting to moan, so I don't take any time picking a lollipop for me. I grab one, unwrap it and pop it into my mouth. Again, the flavor strikes me with an all-encompassing force that stuns me for a moment. Watermelon flavor explodes into my being with a grunt. It races to my brain where I have to balance myself against a chair to keep from collapsing. They need to put a warning label not to drive or operate heavy machinery with these things (giggle). If I play my cards right, I may be operating some heavy machinery of my own. In the meantime, I pluck the sucker from my mouth and return to my moaning and writhing, spread-legged girlfriend on the couch. Reluctantly, I place the lollipop on the table beside me with a whimper, because I want to taste every inch of my mate. I will be back in a moment to finish. Not wasting any time, I kneel down between her outstretched legs, place my hands on the insides of her thighs, and lower my mouth to her folds. Noting a slight distaste, I soldier on awaiting the results of the sucker. I work her as I would like her to do to me, and feel confident that I can get her to orgasm before her change. Mechanically, I lick and rub in the places receive the loudest moans. Manually stimulating her folds, creases, and lips with my hands and mouth, I try to bring her as high as I can. Thankfully, the watermelon flavor is still in my mouth, so her juices don't gross me out too much, but I want to return all of those times that she took me into her mouth. Her grunts and moans are coming in a little hoarse as if she has a cold. Chloe's legs and groin are bulking up and turning a darker tan. My fingers once felt the soft underside of her thighs and pussy now are starting to caress harder masses of muscles and flesh. Again, a hoarse grunt comes from above my head. As much as I'm performing here, she's not getting wet. She's reacting to my ministrations, but her vagina is not producing any lubrication. If anything, it's puffing out. Still using my tongue and hands, I center them on her enlarging clit. It's not too much bigger than earlier at the moment, but it's swelling out from her folds signaling the beginning of my plan coming together. Admittedly, I'm soaking wet and cannot stop moaning myself. Every so often as my hand glides around her swollen womanhood, I sneak a little tease between my legs for myself. It feels so divine to be opened up and allowing your finger to slide into your being. Oh, God! I can't wait to get filled by a cock. Her clit is pulsing and swelling harder and longer while her pussy is swelling closed below. Her grunts are definitely masculine now and resonate inside of me. It grows larger with every up and down motion. I buff her enlarging clit with my lips and it answers with a little pulse and it grows. Each time it grows a little more. Larger and larger. I can finally manipulate it with my entire mouth now sending a grunt or moan as a thank you. At this point, I'm not sure who's grunting or moaning more. We both are lost into this oral handling that I almost forget that I was performing this on a girl just moments before. As if someone had recorded my earlier fantasies and played them on repeat, every motion is calculated to receive as much pleasure from her growing cock as possible. Here I am worshiping his cock and giving my man the blowjob of his dreams. It's gotten big enough that audible slurps can be heard and I have to use my hand to reach the base. As I move my head up I bite my mouth and suck in to coax the cum out and breathe in as I move my head back down. Up and down my head moves cradling his stiff cock in my tongue and wringing the base with my hands. Feeling that he's now finished and to give me a chance to catch my breath, I begin my ascent upward. Wiry, dark hairs line up from his cute belly button and almost draw an arrow to this turgid cock in my hand. Chloe's midsection is hardened with ridges of an undeveloped six- pack and waist. His skin feels harder, more resilient, and those cute breasts that I played with for all of these years have bulked up to a hardened chest. "Oh my God" plays on repeat in my mind as I survey the changes from the lollipop. Chloe's now a hunk and every bit the man that was in my fantasy. His head is now lying back with closed eyes. Chloe is completely at my mercy, so I take my time enjoying every sense. In my hand resides a pulsing, hot muscle of flesh that I cannot look away from. It's hypnotizing. About the size of a cucumber it throbs and jerks with anticipation. Hard, but covered with a soft layer of flesh, his cock swells at the tip with a crimson head reminding me of a mushroom cap (giggle). I pull on it trying to make it bigger. It is my entire universe at this moment, and I want it inside of me. By now I've climbed up onto his abdomen and am leaning over his face. My breasts hang freely underneath me not quite touching him. Their weight very much apparent as they bounce around unrestrained. Remembering that I still have a lollipop, I lean over and pop it back into my mouth. I pause playing with the stick in my mouth at the realization that the man I'm straddling is the same as the man in the movie, but it's also my girlfriend. Most importantly, he's the bearer of this amazing cock that's about to be inside of me. His open mouth forms soundless words in an attempt to vocalize his pleasure. He's lost, so I must bring him back. I reach between my legs and grab onto the phallus underneath me squeezing it a couple of times to help it regain its hardness. Without opening his eyes, he moans and his cock twitches. My left hand guides it back and forth over my lips to coat it with my wetness readying it for what's coming next. Back and forth I slide it with trembling hands spreading my nectar along the tip and around my pussy. It's time. On shaky legs, I aim the tip at the source of my wetness and lean back gently. At first, it presses against me, and I wonder if it will fit. Then, suddenly, as if it suddenly found a weak spot in a wall, it rushes in spreading my inner walls with a gasp. I no longer sense him as an outside object. He's now a part of me. The inner pressure and friction become the center of my being. Slowly, I press down allowing gravity to guide me. He's so deep he feels like a part of me. I cannot tell where I end and he begins. My bottom gently comes to a rest on a bed of hair. The sensations are so strong that I take a moment to regain order. Inside, I can feel his cock pulse and undulate. This is my purpose. I've never felt more proper than I do right now. This is where I belong. Once I've become accustomed to the stretching and fullness, I gently roll myself up and down. Minutely at first accompanied with high- pitched whimpers. Really, I'm just leaning back and forth to create friction, but then the movements lengthen and strengthen until I'm actively squeezing his cock with every up thrust and gyrating on every down turn. The lollipop serves to keep me from screaming out, but it doesn't stop me from loudly moaning and grunting. The movement between my legs forces the sound from me. Try as I may, I cannot hold it in. Our rutting gets stronger and more forceful. Chloe reaches up and cups my breasts placing my hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger and begins to pinch and twist. Electricity shoots from my breasts to a spot behind my belly button forcing it to grow warm and pleasurable. The energy grows crackling through my arms and legs centering behind my belly. It's familiar. It's the same feeling from earlier when I first changed. Mmm. I'm starting my orgasm. It's coming. I lean forward in an effort to gain more friction on my clit at the base of his cock. His hips are jerking upward matching my up and down undulations. I cannot stop my body's motions. It knows what it wants, and will not stop until I get my man to make me his. "Please cum," I cry between pants dribbling some watermelon-flavored drool onto his chest. "Please cum in me." He's panting and grunting beneath my legs and thrusting himself as deep as he can. "Make me yours", I plead. The intensity of the pressure forces my vision to blur and my eyes to roll back. My hips convulse forcing as much of him in me as possible. It is as this moment that I am actively trying to fuck every inch of him into my pussy. With a sudden explosion, my body seizes up, releases, and seizes up again knocking my breath out of my lungs. I no longer have control of myself, so I go enjoy the ride. Waves of pleasure and energy radiate from my core forcing my back to contract bending me backwards on his cock holding me there until stars form in my vision. Spent, I collapse on his chest with my head in the nook of his neck. The lollipop rests in my semi-open mouth forgotten. After a moment, I awake still on his chest. A puddle has pooled up in a nook on his chest with light-red tinged spit. Groggily, I sit up and lean over dumping myself onto the couch. A lazy haze encompasses my thinking while I relive the past sexual encounter. I reach down to feel myself and slight from the soreness while rolling the lollipop around in my mouth. A dribble of clear cum escapes and runs over my butt and onto the couch. Tee hee. The lolli is still here in my mouth. I look over to Chloe and his cock. It's shriveled some and is laying sideways on her lap facing towards me. "Hello," I tease at the spent cock. His head turns to look at me and smiles. "I guess I didn't think this one through, huh? When I gave you the Sexpot lollipop, I didn't think that you would want a man so soon. I asked for this," as she motions down to her body," didn't I?" "Yeppers. I can't stop thinking about having a cock in me," I reply. My former girlfriend forces himself off of the couch and reaches back in a big stretch. "Say, which lollipop do you have now?" "I don't know," I answer. "I didn't check." He walks around the couch and over to the table. The watermelon lollipop continues to entertain me as I lay on the couch. I wonder which one I have, I think to myself? At that moment, it pops in my mouth sending a wave of cream throughout. I moan at the pleasure. "Say, why is there a Barefoot And Pregnant wrapper on the table?" I overhear from the kitchen. end