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Chapter 4
I was standing still, completely surprised. My mouth was open, in an O-
shape expressing eloquently my surprise. My two friends were violently
masturbating while sitting on the cold floor, stroking their small
penises as if there was no tomorrow.
I knew they hadn't seen me, as they seem oblivious to their
surroundings. I was still dumbstruck, not knowing what I wanted to do.
My rational mind was telling me to get to them, and make them stop, and
then try to figure out a solution. Another voice told me to get the hell
out of here, this whole situation being way too weird: my friends would
soon be dumb bimbos happy to pleasure anyone passing by, but I would be
able to survive with my mind intact overall. But there was a third voice
as well, whispering quietly in the back of my head. This voice was
pretty, cute, charming almost. In a word, tempting. It told me to help
them, relieve them of their sweet nectar, help them feel better. They
still had dicks after all.
"You should like, make them feel better with your mouth," said the sweet
voice
The voice was getting more insistent, ordering me. Once again, my breath
was getting heavier, rougher, my heart started to pump blood faster. My
nether region got wet as well. My tongue ran over my plump lips, their
cocks seeming appetizing suddenly. I still hadn't made a decision, but
it was getting harder to resist. The voices were almost screaming now
"SUCK! LICK! PLEASURE MEN! YOU ARE JUST A BIMBO, DOCILE, A SEX DOLL MADE
OUT OF FLESH!"
Those words ran through my mind, again and again. I didn't know how to
shut them off. It was starting to get overwhelming. I could almost feel
my saliva drip, anticipating a good cum meal. It was now too much for
me: I walked in their direction, slowly. They were still too focused on
themselves to acknowledge my presence.
I still had a second dilemma: there were two cocks, but I only had one
mouth. I opted for the closer one. I headed towards Will, who was
leaning against a shelf behind the counter, empty, a testimony to the
looting people had done, certainly the people I saw getting out of the
store previously. His actions seemed inefficient, as his small penis
wasn't growing.
But I was here to help now. When I arrived next to him, I put myself to
work immediately. I leaned towards him, on my knees on the cold floor:
my hands reached for his, pushing them aside so I could get a better
access to his manhood. He didn't resist at all, not even speaking.
"You should act manly, if you want to be a man," I whispered with my
sensual voice.
My words seemed to reach his mind: he stopped sobbing. It was a good
start.
I took his small cock in my hand, as I started to masturbate him. I gave
a few slow strokes, gently going back and forth with my hand to make him
feel good. For now, it was so small that I seemed to rub it more that
stroke it. Then I lowered my head towards his crotch. My tongue slipped
a few times over his cock, playfully twirling, as if I was licking a
lollipop. I was surprised by the taste: surprisingly, it was good, salty
but sweet at the same time.
Suddenly, he spread his seed in my waiting mouth, a few drips escaping
my mouth and going down my chin. A warm sensation spread in me, as
sensation of fulfilment, as if I did exactly what was expected of me. At
the same time, I felt an addiction growing in me: I needed more. I
licked the cum from my lips, the continued to suck him. This time, I
stopped fooling around, and went down on him completely, sucking him
whole. His cock was still too small to fill my mouth, but I could feel
it grow. I heard him groan from pleasure, and he put his hands around my
head, holding my hair so it won't bother me while I suck him. How
thoughtful.
The growing rate was now steadily improving. His cock was now the size I
had before it all began, and it kept on growing. It now reached the back
of my mouth, but not my throat. I was still going back and forth with my
head, with a good speed. Slurping noises were now filling the room,
along his moans and groans. He adjusted himself so I could go deeper on
him. Once again, I threw myself on his meat, impaling myself on his
growing pole. It was my first time giving a blowjob, but given the
moans, I was already a pro at it. This time I tried to give even more
pleasure.
I felt his cock with my tongue, playing with it, as I twirled around the
tip again and again. Now I licked from the balls to the head of the
cock, before engulfing the whole thing. He was still holding my head
while I was bobbing back and forth on his manhood, sometimes forcing me
further on his meatpole. He now reached the entrance of my throat.
Weirdly, I was not gagging even though my throat had been transformed
into a pussy for his using.
A warmth spread through me, and a wetness appeared in my pants: I was
made for this, and the fulfilment of my purpose gave me a reward, a
pleasure for myself.
Suddenly, he took control of the situation. The sobbing sissy had now
disappeared, instead there was a manly man. He stopped his fucking for a
second, withdrawing after speeding for a few thrusts. He stroked his
cock a few times before coming on my face and my top. There was at least
a gallon of cum flooding onto me. For a second, I was unable to see,
having to clear it from my eyes. Before I could react, he forced me back
on his pole. I couldn't move my head: he was holding it strongly. Gosh
he was strong!
While he was facefucking me, he teared through my shirt, freeing my
boobies. They were still growing too, now somewhere near a G-Cup. They
were massive, a pleasurable weight on my chest. I was getting an orgasm
from the deepthroat I was giving. I might have been squirting, judging
from the wetness in my pants.
For a few seconds, the whole world disappeared. I was in a constant
bliss, orgasm after orgasm hitting me like a truck. I heard some voices,
but I was not able to distinguish the words. Some was crying or
something. Then, he left me alone for a moment.
At this moment, I realised how foggy and cloudy my mind had become. The
whole world seemed like a big pink environment. Unconsciously, my right
hand reached for my nipples while the left hand went down my pants,
unfastening the belt, opening the button, and then stroking my clit that
was now exposed to the world.
"You were a good slut!" said the voice in my head.
Struggling sounds could be heard a few meters away from me, behind,
before being replaced by moans, that my expert ears interpreted as
pleasure ones. I masturbated furiously, but it wasn't near as
pleasurable as when I'm pleasuring a man. After a full minute though, an
orgasm hit me again, and I squirted like crazy, a pool forming
underneath me.
He came back moments later, accompanied by a very good-looking bimbo,
doe eyes, long curly platinum blond hair, curves every woman would kill
for. He was walking her like a dog, holding her by her hair, while she
was on all-four, crawling. He ordered her to lie next to me, on her
back, then told me to do the same. I had a grin on my face, anticipating
what would happen next. I faced my girlfriend a few seconds, taking a
good look at her. She had some white goo on her hair, what a slut. My
stud had certainly fucked the other sissy, making her a sister. She
looked really happy, a bliss smile on her face.
We started making out, our tongues jousting. She took the opportunity to
lick some of the cum I still had on my face, and then she gave some to
me. I loved this salty taste. It gave me some chills, the sensation of
the white fluid in my mouth almost overwhelming. I gulped every drop she
gave me, like a junkie. I needed more!
We were on our back, our bare pussy, trimmed, exposed to the world. Our
legs were open, an invitation for our former friend, now a stud in this
world. He used his hands expertly to enter our fuckhole, rapidly fucking
our pussies with his hands, both at the same time. This was just
foreplay, and we knew it. We were his toys, and he was just playing with
us. The question was: who would he play with first?
He answered it soon: it would be me. He changed his position, aligning
himself with my inviting pussy, that was gaping in anticipation. I was
so wet the sea seemed dry compared to it. He pressed the tip against my
opening, sending shivers down my spine. I had goosebumps all over my
body. The sensation was overwhelming, and I cried from it. I used my
legs to stop this foreplay, pressing him as strong as I could against
me. As he entered me, a whole new world opened: my pussy was not a
virgin anymore. I could feel every vein, every texture of his penis in
me. I was so wet he was sliding in me, yet I was tight enough for him to
feel pleasure as well. With every thrust, some juices escaped my vagina.
Even though he was on me, locked by my legs, he was using his hand on my
bimbo sister. She was screaming as well, certainly wet as hell too. Once
again, we locked ourselves with our tongues, a kiss showing all the love
the three of us were sharing right now.
Another orgasm was rising in me now! It was way stronger than any I had
previously: right when it hit me, I was convulsing from the intense
tingling feeling covering my entire body. It was more than amazing. I
was completely full of cock right now, and I realised that this was my
purpose in this world now. I was just a hole for men to fuck.
He was thrusting at a good speed, showing his endurance: he had already
cum twice now, and yet he continued. What a stallion! My body was still
spasming, my pussy tightening, causing him to grunt. He continued to
grab my breast, sending jolts of pleasure to me. After a few more
minutes, he came in me, sending me in heaven. Another orgasm came on me,
making me squirt. My back was arching. He stopped fucking me, only to go
to my girlfriend, and without any warning he began pumping in and out of
her. While he was doing so, I played with my boobies. Coherent thoughts
had long disappeared from my mind. We were in an orgy, fucking like
rabbits, like animals in rut, grunting, sweating, locked in a passionate
embrace.
Everything was foggy, as I was acting on instinct. After he finished
her, we were both on our knees, cleaning his majestic manly tool,
licking every single drop of cum. Then, we cleaned ourselves, once again
gulping the divine goo that was on our body. We were on a 69 position,
cleaning our pussies next. Our stud explored the coffee shop meanwhile,
maybe hoping to find a third slut. We were almost oblivious to our
surroundings, only thinking (as best as we could) about the moment, the
passion.
It continued for about five minutes. Then everything stopped. The fog,
the sensual voices complimenting my behaviour, the moans, the chains of
orgasms, the need to breed like animals. Sudden realization of the past
day hit me like a truck. As the dizziness faded, my identity was coming
back in my brain. I was aware of the 69 position I was locked in. The
lack of licking suddenly made me realise that coherent thoughts came
back to my friend. A friend that I had fucked! WHAT THE FUCK!
I tried to be ashamed, but I couldn't. It was the most amazing thing
that happened to me, like, ever. I knew what I looked like now, and yet
I felt comfortable in my new body. Everything felt alien yet natural to
me. Never had I wanted to be a woman, and still I didn't want to change
back now. It was mostly like I had this new personality with
reminiscences of my old one. They weren't in conflict, maybe more like
merging together. For once I felt almost happy.
We left each other's embrace. Our eyes meet each other, and I sensed
that she reasoned the same way I did. We were now both females. Happy
ones. Straight ones. There was no need for words.
"Where's Will?"
"I don't know, he was in the shop too."
We looked around us, and soon we saw him, standing near the entrance, a
woman in front of him. They were staring at each other. It seemed that
he was about to rip her clothes, but stopped in the middle of his
action.
She sighed, seemingly happy. She didn't look like she had been affected
by the disease, the virus. She was a petite brunette, lacking curves,
even by our old standards. She had short hair. She wore a buttoned
shirt, underneath a jean vest. She had a bag on her back, the kind you
have when you go hiking.
One thing struck me: she was holding a strange device in her hand, some
kind of remote control. She said a few words only, high enough for us to
hear, in a breath.
"It worked!"
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