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Chapter 8 There was Penny standing right in front of me. She had changed her clothes and freshened her makeup since I'd last seen her at work. She was now wearing a dress with two thin straps that must have been purely decorative since the midsection of the dress had to be made of some strong material to hold up her outrageously large breasts. They were pushed up quite high. Her makeup was much more striking, having gone for the cat-eye look. Taken altogether with her slicked back short hair, she was quite the sight. It was her words that worried me: "I want to fuck you so hard." It wasn't even said with passion, just matter-of-factly, with the same lack of excitement one would expect when reviewing auto insurance policy options. In almost any other situation I'd have jumped at that invitation, consequences be damned. Of course, in any other situation where I'd fantasized about a situation like this, I was a man. Plus, the body I was in was an order of magnitude hotter than Penny's. From what I'd gathered earlier, Penny wasn't interested in men since the brief description of her weekend I overheard earlier in the morning made it sound like one long hedonistic lesbian orgy. Meanwhile, I wearing a sexy underbust corset and skyscraper heels with my own impressive tits hanging loose in the apartment of my staggeringly rich boss and lover, and I wasn't going to do anything impulsive that could jeopardize my situation. "No. At the very least you could buy me dinner first," I said dryly. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" "That's just what I want to find out," she said with a slight tinge of menace. I thought she'd accepted the situation earlier but perhaps there was some lingering doubt on her part. This conversation clearly wasn't going to get anywhere until Simone joined us. "It's safe! You can come out!" I yelled to Simone, who'd been hiding in the bedroom out or fear that the delivery boy had returned. "And bring the cups for this stupid corset!" I added, getting rapidly annoyed with feeling like a piece of meat on display. Penny had barely made eye contact me with, staring at my breasts practically the entire time, perhaps mesmerized by my nipple rings. I let Penny inside. It just occurred to me that the extra food I'd wondered about earlier was there because Simone had invited Penny to dinner. I didn't appreciate not being told in advance, but I was rapidly becoming accustomed to that. On the bright side, this was my chance to get the whole story behind Penny. I also noticed about a dozen boxes of various sizes that somehow I hadn't seen when the food was delivered a few moments ago. "Would you mind helping me with these if you can take your eyes off my tits for a moment?" I asked of Penny. "Happy to help," she said and grabbed a few of the boxes. She'd taken the smaller boxes from the top of the stack and handed them to me. That was a relief because I didn't think I'd be able to bend over and safely carry any of the larger boxes on the floor without falling over. I carried mine to a side of the room, out of the traffic path while Penny continued with the larger boxes. They apparently were not very heavy as she was able to move them all inside the door rather quickly and easily. Simone emerged from the bedroom, hesitantly at first, like a squirrel making sure there were no cars about to run it over, then confidently. She waved to Penny and tossed me the cups as she walked towards the dining room where Penny followed. I wasn't expecting her to throw the cups to me. As a result, I missed them and they fell to the floor by my feet. My initial instinct was to simply bend forward and pick them up, but fortunately I caught myself before I fell forward, which would have been the likely result as I was teetering on these heels. Instead, I carefully bent slowly at the knees while the corset ensured my back remained straight. The cups were to the right of my feet so I twisted my knees to the left and kept lowering myself very slowly. Once my hands could touch the ground, I started to look down to see exactly where the cups were, but when I tried, I felt myself falling forward again. I immediately stopped and tried looking down while bending only at the neck. I couldn't see anything on the ground with my arms, tits and legs in the way, so I kept feeling around until I was finally able to snag one then both with my fingernails and pulled them into my palm. Finally, with my mission accomplished, I stood up, found the little hooks in the cups that connected to the corset and attached them. It took a bit of work to get my tits comfortably back into the cups, but it was a relief once I had. It should have occurred to me to take the nipple rings out first. I started to head towards the living room, but when I turned around I saw Simone and Penny standing next to each other, waving at me, having watched the show I'd just put on. I was beyond the point of being capable of embarrassment at that point, so I just rolled my eyes up and joined them at the table. Simone and Penny worked together to set the table. They didn't even need to talk to each other to know what to get, with Penny handling the plates and utensils and Simone getting the wine and glasses, so it was obvious that Penny spent a lot of time here. I know that before "the incident" (which was how Simone and I had decided to refer to our changes) that Collette was not a lesbian, so it must have been a platonic friendship. We sat to eat. The table conversation between Penny and Simone started completely innocuously, mostly a recap of the day at the salon and discussion of a few of the clients. I just sat there, not eating or drinking, figuring they were bound to notice me eventually. Finally, I'd had enough. "So, how did you two meet?" I asked, perhaps a bit more loudly than necessary, but in a way to let them know I was tired of being the only one in the dark. "Why, Angel, I thought you'd never ask," Simone replied. I knew then that they were intentionally ignoring me, waiting until I brought up the subject. I planted my elbows on the table and put my face in my hands. "Get on with it, please," I said dryly. "Well," Simone began, as if trying to determine where to start. "We met through my husband fifteen years ago and we've been best friends ever since. Penny was the first person my husband picked for his team when they started designing the cocoon prototypes. She'd actually been one of his college professors and he always said she taught him everything he knew." "Yeah, right. One year as my student and he was teaching me everything," Penny interjected. "Of course, the first time I met her I thought she was an old man," Simone said with a giggle. "I was the butchest of the dykes back then, but reed thin," Penny interjected again. "And Collette never even raised a single eyelash. No matter how much acceptance of gays and lesbians has become commonplace, masculine women can still make some people uncomfortable." "Well, you reminded me of one of my old uncles. And one of my old aunts..." "Funny. Fortunately, you weren't my type back then. Now, however, it's another story." "Yeah, you always did go for the girls with the big racks, didn't you?" "Yup. And both of you more than qualify now." "Yeah, that reminds me," I broke in, "just what was that you said when I opened the door?" "Oh yeah, I want to fuck you really hard." "Yeah, that." "Well, I do. You are fucking hot. I'd love to tie you up and explore every inch of your body." "Is that your typical pickup line?" "No, normally I buy the girl a drink first. Sometimes dinner, but I don't like sex on a full stomach." "But, why me and not Simone? I don't think it's a contest at all, Simone is even hotter than I am." "Don't sell yourself short. That blonde Asian thing you've got going really turns me on. But I'd sooner hit on you because Simone is the closest thing to a daughter I have. That would just be icky, no matter how impossibly attractive she is now." I figured that was as good an answer as I was going to get. My head was spinning and I tried to get things back on track. "So let me get this straight, you used to be an old dyke now you're a young sex bomb. Something changed. What happened?" I'd asked Penny directly but she seemed disinclined to continue telling the story herself so Simone picked up the slack. "There was an accident at work. An explosion nearly killed her. There was extensive brain damage. They got her into a cocoon immediately, but as you know, cocoons are good for tissue, bones and organs, but not so good for brains. That's why, despite all of the progress made towards eradicating diseases and healing the injured, there hasn't been much progress towards helping mental conditions. There's been a lot of progress finding the causes of things like Alzheimer's, OCD and profound retardation, but it can't be fixed like removing a cancer or regenerating a bone because the brain is so complex. Any time they tried intentionally altering brain tissue it caused more damage. "So, anyway, they healed Penny as best as they could, but there were complications. Physically, she was as healthy as ever. However, her behavior was erratic, she angered easily, suffered from attention deficits and she was generally unpleasant to be around. She was also, well, constantly horny and overly aggressive towards any woman she found attractive, no matter how inappropriate the situation. "CocoonCo had no choice but to give her a giant settlement and let her go. She tried therapy and medication but they only did so much good." I'd been listening to Simone talk but I kept my eyes on Penny the whole time. "OK, so far so good," I said, "but when did the physical change come in?" To my relief, Penny started speaking for herself. "It was on my 70th birthday. I had a session with my therapist where I was trying to deal with everything that happened to me. Even though there was a physical cause, the only cure was going to come from mental discipline. On top of that, I'd realized how many people I'd lost touch with or driven away, except Collette of course, and thought about how I'd always been so deep into my work that I never had a long-term relationship. "I could never go back to CocoonCo and teaching was out of the question. I had enough money that I didn't need to work, so my conclusion was just to start over as a new person. Well, I still liked women, that'll never change, but I got myself a new body about as different from what I was as I could get and still be a woman, a new name. Goodbye Penelope 'Pike' Wertmuller, PhD, and a few dozen other initials I'd never get to use again and, voila, hello Penny Luxury." "Pike?" "Yeah, Pike. If you'd ever seen a picture of the old me you'd know I was not a 'Penelope.' Anyway, it didn't go quite so well. Due to my condition, I started getting lost in my new persona. It was like I had no filter and I started getting involved in some very self-destructive behavior. The drugs, alcohol and sex had taken over my life. "So after I hit bottom, Collette helped get me into rehab followed by some intensive psychological therapy. No more of that hour a week stuff. This was 24/7 help for two solid months. What I learned was that I needed something in my life where I'd have to work hard to be on my best behavior. I was missing that in my life, so Collette gave me a job in the salon. It's not as if I need the money I make there, but for me, it's therapy. It helped me build up my social muscles. There's little to every get angry about when I'm surrounded by beautiful women all day. And now there are two utter bombshells to gawk at every day." "Those first few weeks were fun though," Simone interjected. "At first she was hitting on practically every client, and not very subtly either. But she worked hard at it and built up her self-control." "Thanks for reminding me of that," Penny added. "But wait a second, this morning I overheard you talking about a sex orgy weekend," I said. "What am I missing here?" "Well, a girl's gotta have some fun!" Penny proclaimed, and that was the first time I saw smile. "Parties at the H.O.P. are very safe. Everyone is scanned for drugs and blood tested before entering. I've had an alcohol inhibitor treatment, so I get violently ill if I have more than three drinks, and there are monitors and security to ensure nobody gets out of line or behaves inappropriately. And there's not much to get angry about there either. Well, there was that one time I got really pissed and started yelling at this little bitch, but all it did was turn her on and make her hornier..." "H.O.P.?" I asked. "House of Pussy, of course," Penny answered. "The only real rule is no men allowed. Other than that, as long as it's consensual, anything goes. You know, I'm one of their best customers. I bet I could get you both guest passes." I looked at Simone to find she was already looking back at me. Our eyes met and it was one of those moments where it felt like we both knew what the other was thinking. "Thanks, but no thanks," Simone said. "I think we've both been through so much lately that we need to establish some normalcy." I nodded in agreement, and I think the three of us all chuckled at how ridiculous the word "normalcy" seemed in our situation. Though I did let my mind wander a bit to think about what a weekend-long glamourous lesbian orgy would be like. It certainly seemed better than any weekend trip I'd ever taken. We continued eating dinner and lingering over empty plates for an hour, exchanging various stories and jokes. Penny finally seemed to let her guard down around me, but I had a sense that Simone was still hesitant about something. The table was cleared and I began to open another bottle of wine, asking both women if they wanted more. "Sure, I'd love some more," Simone said. "Are you sure about that?" Penny interrupted. "You've already had two and I know I'd feel better if you stopped there before I get in the cocoon. That is why you invited me over, isn't it?" "OK, let's talk about that. Come, sit," requested Simone and she went and sat on the sofa. The invitation did not seem to be intended for me so I sat in a chair across from the sofa as Penny sat next to Simone. Simone took Penny's hands into hers. "Penny, look, you're my best friend, but I just can't do it. You have brain damage. This won't fix that." "You don't have to fix the damage," Penny said calmly. "Just do the same mental override process that you and Angel are under to me and you can give me commands that will help me overcome all of the random outbursts." Simone put her head down in her hands, avoiding eye contact with Penny. "It doesn't work that way. The damage will still be there, the commands won't override it." "How do you know that?" Penny was starting to get agitated. "Let me ask you a question," Simone said quietly. "Why do you think my husband had his own cocoon at home?" "Because he was a fucking genius who could solve all the world's problems in his sleep. He probably tinkered with stuff like that while everyone else was just sitting at home watching TV!" "Ha, yeah, that's true. His brain never stopped working. But I'm talking about this specific cocoon. Why do you think he had that particular one?" "I know he was working on brain-related activities. He told me he'd made some breakthroughs regarding overriding voluntary brain commands. He never said so directly but I always thought it was in part to help me. And you confirmed downstairs this morning that he'd made the breakthrough!" "Yes, he figured that part out, but in all of the simulations and testing on mice it did nothing for conditions like yours. He was still working on it when he died but he wasn't optimistic. He would go entire nights without sleep because he wanted to help you. He was crestfallen when he found that everything he did wouldn't help you." "Well, couldn't someone else pick up where his research left off?" "No. You've seen what that monstrosity can do! I mean, I love what was done to me, but news of this can't go public. I'm taking a huge risk just trusting you and the girls." "Surely there's someone you can trust? Hell, I can take a look at it?" "Penny, you know I love you, but you're no longer capable of handling this kind of work." "Come on, it's not like I've forgotten everything just because I've been washing hair for a few years!" Simone sighed. "Penny, remember this morning when you were asking me why I couldn't be changed back?" "Yes." "You made no sense at all. I knew what you were trying to ask, but you kept using the wrong words. I'm sorry." Penny was getting agitated. "What are you talking about? I know exactly what I said. I said, um, dammit, I said a lot of things! Be more specific!" She jumped up from the sofa and her face was turning red. Simone sat patiently. "Wait, I said the problem with the stabilization of the cell lining was because of the asparagus bonds!" "You just said 'asparagus bonds'," Simone said quietly. Penny sat down again and appeared to be on the verge of tears. Simone tried to hug her, though their large breasts and difference in heights make it look rather awkward. "I'm so sorry Penny. There's nothing I can do. I've already destroyed all of his notes and once the situation with Angel and me is resolved, I'm going to destroy that thing. I'm never letting anyone else in there." Penny was now crying copious tears into Simone's cleavage. "I understand," Penny sobbed. "I just didn't want to accept it." I looked around to see where the tissues were, figuring it was the least I could do. They were on an end table, beyond the reach of both Simone and Penny, so I stood up and went to get them. Well, actually, I tried to get up. What really happened was that I pushed up on the arms of the chair because it was difficult to use my back muscles in the corset, but I'd forgotten about the six-inch heels I was wearing, so all I really managed to do was tumble forward out of the chair. I ended up on my hands and knees, fortunate I didn't break an ankle, as just as fortunate that I wasn't sitting behind a coffee table. The result of my fall was to make both of the other women break out into laughter. Simone extricated herself from Penny's grasp to help me stand up while Penny remained seated. Once standing, I walked over to the table, got the tissues I'd intended to get, and handed them to Penny, who seemed genuinely appreciative. Sensing the heavy moment of the evening was over, I decided to lighten the mood a bit. "Can I ask a question?" I asked in a manner designed to get their attention. They both looked toward me with open eyes. "Why the hell am I just wearing a corset and panties and these stupid heels when you two are fully dressed? I want out of this thing now!" I'd already tried reaching behind to untie the corset earlier and failed, so I knew I'd need help getting it off. "Here, let me!" Penny chimed in before Simone could say anything. I'd much rather that Simone did it, but Penny quickly got behind me and started unlacing me. She got the job done rather swiftly. When I felt it loosen, Penny tried to take the whole thing off, but I held it against my body out of sheer modesty. I wasn't quite sure why, since I'd been parading topless in front of both of them earlier and had flashed the delivery boy, but I didn't want to be exposed in front of Penny any more. So, holding the corset in front of me I rushed back to the bedroom to change back into the blouse and skirt I'd worn earlier as well as the shorter, far more comfortable shoes. Once I was dressed, I checked myself out in the mirror and fixed my hair then noticed my lipstick was nearly worn off, so I found the one Simone had used on me and reapplied it. It wasn't until I inspected my work in the mirror when I realized what I was doing. I'd done it all practically on instinct. In the back of my mind wondered whether Simone had left some residual mental commands to make me accept my femininity and it worried me. That fear moved quickly to the front of my mind and I froze up. I remembered I'd made peace with my situation and had vowed to make the best of it, and a quick self-inspection shouldn't mean all that much. When I was a guy I'd still check my hair after I got dressed to make sure it hadn't gotten mussed. I knew my appearance was important to Simone, so maybe that's why I took the extra second to check my makeup. Plus, every time I looked in the mirror I saw a ridiculously hot woman, who just happened to be me, and I still can't help but check myself out. Yeah, I was hot and I liked it. So what if checking my makeup every so often was part of the deal? I was fine with it. I went back out to the living and saw that Simone had poured herself the glass of wine that Penny had tried to deny her earlier before the dramatics began. I grabbed mine and sat back in my previous seat, content to the let two old friends talk. They'd pause every so often to fill me in on the background of a person or situation they were discussing, but I didn't insert myself into the conversation much as I was content to just listen in and enjoy the wine. Other than sitting down for meals and all of my beauty treatments, this was my first opportunity to truly relax since this whole adventure began, so I savored it. I was savoring the wine quite a bit actually. I was halfway through my third glass, not counting the one I had with dinner, when it was finally time for Penny to leave. Simone and Penny hugged, and then it was my turn. Recalling the awkward physical encounters we had earlier in the salon, I was initially a little apprehensive. But I think the wine took over, because when it was my turn I decided to give Penny a big dose of what she'd made a bad display of trying to make seem accidental. She moved in close to me with her arms out, but with one arm I pulled her back towards mine and with the other I pulled her head right into my cleavage and held her there tightly. To my surprise, she did not resist at all. In fact, based on the humming noises she was making, Penny was rather enjoying it. That was not my intent, so I pushed her away. "Well, that's as close as you're going to get to fucking me, so enjoy it," I said teasingly. Penny was actually silent for a few seconds and I was afraid I'd offended her. Then without warning she burst into hysterical laughter, so I was off the hook. Or so I thought... She stopped laughing abruptly and said, "We'll see." Then Penny finally left and I shut the door behind her. I was surprised that the door still closed properly after the way Dave had broken it down. All of the damage was on the inside of the doorjamb but at least nothing was visible from the outside. I locked the door behind me, then to check, I tried pulling the door open without using the knob. Unsurprisingly, it pulled open with little effort. I turned around to see Simone watching me. It felt like every time I turned around she was watching me. I couldn't blame her since my eyes were usually fixated on her incredible body whenever she was looking elsewhere. "We should really get that fixed and maybe consider having a security system installed," I said. Simone smacked herself on the head rather hard. "External security system: Activate," she said, looking upwards and intoning clearly enough to be heard by any voice sensor anywhere in the room. "Confirm please," came the computer's bland reply. "Confirmed." "Voice pattern not recognized. Please provide password and security code." "Platypus, four four four two two two." "Password and code accepted. Voice pattern saved. Thank you." Simone was clearly embarrassed. "What do you know? I have a security system!" she said with a same tone of a child caught raiding the cookie jar. "It doesn't work on this door, just the front door at the bottom of the stairs. And sensors in the staircase and private elevator." I was more than a little dumbfounded. "And it was off that day because, why exactly?" If the alarm had been on that night then Dave probably wouldn't have gotten inside and none of the subsequent events would have happened. "I haven't used it in a few years," Simone admitted. "It just became a hassle. I get so many visitors, well, I used to anyway, and so many deliveries that it got annoying. And I've had it for years and it never got set off once so I just kind of forgot about it." I was still speechless and practically slack-jawed. Simone walked over to me and while my mouth was still open, she started giving me one of her long, deep kisses. She took my left hand and pushed it behind my back then repeated the process with my right hand. With both hands behind me, she began unbuttoning my blouse then started kissing me in the valley of my ample cleavage. Simone pushed against me, wedging me against the door with my hands still behind me, then used her hands to free first my left then right breasts from my bra. It was a struggle for her and it wasn't particularly comfortable for me either. She started pinching my right nipple and sucking and nibbling on the left. "Can you ever forgive me?" she asked between nibbles, which was rapidly driving me crazy. Of course I'd forgiven her, though I managed a moment of clarity. I freed my hands and placed one behind the one she was using to play with my nipple and the behind Simone's head, implying she was not to stop. "External security system: Deactivate," I said. This caused Simone to make a questioning noise but I held her firmly in place. I continued to interact with the security system, using the same security codes Simone had used earlier. It was not easy to do with the waves of pleasure passing through my body, as it felt like there was a direct connection between my tits, pussy and even my knees which were about to buckle. Once the system had accepted my voice pattern, I reactivated the alarm. "OK, I forgive you," I said in a fake stern tone. "But I think you need to be punished for your mistake, and for not telling me about inviting Penny to dinner." Simone tried to look up at me when I mentioned punishment but I wouldn't let her budge. "Your punishment is to pleasure me all night until I fall asleep," Upon hearing her punishment, Simone doubled the speed with which she was playing with my tits. She kept up the pace for ten more minutes with me leaning against the door, just enjoying the pleasure and making absolutely no effort to resist. My nipple rings made the whole situation even more erotic. She would flick them with her tongue and twist them and pull them with her fingers. At one point, she managed to push my nipples together despite their size then inserted her pinky between both rings at the same time, holding them together. She would then move her pinky about, forcing both nipples along. It wasn't painless but it was incredibly stimulating. At first, it was a stinging pain but lessened into a sharp throb that enhanced the sensuousness of the entire situation. She eventually pulled her pinky out and my breasts bounced a few times then returned to where gravity wanted them, yet the tingling remained. "Did that feel good?" Simone asked with as much fake innocence as she could muster. "Oh yes. And you'll find out just how good in due time," I replied. "I don't know how yet, but you're going to get your own nipple rings real soon!" "Goodie!" she squealed and returned to her task of pleasuring me. Eventually we moved to the larger of the sofas, undressing each other along the way. I noticed that her panties were thoroughly drenched and I could smell her scent as well. With me laying lengthwise on the sofa, she dangled her breasts over my face just beyond the reach of my tongue while she fingered my pussy. I was quite moist myself which made me think for a second about how the sofa was going to need cleaning considering all of the action it had seen in the last few days. My mind wandered for a moment, wondering whether Collette had a cleaning service or if she cleaned the whole place herself. Simone forced my mouth open with her fingers and forced her nipple in, making me forget entirely about anything to do with cleaning rather quickly. Simone positioned of my own nipples into my mouth to join hers, then took one of my hands and put it on the breast for me to hold it in place. She put my other hand on my pussy and started moving it back and forth. Essentially, she was telling me to keep masturbating myself. I didn't know what she had in mind but I followed her silent directions. She got up, leaving me with only my own nipple to suck on, and walked over to where all of the packages had been stacked. (It must be nice to shop without having to consider the price, I thought to myself.) She rummaged through the boxes until she found the one she must have been looking for then began opening it. Packing material flew wildly out of the box but I could not see what was inside nor where the box was from. "Found it!" Simone called. "You stay put and stay hot!" I could see her headed to the kitchen with the mystery box. Once she was out of sight, I could hear the water running while I obediently continued playing with myself. When she returned to my field of vision, she was holding whatever the surprise was behind her back. "OK, gorgeous, get up and head for the bed," Simone commanded sweetly. I got up and she followed. "Lay down on your back, middle of the bed, and you'll probably want a pillow, oh, and keep your eyes closed for a moment, please." I complied. I could hear her opening the nightstand drawer and dropping a few things in it. She straddled me, lowering her wet pussy onto my face then she bent forward towards mine. I thought she was moving towards a 69 position, but instead of feeling her tongue on my slit, I felt something cold and slightly bumpy moving slowly against me. Whatever it was, it slid back and forth easily because of my wetness and it felt great. Then, without warning, it started to hum and vibrate, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing in speed. My pleasure increased at the same rate as the toy. I could no longer hear the humming over our combined moans of delight while I continued eating her out. Simone continued moving the toy back and forth over all of my sensitive parts when suddenly she inserted into my hole and held it there while my hips started buckling. Then to compund the joy she started moving it in and out repeatedly. I was being pleasured by a vibrating dildo and loving it. The pressure inside me continued to build until I started squirting juices uncontrollably. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked. With my face still buried in her pussy, all I could do was grunt an "mmm-hmmm" kind of noise. However, that wouldn't be a problem any longer as she pulled the vibrator out of me and stood up beside the bed. I finally got to see the shiny blue vibrator she'd been using on me. It looked to be about eight inches long with small bumps all along the length, though there was no penis-like head. "Well, you're not asleep yet, so I guess have to keep pleasuring you!" Simone said with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. She opened a drawer and took out some kind of strappy leather item. She rotated it a few times as if trying to tell top from bottom. She then put one leg through each of the holes and pulled them up as if they were panties. She tightened the strap so where the straps first hung loosely they were now taut against her skin. There was a metallic circular ring in front. She attached the vibrator to the ring so that it stuck out from her like a penis. Moving quickly now, she went to the foot of the bed and hopped on top, impaling me with the dildo. She thrust her hips in and out with gusto as the dildo vibrated continuously. I knew the time was going to come when I'd be fucked like this, I just didn't expect it to feel this incredible. Granted, this wasn't the real thing and it was something that, after Dave literally raped me, I didn't think I wanted to experience again. But I doubted I'd have an issue if Simone ever used the artificial penis on me because first, I knew it wasn't real and second, I trusted Simone to never make me do anything I didn't want to. It was an amazing experience. With me on my back and legs up in the air, Simone had grabbed my hips to make the thrusting even more powerful. Her giant tits bounced wildly. My hands were free though, so I held my own tits in place, which I accomplished by sticking a finger inside each ring as Simone had done. She had a wide smile on her face when she saw me do that. I was spurting again and utterly soaking the bed. Once it seemed like there was no moisture left in my body, Simone stopped, pulled out, laid down next to me and gave me some big wet sloppy kisses. "Here, I think you need this," she said, and reached into the nightstand drawer where she'd stashed a couple bottles of water, apparently at the same time she went to the kitchen, which I now knew was to wash off the dildo before it's first use. It was certainly very cold and refreshing. I teased Simone by touching the bottle to her nipple, which made her jump back. "So, sweetie, you look tired. Are you about to fall asleep and end my punishment?" "Well, I am truly exhausted. But I think it might be a few minutes until I'm ready for sleep." "Well, if you're not going to sleep then my punishment isn't over," Simone said, and followed that with a "Yay!" Both our bottles of water were empty so she tossed them aside. It's always nice to see someone excited about being punished. I expected she would just keep playing with my nipples or fingering me for a few minutes. What she did instead surprised the hell out of me. Simone did the last thing I would have expected her to do: She removed the dildo and the harness and lowered her pussy over mine for me to start eating her again. So far, so good. Then she leaned forward and started eating me out again in the 69 position. She knew it was going to trigger her compulsion for sucking cock the moment her tongue touched my slit, but she did it so quickly and without reservation, that I knew it was what she wanted. We ate each other out for several minutes though Simone would stop every so often before resuming. After all of the activity of the evening I didn't think I had any more orgasms left in me, though just when I thought I was getting close to another Simone jumped off me once again and headed for the nightstand. I was expecting the artificial penis the size of a small baseball bat we'd used that prior night, but instead she took one out of the drawer that was a smaller, more realistic size. Moving with a speed I couldn't have matched even if I wanted to at that moment, she stuck the mechanical part of the dick inside my vagina and waited impatiently for the ten seconds it took for it to attach itself to me. Once more my mind got a little fuzzy and when it cleared up it felt like I was a man again. I didn't get a decent view of the size of the fully erect penis because from the time it was attached and flaccid, it was engulfed in Simone's mouth. She was attacking it voraciously as if I was going to spurt the antidote to some poison she'd just ingested. The penis itself actually looked what I'd consider average in the average range. It was maybe an inch longer than my original part with more circumference. I'd never have expected Simone to be able to slide it all the way down her throat, but when she did, it was amazing. Simone was using her tongue to perfection, wrapping it around me and sliding it back and forth. A few times, she'd concentrate on the head while stroking the shaft with her hand. Despite this penis being more reasonably sized, in my head the strength or the sensation was little different than the elephant trunk. I could feel the pressure to climax building as well as the ability to delay it. If felt so good that I wanted to extend it as long as I could, but that wouldn't be fair to Simone, so I let it progress without interference. The sensors in the detachable penis could certainly judge the energy Simone was putting in her efforts and it wasn't long until I was ready to cum. I let Simone know I was close so she could position herself accordingly. I didn't know if she wanted to take it directly in the mouth, on the face, on her tits or to aim it back towards my face, and I didn't care. It was her decision all the way. For anyone who bet on her tits, you may collect your winning at the window. She used both hands and spread the faux-sperm all over her giant globes as if it were some kind of creamy moisturizer. It still had that sweet strawberry scent as well. I recalled that the women in that initial porn flick we'd watched had done the same thing and Simone was just imitating what she'd seen, so once again I realized how lucky I was that I could have randomly have picked something with bondage and pain or even just unattractive women. I was going to have to make Simone promise me she'd never watch any more porn without me and I'd have to review it all first. Once she was done coating herself, her mouth returned to my dick to clean it off, ensuring there was not a single drop of wasted cum anywhere. She scooted up towards me, put her hands flat on the bed on either side of my head and then started swaying side to side, dangling her tits over mine. I held mine up to ensure we made nipple-to-nipple contact. Simone leaned in to kiss me and as she did last time she swirled the cum she'd saved on her tongue into my mouth. "Yummy," she purred. "You make the best cum, Angel!" "Well, thank you, but I can't take all the credit," I said dryly, but with a smile on my face. "So, are you sleepy yet?" I didn't know how far Simone was willing to play this game. If I told her I was sleepy, she'd stop and I was curious to see what she'd do next. "I'm getting there, but I think I still have some energy left..." The smile on Simone's face grew even larger. "You asked for it, lover!" Somehow, still on top of me with amazing balance, she resumed kissing me, supported herself with one hand and started massaging my dick again with the other. I responded and grew rock hard almost immediately. She pulled harder and harder yet she made faces and noises as if she were stroking herself, but she was really getting off on jerking me off. The jerking stopped without warning but she kept her hand wrapped around the base of my cock. She pulled her face away from mine and moved back down the bed. I could feel something warm and wet against the tip of my dick. It never occurred to me that she'd want me to penetrate her, but I figured it would have happened at some point. Moreover, it felt fantastic. She was so wet that I could hear the sound of moisture as her pussy made contact with the dick. Simone was moving the dick all around her pussy, using it to stimulate herself without actually inserting it, but that didn't last long. With one furious thrust, she impaled herself onto my pole. The feeling of being completely engulfed in her pussy was amazing, just a total surrounding and pulsing warmth. Even inside her pussy, I could feel her manipulating muscles to massage my dick. I didn't know women could do that, unless he'd somehow custom designed her body with special muscles that ordinary women didn't have. The faces she made while trying to control those muscles were both amusing and erotic, mostly erotic. She was still on her knees but she raised herself up so that I was looking upwards at her giant tits. I reached up to play with them but she took my hands and placed them on my own tits. Following the wordless instruction, I once again stuck a finger in each nipple ring and enjoyed the sensation of pulling, pinching and twisting. From her knees, Simone began gyrating on top of me, going back, forth and sideways, while managing to keep up the squeezing. There was no in and out thrusting, just total envelopment and motion. With my knees up, I tried moving my hips in harmony with her motion but she told me to stop and let her do all the work. After a few moments, she leaned forward again and moved forward slowly from her hips, almost completely off my cock but keeping the tip in. The sensation of cold air felt great, then it was gone as she lowered herself back on to me. She repeated the motion faster, then faster again, until she was fucking me with her vagina and I was in heaven again. I must have been seeing stars because I felt something different, kind of an awkward jerk to the left, but did not see that Simone had begun to shift her support from her knees to her feet. She managed to do all of that without my dick once exiting her pussy. Once she was on both feet with her knees pointing towards me, she started bouncing up and down on my cock, and this time I was in super heaven. I don't know Simone managed to keep her balance the way her heavy breasts were flailing in every direction. She would slam down hard, taking the entire length of the penis in her canal, then raise herself up using those strong, shapely legs. She even managed to orgasm without stopping. The pressure in my cock built up quickly to a stronger pressure than I'd ever felt from it before. Once again, I was able to manipulate my vaginal muscles to hold back my eventual ejaculation. Despite the dick not being real, it did reach a point where it would no longer let me hold back, but this time I could feel a way to control how much cum it would produce. Once Simone had her third orgasm and the sheets below me had a wet spot of about half an acre, it was time for me to finish. I arched my back up when Simone was at the apex of her thrusting, lifting hips high and preventing her from going any higher or lower. I released the hold I had on the torrent of cum then shot as much as I could, as hard as I could. I erupted with what felt like the pressure of a firehose. Simone screamed with passion and bounced a few more times. I could feel the cum oozing down the length of the dick, mixing with her juices and acting like a lubricant. More of it was dripping out of her pussy and onto my crotch. I didn't realize I'd propped myself up on my elbows, but I could no longer hold myself up, and just fell back completely out of sheer exhaustion. Simone fell forward as well, our tits colliding and her face stopping only a few inches from mine. We each moved towards each other and we enjoyed one of the longest kisses in recorded history. During the kiss, the dick shrank to its normal non-erect size and as it did, it made a popping sound when it exited Simone's vagina and even more of our combined fluids leaked out. While it felt like we'd been at it for hours, it was probably only fifteen minutes. Simone climbed off me and laid down flat on the bed right next to me and we both stared at the ceiling. Our breathing was finally slowing down and I could feel my heart rate returning to normal instead of the machine gun pace it had been maintaining for those fifteen minutes. I allowed myself a moment to truly appreciate just how healthy this body was compared to my old one and made myself a promise that once I was me again I was going to take much better care of myself. Strangely, Simone seemed almost completely recovered from our activity, while I still had to regulate my breathing. I guess she'd designed her body with more strength and stamina than mine. "Darling," Simone purred. "Would you mind getting us some more water? I could really use some and I know you absolutely need it." "Anything for you," I replied. Somehow, I found the strength to get off the bed. I marveled at the size of the wet spot we'd created, realizing all of that moisture had come out of our bodies. I figured I'd better grab four bottles of water instead of two. It occurred to me that after the blowjob she gave me, she managed to lead the intercourse without once looking at the dick. I didn't want Simone's compulsion to kick in again without her consent, so I bent down toward the floor, out of her view and slipped on the skirt I'd worn earlier to keep the dick covered. When I returned with the water, I saw that Simone had sat upright with her knees to her check and pulled a sheet up to her neck. I sat next to her and handed her a bottle, opened one for myself and put the other two on the nightstand. We both watched each other sipping our water, neither of us coming up for air. As we kept going and noticing each other, we both started drinking faster, making it a race to see who could finish first. To my dismay, I lost by a few seconds, but the water felt great regardless. Simone grabbed the empty bottle from my hand and tossed both aside. The floor was becoming littered with clothes and bottles. "So, you're looking kind of sleepy," Simone whispered while rolling a finger around one of my nipples and flicking the ring. "Is my punishment over yet?" "I'm not sure. You were a bad girl today. Do you think you've learned your lesson?" "Hmmm, let me think about it," she said, then looked toward the ceiling in fake thought for a few seconds. "Nope, I've decided I'm just a bad girl. A very, very naughty girl. A very naughtly, dirty girl!" "Oh, really?" I asked. I was also getting very excited as the prospect. "Really," she concurred. "How naughty?" "Do you want me to show you?" "Hell yes!" I was game for anything at this point and knew that she would not disappoint. "Bring it on!" "Ok, you asked for it!" she said with ferocious excitement. "Detach that dick you're wearing then take the skirt off." I stood up and reached down below the skirt under the fake balls and right at the base I felt a little nub. I wasn't sure exactly what I needed to do, so I pinched it, pulled it, pushed it and twisted it until I felt it detach. I held it with one hand and unbuttoned the skirt with the other so I could keep the dick inside the skirt without Simone seeing it then tossed them both by the side of the bed. "Good job," Simone said. "Now move back a few steps and close your eyes." I complied again. I was standing there naked, my arms by my side and my pussy literally dripping with anticipation. I heard Simone get out of bed and I could sense she was standing right in front of me. That was confirmed when our nipples touched and Simone continued to press our bodies closer together. Because we both had such large breasts, while we were both standing upright, she had to put her arms behind my shoulders to pull me closer. "Open your eyes," she said, so I did. She was staring back at me with her beautiful eyes, her makeup only slightly smudged and her hair mussed but still sexy. I imagined I was looking no different. Simone then reached behind my waist and pulled me towards her. I felt something against my stomach between us. As our bellies pressed together, I realized it went from below my navel to below my tits. It was warm and soft, not like the strap-on she'd used on me earlier. Well, I knew this moment would come. Simone had attached her own artificial penis and wanted to use it on me. I looked her in the eye and her wordless expression asked if I was OK with what she'd done. She was giving me an out if I wanted it. Everything that had gone on in the last few days came back to me all at once: I was a girl, but I wasn't really a girl. This was a job. I could enjoy being a woman since I will get to go back to being a man soon enough. Was Simone any less a woman if she was wearing the dick? Did it change her at all? I was living in luxury. Sex as a woman had been incredible so far and when I used the artificial dick, I could still feel like a man. I got a quick shiver when I thought back to when Dave forced me to suck him off and fucked me. I really liked being gorgeous. Simone was gorgeous. Simone was an amazing, generous woman. We were both victims. If I went through with this, would it make me any less who I am? I looked back into Simone's eyes and smiled. She smiled a sweet smile back at me. I put my hands on either side of her head and gave her a gentle kiss. I let go and dropped to my knees. I was looking directly at her erect penis, which was pointing directly upward. I took a deep breath. I took the dick in my hand and lowered it to my face. I opened my mouth and put my lips around the tip... To be continued... Coming up in Cocooned: How does Angel handle giving her first voluntary blowjob? Does it go any further? How does the next day at work go? Does Simone need to hire a maid? Could the restaurant delivery boy be falling for Angel? And what was with those random numbers Simone asked for at the end of chapter 7? Plus, I've come up with a great idea for a new story featuring some of the supporting characters that I'll start writing if I ever finish this one, so be on the looking for "Another Cocooned Story", coming to Fictionmania around August 2019...