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This story was written from the idea I had about taking TG to an extreme. While it does have what some would call "odd" changes, it's really a character story and, in the end, a love story (sorta). Please give me any comments you may have, as I'm still learning how to draw out character growth. Thank you for your interest. You're Such A Pussy! by Boredsitting Day 1 - Moving Day Starting my senior year in college should be a breeze. Finally, I can see the end, the light at the end of the tunnel. Right? So, why in the hell do I have to share a room with this gay guy? Geez, I'm a senior now, why in the hell do I have to room with anyone, much less have that person randomly picked for me? At least my best friend, Dick, is across the hallway. That's something, right? How do I know that he's gay? Geez, you couldn't get any gayer. Look at him! He's floating around the apartment all lit up like this is the best day he's had. His shirt is ripped down the front (on purpose?) exposing his skinny, hairless chest and his arms are flouncing around wildly as he walks. Good lord, this is going to be a struggle. "There you are, Felix. Man, I gotta warn you about my roommate. He's such a fag!" my best friend calls out while sticking his head into the doorway of our new, unfurnished room. His face freezes in shock as he realizes that I'm not alone in the room. I'd say he can be a dick sometimes, but his parents actually named him that...Dick. Really. "Dude, don't be such a dick!" I reply motioning my head towards my newly-discovered roommate. My roommate turns around scowling at both of us. "His name is Eric, and he's a great guy," my now-upset roommate spits dramatically. "How do you..." I begin to ask. "I found out our paperwork got switched this morning. He was supposed to be my roommate, and this...dick, seems to have been yours," he answers cutting me off. "Oh," I say sorting through all of the paperwork that would be required to make a change in roommates in my head. Schools, like government, can be a chaotic mess of paperwork and regulations. Sometimes I wonder if we learn more about dealing with the powers-that-be than our actual majors while at school. "Look, I'm sorry he said that. He can be rude sometimes. I'm Felix, and it looks like we're stuck together for now," I offer my hand. "What the hell, dude?! Don't be such a pussy. Let's go down to the residency office and make the change," Dick barks at me. "For what? You know that they'll just have us fill out a hundred forms then put us on a waiting list for the next semester. What's done is done. Let's just deal with what we have now and appreciate that we're neighbors," but I know that I'm just talking to a wall. Logic doesn't really suit my friend. He's fun to play with, but he has a penchant for getting us into trouble by not thinking through things before acting. "Whatever, brah! At least your roommate doesn't look like he can rape you in the middle of the night. Enjoy your time with fag-boy," he sneers as I see his head leave the doorway. "Like I said, stop being a dick and deal with it!" I shout down the hallway. "Pussy!" his voice echoes down the hall. "Look, I'm sorry about that. He really is a great guy even though I know you don't believe me right now," I apologize. "Johnelle," he says with a lisp, "My name is Johnelle," he states while extending his hand. "And don't worry too much about that dick. It just so happens that we both have a dick that we like." I blanche a little at his forwardness, but chuckle a little at the pun. "It looks like we ARE stuck with each other, so let's just enjoy it. Anyway, like you, I have a dick I need to tame as well. Oh Eric!" he calls out while floating out of the dorm arms out to his side. "We need to talk about your little dick!" Feeling the weight of the situation, I breathe in deeply and sigh allowing some of the tension to flow out. Senior year. What a blast! After a couple of hours of unloading the boxes transporting my belongings, my new roommate crashes into the room half lit but still very animated. "C'mon, I need to show you sh-umpthing," he states drunkenly and holds out his hand. I hesitate staring at it like there's a trap or a joke that I'm not getting. "C'mon, sthilly! Follow me to your friend's room. We 'ave somethin' for you." I could use a break from unpacking, so I shrug my shoulders and stand up with a grunt. We walk with him leading two doors down to Dick's room. I didn't take the time to talk to him any today other than his callous visit to my room, so this is the first time I've gotten to see it. Structurally, it looks the same as mine, but it's a little more in disarray. Johnelle never returned to our dorm from earlier, so only half of our room is furnished. Out of respect, I left his side untouched. "So I guess he roped you into this, too," Dick remarks as we enter. "Eric and I would like to have a smooth and easy year, and we understand that you two may not be happy with the mix-up. It's okay. We're not fond of it either. So, we propose toast," the large, burly guy that I assume is both Dick's roommate and Johnelle's boyfriend states rather diplomatically. "Look, we don't have to do all of this. I'm okay with..." I offer before being cut off. "We insisth," Johnelle blurts out drunkenly. "Here!" he almost shouts unable to control his voice level as he pushes a red plastic cup in my hands rather crudely. "We're all gonna have a drink, and we're all gonna get to know eath other better. Besides, Felix, you may be a pussy, but I want you to be my pussy." I hold the cup unable to compute what he just said. What does that even mean? Geez, I'm going to be stuck with a drunk gay guy all year. Eric gives Dick a similar cup, "And you're a dick!" My friend's face reddens, but he doesn't say anything probably out of respect for the size difference between the two. Our heads all look upwards to him. "Now drink!" Johnelle orders. I look at Dick and shrug my shoulders. I've never been one for social parties, but this is definitely the weirdest welcoming party I've ever heard of. He looks back at me with a mix of anger and trepidation. He really is afraid of his roommate. I bring my cup to my lips and after a half-second hesitation my friends do as well. Inside, the red drink almost smells like a red wine but with a bitter...something. "C'mon, roomie. Down the hatch!" my roommate taunts. With a sigh, I bring the cup up and swallow the entire drink in one go. Dick does the same, but begins to cough. He gets it down, but it looks like it wasn't easy. "Yay!" Johnelle cries out with a high-pitched feminine wail. "Now, back to work, pusthy. You need to finish getting my dorm ready," he commands while literally pushing me out into the hallway. Still a little confused, and surprisingly buzzed already, I shamble back to my room and continue to unpack. As I walk into the room, the stack of boxes on his side seem to become an unignorable sight and begin to bring them out in an effort to help unpack. Maybe it'll help restart our relationship after the rough go-around this afternoon. Day 2 - Discovery It's sometimes hard to decipher dreams. They say that it's just the brain sorting through thoughts and memories as it decides to keep those that it wants and lose the rest. The weird thing is that you'd think you could control what it keeps. After all, it YOUR brain, right? This roommate situation must have short circuited my brain, because my dreams were so homoerotic. I've never had any inkling to do the things in my dreams last night. Strangely though, I'm not at all grossed out about it. It wasn't a bad dream. Hell, it even felt like I had some say in what happened. I felt like I could make a decision freely about trying things that couldn't do or was afraid to make before then. It felt so freeing, so liberating. But every choice I made ended up with me pleasuring men. No, not just pleasuring them. I was a total cock whore taking every cock in sight into my mouth. I couldn't get enough. Weird. "Wake up, sleepy head!" a feminine voice calls out. At first my sleepy mind thinks that it's my mother, but logic begins to intrude and reality begins to set in. "Hurry up, you're gonna be late for class!" Sleepily, I open my eyes to glance at the alarm cock...I mean clock. 6:10 am. The alarm hasn't gone off, yet. Angrily I start to turn over to go back to sleep for what could be the most important 15 minutes of sleep in my life, but something takes my attention. Sitting up on the bed, my very feminine roommate is completely nude and staring at me. At least I think he is. All I can focus on is his semi-erect penis pointing out from between his legs. Suddenly, all of those feelings of being free to choose to enjoy a good cock spring forth from the dream, and I'm left in a trance staring at his penis. There's nothing stopping me from just walking over, no crawling over, and taking his rod into my mouth. It's like there's an impetus, a command, telling me that it's what I need and desire. It's asking me how good it would feel to just remove all of my baggage and pleasure that hardened cock. What the hell?! Shit, I need to get out of here before I go gay myself. Did I really just consider blowing him? Get it together, Felix. "It looks like I'm not the only one with cock on the mind. Face it, you and I are the same person, roomie. Just admit that you are my pussy," he teases laughing dramatically while he stands up, covers himself with a towel, and announces that he's taking a shower. "Whatever, just hurry up and cover yourself. Show some decency," I charge back at him. As he walks away, I subconsciously steal a last peek at his junk, but am rewarded with only a shot of his butt crack which I'm not in the least interested in. Crap! I did it again. As the day dredged on, I caught myself peeking at guys' crotches wondering what they looked like. A couple of times, I even imagined myself on my knees opening his pants. Is it possible that living with a gay guy can make me gay? Surely not, but I've lived one homoerotic fantasy after another all day. Amazingly, I was actually exhausted not from the mental exertion of the classes but from the never-ending fantasies playing through my mind when I arrived back at the dorm. Thankfully, it was empty as was Dick's room. For the time being, I just want some down time to try to escape from the mental assault. Cracking open my laptop on the built-in desk, I settle in for the best idea I've had all day. Porn. Not even worrying about the campus internet watchdogs or even my roommate's eventual return, I pull my pants and underwear down my legs and settle in to my favorite sites. See there, Felix? You're not gay. That blonde girl looks totally hot bouncing up and down on that hardened, slick tool. Gosh, she's so tiny, and that cock is so large. I bet it's stretching her. I'm sure it burned when it entered. But she's in so much bliss right now, though. Whatever she felt at the beginning she's surely enjoying it now. That's how it is? She just takes the whole thing in one go? Is that even possible without some pain? Oh, she looks like she's enjoying that thick, veiny cock. I wonder what it feels like? It's so hard and intense looking. Would it be completely hard, or would there be some softness to balance out? A warm, wet sensation drips onto my arm, and I realize that I'm drooling. I'm actually drooling over some guy's cock. Sheez, I can't escape this anywhere. Okay, next site. Ah, a whole bunch of girls showing off their privates in selfie shots. No guys. No dicks. That's much better, except that I'm not staying hard. Actually, it's kind of boring. So what? You have a pussy and boobs. Well, then. What do I do? Maybe it's just nerves or the stress from the new semester. Why would I ever think that I was gay? It's not really gay if you're just looking at the dick, is it? Homosexuality comes when you have romantic feelings for men, but I just can't seem to get dicks out of my head. Does that make me gay? It's not like I want to date one. Hell, I can't even stand my roommate. There! It's settled. Now to test it. I'll just click on this link here...and I'm actually doing it. Type the word "cum" into the search bar...and... Oh, my god! I just did it. I just did it! I'm looking at gay porn. No. No, it's not. I'm just appreciating their big, strong manhoods. Geez, how do they get that big? Now that I have a chance to see one, it doesn't seem too bad. I mean, I see mine all the time. Does that make ME gay? No. It's actually a pretty thing when looked at in the right light. I can appreciate one without anyone calling me a fag. I'm not a fag, I just appreciate a good, hard cock. Look at it! It's so strong and powerful. Beautiful even. Anyone can appreciate that. Mm, and it's working my dick back to erection. Okay, I'll stroke to this cock this one time. No one will know. But, I'm going back to pussy tomorrow. As the pleasure of masturbating sends tingles all over, I notice that I can't seem to keep my mouth closed. It's not an issue really, but it's just weird. No, not weird. What if I could pleasure that cock with my mouth? That would be pretty cool. It would feel both hard and soft at the same time. I wonder if I could take its entire length? Oh, I could hear him moan and feel him squirm as I massage him with my mouth. "Wow that was fast!" the familiar feminine voice calls out from behind causing me to jump and attempt to change the screen. "It looks like I'm going to get my Christmas present early this year." "Um, it's...it's not what you think," I stammer trying to pull my pants back up while trying to formulate an excuse as to why there's an erect cock on my screen. Neither of them is working. For some reason, my mouth has gotten weak or something, because it feels like it's full of cotton and it's difficult to close. "Relax, I'm not upset. I'd probably get off a little to that cock, too. You just have good taste," his attempt to minimize the embarrassment is having the opposite effect. If anything, I'm even more embarrassed. "It was a fluke, okay! You just caught me mid click," I bark back still finding it difficult to use my mouth properly. "Really, it's okay. I'm not upset. I think it just means that you and I really are more alike than you believe. It's not a bad thing," his supporting voice has lost any of the annoying falsetto that I got sick of last night. "Whatever. Tell anyone, and I'll beat the shit out of you," I threaten, but deep down I'm starting to believe him. "Look, I'm about to take a shower," Johnelle states matter-of-factly allowing the awkwardness of the earlier interruption to pass, "wanna come?" I scoff and lay down still tingling from the near orgasm. My mouth has returned to being able to close again. I may need to see the doctor if it happens again. Behind me the tale-tell rustling of clothes and buttons signal that he's taking his clothes off. A part of me is still upset that he'd just walk in, but another side is curious about what he looks like under those pants. He's kind of tall and skinny, so would that mean he'd be long? Oh man, I hope I'm not smaller than him. Curiosity wins as I turn over in what I hope he thinks is just be wanting to talk to him. However, my eyes betray my lie as they zero in on the long, shaved penis hanging down between his legs. It's not overly big, about the same size as me, but it seems thinner. Maybe it's the circumcised head and lack of pubic hair. "Um, we need to come up with a system in case this happens again," I say in an attempt to justify my staring at him nude. As he sits down on the bed, I can make out every jiggle and undulation of his penis returning me to my previous intoxication with cocks that I was swimming in before being interrupted. It's like just its presence is enough to make me this way...with cocks. I so desperately want to give in and put it into my mouth. It's more beautiful than those online. Maybe it's just that it's real, but I'm compelled to touch and caress it. Like in the dream my confidence is growing, and those feelings of freedom and openness are beginning to remove my lifelong trepidations about looking at other guys' junk. Not only is it all I want to do, it's what I should have been doing this whole time. "I'm not going to tell you again, I don't mind..." I stop listening to him. What he's saying isn't important right now anyway. What's important is that I gather the courage to crawl over there and take care of that cock. It's like the dream all over again. I just need to be brave enough to set out for what I want and not worry about what others think. If I want that cock, then I should just say so. What's the harm in that? It's all I can think of. It's all I want to be. I want that cock inside of me. Why is my pillow wet? "Oh, for God's sake! Will you just come over here and fuck me already!" he blasts awakening me from my daydream. "C'mon. You've been cock dumb ever since I came in. Look, you're drooling on your pillow, even. Just come over here and get it out of your system," Johnelle commands. As if he'd just removed a two-ton ball and chain from my neck, I feel like I could do anything. I'm so empowered. I feel so free. With nothing left to keep me from acting against my desires, I stumble out of the bed towards him and literally fall upon his tool. My hands grip and stroke as my mouth hungrily moves atop of his head. "Oh, wow! You're gonna get me into a lot of trouble being so cock hungry," he chuckles ending with a deep moan. "Such a good little pussy." A moan escapes my throat as his tip enters my awaiting, moist mouth. His flavor instantly permeates each inch while my lips savor the fleshy hardness of his shaft. His pleasure makes itself known as the vibrations of his moans travel from his manhood to my wet canal. I have to have more inside, so my neck presses downward taking his bulbous, spongy head completely through my tight lips. Steadily I push more of him into my mouth before rising up coaxing as much pleasure out of his shaft as possible. With each stroke a ring of moisture shows the progress to my goal located at the base. He's not any bigger than most guys, but it's still enough flesh to completely fill my mouth. Every bump and knot rubs against the walls of my mouth acting as a calming blanket on my previously conflicted mind. This is where I belong. This is my new normal. "You feel so good doing that. Don't stop. Mm, you're gonna love being a pussy. I can already tell." His compliments make me feel good about this. It's as if I had just taken a big turn in my life and he's there cheering me on. I never knew that you can develop so much saliva while giving head. It's literally pouring out of my mouth as he slides out. In my life, I can't recall making this much spit. But, it's not really spit, is it? It's thicker. Maybe my mind is playing tricks. Just like how I can't move my lower jaw again. It's slacking open on its own like earlier. My whole mouth and throat seem to feel the effects as the only motions that I can consciously make are flexes within. But it fits so supremely around my prize. If I wasn't on such a high, I'd probably go have it checked out. Maybe later. I'm having too much fun, and this cock isn't going to suck itself. With all of my effort, I slam my mouth down on his turgid pole reeling in the pleasure that it brings me. The nerves of my mouth seem extra sensitive to the shaft's texture as if it had softened enough to grip it tightly all around. Each time I reach the base my mouth slaps his torso filling my head with his manhood. I moan and grunt exerting as much effort as I can. "Good pussy. Now, you're gonna love this next part. I'm gonna give you what you've been craving," the disembodied voice above me huff and puffs as strong hands wrap around the back of my head forcing it down harder and faster than I could do myself. Inside, I'm happy that he's enjoying this, and I'm thrilled that I've found my place. If my mouth would work the way it's supposed to I'd be smiling. His rigid manpole in my mouth is beginning to pulse and stiffen, and he grunts loud enough to announce to the whole floor what's happening. As it crescendos, his cock spasms filling my mouth with a new flavor and texture. It sticks to the walls of my mouth in slimy strings that infuse every nook with its pungent essence. Two, now three more strong pushes from the hips below signal that he's finished. Satisfied, I fall back slack jawed with an ivory-colored string of gism desperately clinging acting as a bridge between us. We both pant staring at our slick, sweaty bodies. I try to speak, but my mouth parts are not working at all. Maybe it's from the exertion. I'm not sure, but for the life of me I can't close it and there's a solid string of drool and semen pouring from it. Satisfied. Converted. Day 3 - Ch- Ch- Changes Unlike the dreams from last night, there's no concern about whether I should seek out men. That's now a given. I'm now looking for the perfect specimen of cock. Man after man would come by and I'd put his cock into my mouth. Some of them would slide so far back that I could feel it bend downwards. Oh, those were the best. I need them now. I was born to take them. It's imperative that I find one. On cue, my eyes open widely just as the sun's orange rays hits my wall. Those desires within my dream last night, they didn't leave. I still need to find a cock. The drive is surprising - demanding even. It's not like I asked for this roommate, but ever since he's here I can't shake the idea that I'm gay, too. It's never been a desire before, but now it's all encompassing. It's as if my life has been set right. There's a new freedom that I only experienced in those first dreams. It's the freedom to enjoy men, and more importantly, their prize between the legs. All of this sexual action and excitement is wonderful and all, but my own penis isn't quite as engaged as my mind and mouth are. It's strangely soft and unimportant. In fact, I don't think that I gave any attention to it yesterday other than the porn from the computer. After that...meh. I glance over to Johnelle. He has one. He'll do. My brain isn't even trying to correct my actions anymore. It's given up trying to suppress my feelings and desires. It's just on autopilot. As if I'd done this many times before, my body crawls over to the sleeping man and unceremoniously pulls the covers from his body revealing a flaccid penis squished between his thin thighs. It's smaller than yesterday it seems, or maybe that's just due to its relaxed state. His hips seem a little more pronounced as well. My hand scoops down and grips the tube of soft flesh and begins to pump. His manhood forms between my tightened fingers as if it was putty. As it hardens, I drop to bring my mouth around the entire length pressing against the base. My tongue teases and flicks while my jaw rolls it back and forth inside my mouth. Every moment it hardens a little forcing me to accept more and more into the back of my mouth and throat surprising me that I'm not gagging any. Tease-by-tease, my mouth and tongue begin to lose their strength again like last night. Within moments, my mouth is returned to its passive orifice state - a sleeve. It's not a problem, though. If this is what I have to do to get my treat, then I'll have to endure. In fact, it's actually a little exciting. I mean, it's like my entire mouth is now designed to please cocks - and it feels good. "Oh, you are a hungry one, aren't you?" Johnelle's sleepy, feminine voice sings down to me. "You're coming along nicely," he coos as his hand reaches the back of my head and begins to force me down onto his magnificent pole. There's no resistance when he reaches deep inside. It just continues downward as if my throat has taken on the same sleeve- like shape as my mouth. His hand pulls back up by my hair only to slam me back down. It's so fulfilling to have him inside of me so deeply. It's as if my entire head is stuffed with him. Tee hee, I have cock on the brain! After a couple of thrusts, I notice a unique feeling. Usually, when I jack off I can feel a bubble of pleasure and excitement build and grow behind my balls. It's that feeling that brings me back to pleasuring myself again and again. It's the start of an orgasm. Everyone knows it. Everyone has felt it. However, it's starting again but in the wrong place. The center of my orgasm isn't building within my balls or hips this time. In fact, my own manhood is quite silent, limp. The bubble is forming in my throat. It swells with each filling pump of his cock. I'm getting off on this! He's making me cum by fucking my throat. The pressure is filling my neck and head stiffening it and sending blood rushing past my ears in a roar punctuated by each rapid heart beat. Thump! Thump! No sound other than the squish of frantic sex escapes my mouth. No hoarse breaths. No moans of pleasure. The bubble expands beyond my head and throat to my arms and legs shocking them into frenzied convulsions. They jerk and flail, and my eyes, reeling from the rush of endorphins in my head, roll back as I give myself to his fucking allowing him complete access to the deepest reaches of my throat. My eyesight frosts over as the white lightning of my orgasm overtakes my body and sends it into convulsions. It's at this moment that I realize that I haven't physically used any part of my body since he began fucking me. Yes. Coming to, my face is chilled by the drying fluids from our fucking. A constant stream leaks out of the corner of my mouth, across my cheek, and onto the floor I'm lying on. Tingles of electricity jump and shoot across my nerves. My eyes glance around from the floor to see my new lover's leg stepping over me and out the door just in time for a sudden cough to shatter my dreamy state. A spray of saliva, semen, and ?? spread out covering the edge of the bed and joining the growing pool that my head is lying in. I turn over, and the closet mirror reflects my face back to me. It looks odd with a slack jaw and glazed eyes. The actual opening of my mouth seems to be a little smaller than it usually is, and I can't open it enough to see my teeth. Actually, it IS open, but I still can't see any teeth. Strangely, my visage doesn't scare me. It should. There's something definitely wrong with my jaw. Is it broken? That would hurt, wouldn't it? No. It's not hurting. It's buzzing like a swarm of bees, but it's not broken. See? I can move it a little. Groggily, I struggle to sit up. As I do, a stream of juices drain from my mouth again with a plop into the puddle. My hand reaches over to the chair, and I use it as a crutch for me to stand up. As I do, I think for a second that the chair is bigger than I remember. Nonsense. I need a shower. I grab a towel from the drawer and walk into the scaly, light blue shower twist the handle and slide inside to soothe the aches from our...whatever you'd call what we did. My hand comes up to physically move my lower jaw around as the water cascades over my shoulders. It's loose, but I can now move it a little. What would I call this? I didn't have sex with him. I'm not in love with him, and we didn't 'make love'. What would I call what we did, then? Pleasuring, maybe? Forced face fuck? Geez, that sounds so violent. However, it's not too far from what we did. I just don't know if I like that sound of it. It's not like I didn't like it. Oh, yes I did. I just wonder if this is the beginning of something that I'm ready to be a part of. Do I want to admit that I'm gay? Am I? My mouth is starting to recover enough that I can now close it and flex my lips and tongue. It's disconcerting that my mouth would do that when I'm with my lov...er, Johnelle. I know that it didn't bother me earlier, but now that I've had a chance to think about it, maybe it does. My hand habitually reaches down to rub my business down there, but there's something odd. I look down and am surprised at the size of my dick and balls. They're so limp and empty. You'd think that from all the sexual exertion from earlier I'd have a hard-on, but I honestly haven't thought about it or even felt it since yesterday. I jiggle it around a little to wake it up. Like a shy turtle, my penis just slides back into the safety of its skin uncaring that it's being called out. "Hey, Felix!" my friend calls into the dorm, "you coming to class or not?" My existential sexual hunt for wisdom will have to wait. He's right. We need to get to class. "Yea," I shout out slightly slurred from the tingly jaw. "I'll be right out." I quickly conclude my shower and grab the closest, non-smelly clothes that I can find hanging around the room. It's not until I turn around clothed that I realize that he was watching the entire time. Dick saw me run around the room naked. I walk around the puddle to avoid having to discuss it with Dick. "Took a cold shower?" he teases. "Shut up," I reply a little embarrassed that he saw me that way. Did I accidentally get Johnelle's, or even Eric's, shirt? It's so large in the shoulders and chest. A quick glance down confirms that it's mine. Even my underwear is too large, but I'm not gonna change those until I get back. Too late to do anything now. Feeling that my shoes are also too big, I opt for the sandals and follow Dick out the door. "Are you okay?" he asks with concern, which is rare. "What do you mean?" I reply. "You're looking really thin, dude. It's like you just lost ten pounds, and your mouth looks like you busted it," he bluntly points out. After years of this, I'm not offended by his observations. I understand what he's saying, and I've learned to accept it as just and observation. "Yea," I sheepishly reply, "I guess maybe I've lost a few pounds." His shirt isn't fitting him correctly either. Like me, he may have picked up his new roommate's shirt. Eric is a big guy, so it's plausible. Unlike him, though, I choose to let it slide. We have more important things to deal with...like college algebra. Well, numbers are the last things on my mind now. Not a single guy escaped my prying eyes...no, not a single guy's crotch escaped them. Hell, I even fantasied about going down on the professor. So, this is how people live from day to day? Surely not. It's just my mind can't keep going back to my new addiction. Tee hee! Ad-dick-tion. Good lord, I need to get me one soon. "Hey, Dick. I'm not getting anything from this class, wanna bolt?" I whisper to him. "Yea, me too," he answers, "I can't get my mind off of pussy." "So, what's new?" I tease while silently packing up my books. "I'll tell ya when we leave, brah," he grunts. I look at him derisively after saying 'brah'. Only dicks talk like that. We leave hurridly through the back doors where his voice immediately returns to his normal, obnoxious, level. "Dude, this isn't normal. I cannot stop thinking about pussy...at all. It's all my mind can focus on. Something's wrong." His voice sounds worried. Maybe he isn't being a douche after all. His eyes strain to follow every girl that walks past us. It's worrisome. He looks high or looks like he just chugged a gallon of one of those hyper sodas. They keep darting back and forth. Good lord, did he just sniff? "Hey, get a hold of yourself," I snap. "I can't stop," his voice lowers into a grunt, "I wanna bang them. I need to get into someone, now," Dick's eyes have reddened with a wet glaze over them. He's beginning to scare me. "Ok, let's just get you back to the dorm. We can think of how to handle this privately," I say while leading him by the shoulder down the hallway. "Do you want to go to the nurse's station?" "No!" he screams causing some of the passerby to stop and look. "I just need to get away from girls." His body feels like a livewire twitching and snapping. Our steps are slow to make sure that his feet can support his weight. We manage to shuffle across the campus to his dorm room. Dick's head jerks back and forth to look at any females that we encounter. Surely a few of them must have noticed. Exhaustedly, we enter his dorm room with huff and I fall into the wheeled office chair to relieve my aching feet. Carrying your teeking friend across campus without alerting any security is harder than it sounds. Geez, I'm going to feel this one in the morning. Dick stumbles a couple steps and begins to take his clothes off violently ripping his shirt in the process. After a flurry of discarded clothes flying to the opposite sides of the room, my friend stands hunched over completely nude facing the back wall and window. From my vantage point his butt muscles clench rhythmically and his right arm reaches downward between his legs. "Dude? Are you just gonna do that here in front of me?" I ask at his backside. "At least let me leave before you start," I say but secretly hoping he'd turn around for an 'accidental' quick peek. "I can't stop, Felix. I wanna fuck something so badly," he almost cries. "I don't understand. I've never felt anything so much in my life. Everything is begging me to fuck it. It's all that I can think of." "Alright, I get the message. I'll just step out for a few minutes and let you do your thing. Hopefully that will calm your nerves," I suggest. "No!" he screams. Suddenly, Dick turns around and jumps at me grabbing my shirt and forcing me against the cinderblock wall with an 'umph'. My eyes instinctively shoot downward to see his package, but I'm too slow to notice anything in detail. His larger hands pushe me against the wall violently. He seems so much bigger and stronger than I remember. I'm looking straight at his mouth when I used to look him eye-to-eye. "Easy, dick!" I bark, "Don't be an asshole!" "Can you? Can you help me?" he begs with his eyes wandering wildly from my head to the door and to the rest of the room. While it is meant as a cry for help, it feels more like a threat. "I...I...don't know how," I stutter, "Let me get my phone to call the nurse's station." "No! I need...I need release. I need to fuck something!" his strong arms slam me down to my knees against the wall bringing me eye-level with his bright maroon, pulsing mushroom cock head. It's pointing directly at my face. "Dick! What the he...?!" I scream as his hips jerk forward forcing the bulbous appendage into my mouth stifling my outburst. The suddenness of it knocks my breath out a little having a cucumber-sized weapon thrust into my half-closed mouth. I jerk around a little and attempt to push his hips back, but I'm too weak to gather any leverage. Another thrust of his hips jams his cock a little deeper slamming the back of my head against the hard, unforgiving wall. If he does that again I could be knocked out, so I press forward to provide some cushion. However, that just forces more of his tool into my mouth. After a couple more thrusts I can feel his hand grab the back of my head coming between me and the wall. While I'm pissed that he would try a stunt like this, I'm pleased at the outcome. It's serendipity that I've taken up sucking cock as a pastime, and my best friend is kind enough to support my new-found love of face fucking. Now that the suddenness of his attack is over my body relaxes and accommodates his penis by once again loosening my jaw and tightening the interior of my mouth and throat. After a few more pumps my mouth is completely loose again accepting my best friends cock like it did with Johnelle. I've returned to become a tight sleeve to hold his bumpy, thrusting cock - a mere masturbation outlet. I look up in an effort to see if he's looking down at me but instead they continue to roll back as the pleasure takes a hold of my body and mind. Yes. Fuck me. His thrusts are getting stronger and more forceful. Each one slams against my cheeks buzzing my lips and ramming into my throat. The base of his cock is wet from my saliva and the sounds coming from me are more akin to the sound of a couple fucking than from a blow job. Strangely, my face seems to be pulling my cheeks and lips open from the side like little strings are beneath my skin. Ever since he started to really slam into me my mouth hasn't tried to close using my lower jaw. Instead, it seems to want to tighten from the sides. The odd sensation is matched to the rhythm of our rutting. Every time I lean forward to accept him my mouth widens then tightens as he withdraws. It's not painful, nor is it uncomfortable. In fact, it feels like it's building up to something. Pressure from underneath my face is really starting to pull outward to each side while a general buzzing of pressure feels like a balloon is inflating in my head. It's growing and becoming more forceful with each pump. My hands reach around to grab his hips from the back to guide him forward. "Oh, fuck. You feel like a pussy. Yes, take it," he barks from above. The pressure is building encompassing my mouth, nose, and sinuses. There's something inside that wants to escape. I'm holding something inside when all it wants is to be free. It crescendos leaving my senses reeling blinding my eyesight and clogging any space within my face. It's pushing out. "Yes! God, I love pussy," he screams again. Without vision, smells, taste, or even tactile feeling replaced by the growing pressure and constant buzzing my face feels as if it is twice its size. My mind aches to accept more of him into me. I want to hold him here...inside. I need to be filled with his wonderful bulk. I'm a good fuck. I'm a good pussy. Fuck...me...like...a...pussy. Like a dam that has burst, my face opens up splitting my mouth longways from my nose to my chin allowing my mind to replace the pressure with a more intimate relationship with his cock. Oddly, his manhood slides deeper into my face than before with swollen and stretched lips opening outward to the sides and no nose to block the vision between my eyes which I have to close to avoid his hair getting in them. It brings me closer to his body which makes my knees weak enough to almost give out. By instinct, my throat clamps down on his piston in what I want is to hold it deeper and longer but it probably just feels like I'm milking him. "Oh, fuck!" he screams, "You feel just like a sloppy cunt, man. Smooth and wet." His vulgar voice belies my belief that he just complimented me. "God, you're gonna make me cum so hard!" Our fucking, that's what it is really, is so intense now. It's more intimate. I actually feel that I'm holding his manhood inside my face. I never knew that blowing a guy would be so amazing, so powerful. I try to move my arms and legs to find a more sturdy position, but they don't seem to want to respond. It's not like they're paralyzed, but they're just too weak to want to do anything. I can't even grab my own junk, nor do I want to. Why would I when I have this amazing cock in me? That's not where my libido is residing anyway. It's up here in my head and in my throat. This is where my pleasure resides, and its proximity to my brain is sending my consciousness into a rosy-hued euphoria. "Ugh, ugh!" Dick's voice hoarsens as his rhythm stutters. His cock throbs within my tunnel, and I prepare for him to finish. "I'm coming!" he gasps as his girth pulses pumping into my throat a salty essence that instantly sets off fireworks from within my own body. As his hips thrust away filling me with himself my own vision dims as the sensations of a light head and convulsing throat muscles enrapture me. My body can do nothing more than ride out the waves of ecstasy as my head nuzzles his torso and holds his manhood tightly as the contractions reside. A sudden spray erupts from me splashing against him and wetting our bodies. It was a reflex. Oh, god! Did I just vomit on him? He stops his thrusts but continues breathing heavily. He stands still holding my head in his groin. I'm completely docile, fearful that if I move he'll leave but scared that I did something bad just now. "Felix?" he whispers in a relaxed but shaky voice, "Did I just?..." I look up at his face to see that he's not looking downward. Instead, he's looking up at the ceiling for some reason. I can't speak at the moment. No, it's not that I have his precious in my mouth. I just have no desire to speak, nor could I even mumble. He stumbles back a couple of steps ripping his cock from my mouth with a plop. I couldn't feel much friction. When it does a glob of white, sticky semen drips out of my slack-jawed mouth onto my chest as I lie against the wall like a broken doll. A couple more drips run out but hang on with thin, wispy strings as they land and pool on my chest. My mouth feels so widely opened as if the muscles have stopped trying to keep it closed. I look up to Dick's face. His head is craned upward slightly and is looks swollen like he's wearing a crown. He continues to stumble until he reaches the chair I was once in and clumsily falls into it. We both rest for a moment to gain our strength and our bearings. Strangely, I'm not breathing hard. In fact, I don't think I'm breathing at all! There's no motion in my body, and no air is moving in or out. Oh, my god, I'm not breathing! Not...breathe... I'm not dying. What the hell? How can I be alive without breathing? My hands come up to my mouth, but it feels weird. It's not my mouth anymore. There's something soft and wet, flimsy. It's opening the wrong way. Oh, what is happening to me? "Holy shit, dude! What's wrong with your face!?" Dick screams out loud enough for the whole floor to hear. "You have a...a pussy on your face," he stammers while pointing at me. I turn away and hide my face in my hands scared at everything that has happened so far. I feel like a monster or a freak. "Why do you have a cunt on your face?" he expresses while pointing at me accusingly. His eyes widen as he ogles at me. I continue to hold my hands up to my face to avoid his laser stare. This is all so wrong. How did we get to this point with me on the receiving end of a rape and loving it - with a mouth that isn't cooperating at that? "Dude, I have to see that," my friend says curiously as he slides back to the floor in front of me wholly focused on my face. I turn away to avoid his inspection. He's already raped me physically, now he wants to do it mentally. "Hold still, I just want to look at it." I shove him away and stand up groggily on aching legs. They seem so weak. "Seriously, dude. Will you just let me see?" he barks as I try to run back to my dorm. Our rooms are only a couple of doors away, but it could be a hundred meters at this rate. My legs and arms feel so weak and heavy, and I'm having trouble staying in control of my movements. Like a drunk, I stumble in an attempt to stay upright until I can just lay down on my bed and put all of this together. Entering the doorway, I try to close it behind me, but Dick holds it open. In my weakened state I can't even push it very hard, so I turn to rest my body against the door. As I turn around I stop, frozen in horror and astonishment as I gaze at my monstrous self in the closet mirror. A scrawny, sickly person, too old to be a child but too undeveloped to be a man stares back with wide-eyed bewilderment. His clothes are too large as if he's trying on his older brother's clothes with a wet trail of drool and semen drizzled down the front. Strangely, it's faceless. No face is staring back. In its place are two eyes sitting over what could only be a woman's vagina where the mouth and nose should be. "I'm a pussy," I think to myself still unable to speak...or even breathe. "Brah, don't walk out into the hall like that," Dick chastises from behind. "People will see." I can see him behind me. He's anxious, impatient. It's obvious by his eyes darting around me at the reflection. Spellbound, I walk up to the mirror to get a better look. My mouth is vertical and stretches from between my eyes to just above my chin. It's taken over where my nose and mouth would be. I move in close to the glass mindful that there's no breath to fog it over. For the most part it's just a gash, a slit, but inside lies a multitude of fleshy growths... lips, labia. I try to open my mouth from the sides, but it only flexes a little and gapes for a second. This is so surreal. There's no way that this can be happening. I only started to like giving blowjobs, and now I'm changed to better accommodate one. I'm a freak. "Hey, it's okay, buddy. Don't cry," my friend comforts from behind as he holds my shoulders. "Let's get you away from that mirror. It's only frightening you anyway," he consoles while leading me to the bed. I lay down on my side facing the wall. This must be a bad dream, so I just close my eyes everything will go back, right? "Felix," he nudges, "I know it's asking a lot, but would you let me examine it...you for a second. I may be able to help if I could just get a better look." It's not lost on me that he's actually trying to convince me to see my pussy. I wonder if how many times he's done this with girls. Was it ever successful? Slowly, I turn over onto my back to face the ceiling. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of winning, but he also has a point. Maybe we can work on this together. "What do you think is happening?" he asks softly. I shrug my shoulders. "You can't speak, can you?" I nod. His face hovers over mine fascinated at my new growth. His head is more swollen than before, and it looks almost like he has a pink ridge around the base of his skull. So, I'm not the only one that's changing but not like me. His fingers, shaking from his excitement or is it fear, softly rubs across my outer lips. The sensation is almost overwhelming by making my head swim. I close my eyes to concentrate on the rapture. Having moved around my outer lips, he sinks his finger deeper to spread them out causing my mouth/vagina to yawn open from surprise. No, it's not just from the surprise. A part of me wants him to do more. If only he'd just go in just a little more. I open it again to give him a hint, and a small dribble of my excitement pools on my chin. "You want me again, don't cha?" he whispers with a shaking voice. "I told you how much I love pussy. I think I've fallen in love with yours." For a second, his finger leaves but is quickly replaced with a mouth. He's gonna kiss me? Dick's tongue slides from the pool on my chin upwards over all of my new flesh and ends between my eyes. Oh, my god. He's gonna kiss me! Again his tongue slides up, but now stops at my mouth and pushes in while flicking up and down. I need something bigger. My hands clumsily pull his pants down again while he continues to stimulate me with his mouth. I need more. I need cock. It's so strong. I need... Him. I need him to be closer than this. I need him to fill me. I need him inside of me. It's so overpowering. No other desire has been this strong. I'm no longer trying to apply any logic to this. I feel that he must be in me. "Woo hoo! Look at you two lovebirds go at it!" my effeminate roommate barks out stunning both of us out of our lustful spell. "No, no. Don't let me stop you. Geez, Dick, I thought you weren't into dudes." "Shit!" Dick huffs and runs out of the room pushing Johnelle out of the way in the process. "Aww, did I just become your cock block?" he laughs. His high pitched laugh slays my ego or power to argue back that I may have had. There's no way that I can connect it all, but I know that he's behind all of this. All of this has to be connected to him and his friend. Weirdly, I'm not sure that I care. I've found what I want in Dick, but it so disconnected to what I know about how 'things' work. My libido is asking for things that just aren't possible. I want him completely in me...not just his cock. I want to hold all of him inside. Uh, have I been drugged? I can't speak, but the look I give my roommate is one of fierce vengeance. "Here!," I barks and tosses me a large, jelly-like, wobbling dildo, "You can use this to keep you sane while your mind tries to send you to dick- ville." I don't bother trying to catch it, and it falls into the cove I've created as I fell to the bed in a fetal position. "For someone so adverse to us 'gay folk' you two seem to have a similar relationship," he teases. I can't answer so I just stare at the new toy in front of me. "Geez, get a hold of yourself. You've been cock crazy ever since I met you." My mouth is still vertical, but it's too late to hide it from him. Do I give up trying to hide my changes, or do I give in knowing that he's behind them? Should I give him that satisfaction? I grab the sex toy and turn over to face the wall away from him or anything else that could talk. If everyone could just shut up, then I'd be fine. Its surface is jelly-like with a smooth, plastic covering, but everything inside of me wants it to enter me. Have I lost my mind? Why is this a thing, now? Dildos made for girls are now a potential sexual object, and I'm holding one in my hands. Would it hurt to just put it in? It's not a real cock, so there's nothing that would be the same as Dick, right? My hands bring it up to what was my mouth. A small pool of saliva has formed along my chin, offering lubrication giving me one less reason to get rid of it. I want it! I want it so badly. Is this my new existence - going from one cock to another? Whatever! I need to be filled. The trepidation I have towards my new-found changes are shooed away as it touches the space between where my nose was and the vertical hole my mouth now is. It's...too much to turn away. "Felix, I can see that you're really nothing more than a pussy now," he teases in a sing-song, feminine voice. "We need to talk about what's happening. I know that you're going through some changes." My hands press it through the lips surrounding my mouth and slides, thanks to the lubrication I've provided, towards the hottest part of my face. With just a little pressure it forces itself into my mouth and towards the back. My mouth doesn't...can't open to let it in. Instead, I'm suddenly counting on the wetness drooling from inside to allow it in. I'm...creaming to let it in. The walls of my mouth press inward surrounding it evenly on all sides allowing me to feel the rubber texture slide along the walls on its way to my throat making me tilt my head upward to accept it wholly. As the base touches my lips (labia?) I feel a ping of satisfaction as the fullness seems to somehow clear my mind as if this is now my new normal. However, deep down, there's a notion that I need more. "Wow, you are going to be trouble for me," Johnelle states excitedly. "You've taken to cock too well. I don't know if I can handle having such a slutty pussy. You're definitely gonna get me into trouble." His giddiness offers a little relief from the confusion and sting of experiencing my face turn into a pussy while being raped just a moment ago. "Look, Felix, you're going to be my pussy. You're gonna complete my change into a normal girl. I know that it's taking a long time, but you have to understand that you're gonna be happy when it's over." I turn over, dildo still halfway in my face/pussy to look at him, but he's almost not even recognizable. In the doorway stands a female. She's...pretty. Yes, she resembles Johnelle. In fact, I'd gamble that they could be siblings. Her face is so feminine and breasts push out her blouse into two small cones. My hand continues to thrust the toy back and forth into me as I gaze at him/her in wonderment. "You wanna see what's happening?" she says while unbuttoning her blouse. As the buttons come loose it become obvious that I'm no longer looking at a boy, even a feminine, gay boy. I'm looking at a female. Her pointed breasts poke out as the garment falls to the floor. They're so perky with light fleshy areola caps on each jutting breast. The areola actually seems to be the biggest contributor to the female look as the breasts themselves are quite small. She removes her clothes revealing that the only thing on her that isn't 'a girl' is the tiny, prepubescent penis and coin purse-looking sack underneath it jutting out from between her legs. It's far too small to really be a manly cock. It's...almost cute. "You are the last thing that I need to complete my change, Felix. Ha! Your name is so fitting being names after a pussy cat, and all. You're going to become my female sex organ, Felix. I'm sure that you've noticed the changes in yourself over the last day or so. I have. Pretty soon, you and I are gonna be VERY close. What do you think of that?" he monologues. I nod my head, but due to my changes and the rubber dildo in my mouth that is all I can do. Surely you've noticed the changes to yourself. I have. It's pretty obvious with a pink sex toy stuffed into my mouth/pussy. "Here, before we go any further, take a look at yourself. She bends over and lifts me up easily to face the mirror. In it I see an absolute freak. I'm just a thin cylinder from my hips to my shoulders. No body mass at all. My arms and legs are nothing more than poles. Nothing has been left from the changes, not even any nipples. There aren't any. Even my own genitalia have disappeared leaving a smooth, sexless space between my legs. The only hair I have is now on the top of my head. The only feature worth noting on this pathetic body of mine is the reddened female sex organ on my face. "We're gonna speed this up right now, sweety. I need you to turn around and sit up on your knees. Oh, don't worry. You need to be rewarded," he happily announces as I feel hands on my hips. "Here, bend over onto the bed. No, keep the dildo in your pussy. Good girl. Just lift your ass up. There! Let me give you my reward for being so accepting to our new agreement. Wow, you're so smooth back here. I didn't realize that those would go so soon." I'm now on my knees bent over with a rubber dildo deep in my mouth (pussy). The hands on my hips pull back as a knob of soft flesh touches my only hole back there. I can feel it. I know it's there, but I just don't care. This rubber god is demanding all of my attention at the moment and it's too much pleasure to let go. A sudden pressure fills my hips and body from my backside. It inflates my insides and burns my hole forcing me to lose my euphoria being stuffed so well. My eyes bulge out and I'm forced into the dildo laying on the bed. Even though I can't vocalize the intensity of being penetrated from both ends, my body is definitely reacting to it. The shock of being filled has completely made any ability to rationalize or to understand difficult beyond the jelly tube in my pussy and the plug in my rear. I'm simply nothing more than a hole for the dildo and an extension of his, albeit small, penis. It doesn't hurt. You'd think it would be ready now that this is my first time, but it isn't. It's not pleasurable either. It's...it just seems... right. I crave it now not because of any sexual thrill or as a means of pleasure, but because it make me feel complete - whole. That pressure that is pressing inside of me makes me feel justified for making these changes in my life. I'm a clock that has just had its gears fixed, a machine that has been tuned. I'm a puzzle just after the final piece has been placed. Yes, I know that I'm now completely changed from the manly, masculine guy from just a couple of days ago. However, I've come to accept my new reality. I'm becoming a part of someone else, and it's okay. He doesn't thrust into me wantonly. Johnelle takes her time easing herself into me. Even after she's slick enough to slide easily, there's an intelligent person controlling our motion. My new lover is deft with his joystick and his attention to me as he guides our coupling. "I was told that this is the way to make it permanent. I need to take you like this for you to completely change into my pussy. That's it, boy. Take my cock. Admit it, you're nothing but a pussy now...My pussy," my roommate charges as his hips slides back and forth behind me. While his manhood is very much lacking now, it's still an intense sensation that commands all of my attention. I begin to rock with his motions being conscious of keeping him inside. The flexible dildo in my pussy seems bigger than when I started as Johnelle's ministrations continue. The sides of my mouth stretch around the shaft making my movement up and down dependent on the rhythm of Johnelle's thrusts. Really, I'm just a passenger as he uses me to swallow this dildo. My arms seem too weak to really try to manipulate the toy other than just moving my head from side-to-side. "Oh, fuck you're so tight!" he exclaims. "Mm, Felix, this is wonderful," he purrs in his more feminine voice. It sounds completely female which somehow instills some pride in me as if I had a part in it happening. Do I feel ownership of her feminization? "You're doing such a great job working that toy. I knew you couldn't resist it when I tossed it to you. You're gonna be a hungry pussy, aren't cha? Oh, I can almost feel the dildo myself!" He's shaking me back and forth by our hips. There's no sliding anymore. There's just me then him. Maybe we need lubrication, but I think I like it this way. We're connected, closer than I've ever been with anyone else - including my girlfriends. The fact that I've taken him into me is not lost, but it's so apparent that we've done more than merely have sex. We're one person. I'm not holding him inside of me...I'm taking him inside to become a part of him. My arms give out slamming me down to the base of the jelly toy eliciting a yelp from Johnelle behind me. My eyes cross from the sudden intrusion as I lay on the bed lifted up by our connection. We're now hungrily fucking the dildo as his hips guide me up and down on it. He moans and whines as my legs now lose strength forcing him to support my whole weight. "Here, lean back," he commands from behind me, but I don't have any control of my body. I lay there, limp enveloping this toy bend downward from our connection. Johnelle slides his legs underneath me, and I fall backwards keeping the dildo in pussy until I land hard on his cushioned chest. Neither my legs nor any body muscles are actively working except for the ones in my mouth-pussy. "Oh, boy you're getting small!" he cries out as I now feel that my head is resting between two small mounds of softness. One larger hand grabs my chest pressing it to his body while the other one grabs the dildo and begins to push it in and out of my pussy. We both reel in the sensations as he exclaims out a moan of satisfaction mirroring my own silent one. In and out he forces it forcing me to create more spit to prevent it from pulling too hard against my insides. My lips quiver a little as my excitement seems to want to crescendo. He's now fully fucking me with the toy screaming in ecstasy as I try to cope with the abuse. It seems to go deeper with every thrust as its girth grows widening my pussy entrance almost to the point of burning. My throat is starting to convulse forcing me to squeeze on the phallus. It starts as a small pill of pleasure within my chest, but radiates outward giving me the same sensation as if I were gagging, but it's not unpleasant. I'd say it's almost euphoric. Another wave opens my mouth some as it overcomes my head begging to take the intruder even deeper inside of me. "You're getting closer to becoming my own pussy, Felix. Can you feel it? I wonder what you're feeling right now knowing that you're about to become a part of me," his voice is not more felt within me than heard from the outside. His hand is now covering my entire torso, and he seems to be holding back with the toy keeping it from going all the way in. Its size has now overcome all of my lower vision as I see it slide in and out glistening with my spit. I now lie passively as he teases the toy just in a little bit and out. The tip seems so huge now. Is this the same toy that I had entirely in me just a moment ago? Why does it seem to large now? In fact, everything seems so large. My pussy opens and a glob of white foam rolls from my lips and down the side of my face. Please! Please put it in! "Someone likes getting fucked!" Johnelle's voice teases. The vibrations communicate more than the sound. "It won't be long before you're all pussy. In the meantime, how about we look at us to give you some perspective. After all, if we're gonna be like this from now on, we need to understand what we are." His body bends up, quite easily strangely, as I'm lifted up secured on his groin. I try to move my own limbs unsuccessfully as the same paralysis that took my mouth before seems to have now taken my entire body. As he stands I fall over, but am suspended by our connection. I look down at the ground confused. It seems so far away. Just how small am I? A giant hand grabs my body and lifts it up as it stands proudly in the mirror. My body, nothing more than a mere fleshy tube resembling of all things a cock, extends from where his junk once was. "Look!" he says as I feel the vibrations. "We're beautiful!" In the mirror, a skinny girl with smaller breasts stands holding what looks like a penis in her groin. That's when I realize that I'm being held. She turns side-to-side admiring her physique making silent comments to herself. "What do you think, pussy?" she asks. I respond by closing my pussy-mouth and attempt to move frightened by the prospect but also thrilled at the possibilities. "Okay, keep it together," she says to herself, "This is the first time I get to do this. Oh, I'm so excited!" I can feel her excitement as my blood seems to flow harder making me blush a little. I'd say blush, but all I can see is a tube with what looks like a female's genitalia on the end - an extended vagina. The tube changes color a blushed red and a drop of moisture forms at the tip as I instinctively try to spit some out. "Alright, I've always wanted to do this Felix. Just try to enjoy it," she says to me. Her finger runs along the bottom of my body and around my head. I cough up some more moisture that she spreads all over as if I were the head of a penis. Suddenly, my vision is restricted as a gigantic fingertip rubs over my face, through the lips and inside my mouth stretching and filling it as my head seems to stretch along with it. It presses deeper into my throat filling my upper body as well. A sensuous moan trembles me as she gives in to the pleasure that we're both feeling. I again cough up a blast of thick spit coating the finger as it slides around inside of me. As the finger reluctantly leaves it slides across what was my nose zapping me with a shock of intense sensations. The finger jerks as I'm lulled by her purring. She can feel it, too! It returns to my nose to continue the sensations needing to feel more pleasure. I quiver in bliss stretched around the thick finger. The hand's grip on my torso releases now that I'm too small to hold. The finger inside of me pulls me up and over so that I'm facing two mountains of flesh moving away into the distance - shapely, girly legs. They lift up, moving behind my vision as it begins to fade, as well. I don't really need it now. The finger has settled me warmly against a wall, so there's nothing to see anymore anyway. There's too much to feel bei