These are the same characters from "Worse Mistakes".
Source: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29365810/
Again? Again.
By BD-Acht
“Really? After the clean up last time? You want to try it, again?” Adam was incredulous, his face matching his disbelief.
“We just got that smell out,” he said, slowly grinning at her despite himself. Samantha smirked and rolled her eyes.
“Well we know now, right? Besides…” she smugly held up an old pillowcase, “I have a solution! What? It beats a trash bag. You said condoms suck right?” Adam shook his head slowly before bursting into laughter, Sam whacking him with the empty pillowcase and chasing him into the bed room.
The pair made quite the couple. Adam had thought he hit the jackpot when he met Sam. Not only was she cute, funny, and someone he deeply related to, but her libido was more than a match for his. Which is to say they quite the horny pair. Sam thought it was a perfect match.
Adam was hot, steadfast, and thoughtful, a perfect foil to adventurous antics. One of the most exciting things though, was that he accepted her and her…hobby? What else did you call practicing profoundly sexual transformation magic? And better yet, she could rope him into her tomfoolery with minimal effort.
Sam whipped the pillowcase onto her boyfriend’s head, “Get ready. I’ll get, the stuff.” She jokingly dropped her voice an octave lower.
Adam shook his head, laughing, “I can’t fucking believe I’m letting you do this again.” He shucked off his pants before working his shirt off and playfully slinging it at Sam across the room, “I mean, what do I get from this huh?” He raised his eyebrows in mock plea.
Samantha sighed after she downed the thick juice in a vial she had pulled from her hobby drawer. Sex toys and spells, second from the top. “I don’t recall this one replacing any of, this,” she purred as she slid her pants and underwear down. She stepped around him, appraising his body the whole way before slapping his ass, “Unless you wanted to offer this up for me?” She laughed as Adam grinned, blushing.
Two weeks ago the pair had tried out a book Sam picked up from a garage sale. The first spell didn’t do much of anything. They felt a bit hornier, and they both swore their naughty bits were twitching weirdly or being distracting. After a few days though things went back to normal and, spurred on by what seemed to be a dud and hornines, they tried a new spell. The one Sam was referring to.
The moon streamed in through the blinds as Sam pushed Adam back onto the bed. Suddenly, her mouth went slack in a low moan as her eyes rolled to the ceiling. Her knees visually wobbled, making Adam chuckle and shake his head.
“Fuck I forgot how intense that arousal is,” Sam huffed. She crawled up over him, touching and stroking his body with a carnal hunger.
Adam stroked her head as she kissed his neck ravenously, “Already thinking with the other head huh?” He kissed her deeply, her tongue invading his mouth and tickling his tonsils. He tasted something tangy. Sam sat back on her haunches, her slit cradling his intensely hard dick. Something shined on her chin in the low light.
“Damn…straight…” she panted while grinding back and forth on his cock. She pinched it lightly and pointed it straight into her slick snatch, both groaning as they fell into each other. Samantha barely had time to enjoy his rod before she suddenly went rigid, an uncharacteristic clipped squeal falling from her lips. Her hands squeezed her breasts tight and Adam’s heart began to race as he recognized the shift.
Her head fell back as if in the throes of passion, which from what she recounted, she was. Her glistening chin was prominent as her neck began to fatten, her throat rounding into a softer bulge as her neck widened. The shape of her neck changed, becoming a wide barrel. The actual length stayed the same, just getting fatter, girthier. Adam shook his head again, this time in awe. Sam looked like she was over the fucking moon.
Her face was growing puffy, like it was swollen. He could only partially see it from his angle, being ridden as he was. Her pussy fluttered frantically around him, but he was more focused on her head. Wet grunts uttered from her skyward lips in time with her pulse. They soon became a silent fluid upwelling that slid down her neck. Her chin formed a cleft that grew more and more pronounced while the hard bone of her chin seemed to soften. Her silky hair seemed to disappear, sinking into her increasingly bulbous head. Her mouth shifted out of view as her jawline fattened into a fleshy ridge. Thick veins snaked up her new neck, the flesh there taut as a drum over a deeper, rigid core.
Sam’s hands fell onto his stomach and he knew she was done. Her head pulsed in the dim moonlight, the cleft that was once her petite chin was slick and shiny. Adam saw a shining bead well up at the top of her head, only to lazily roll down the side opposite of him, what used to be her forehead and hair. She swayed a bit listlessly, snatch still gripping him in time with her throbbing head.
Adam shook his head at his girlfriend, now literally a dickhead. From what she had told him, this was like the most pleasurable dream she could ever imagine. Everything was sex. A throbbing, drooling pleasure and a hunger for touch and a need to pound. There were no thoughts, just the carnal yearning of full, sexy flesh. From what they had found last time, she still had some control, but it wasn’t exactly her running the show. It was Samantha if her brain was 100% cock.
He traced her “chin” delicately, in a perverse mirror of his normal affections. She shivered, arms clumsily fumbling back to her tits. For some reason, despite how bizarre this was, he was utterly
turned on. His Sam had just made herself impossibly more sensitive, submitting herself to his ravishing touch. He gave the blind kinky girl a terribly lewd grin. He was going to show his lady the time of her life.
He readjusted so he was sitting up with her in his lap, keeping himself inside her during the maneuver. Adam’s gaze traced over what was once Sam’s beautiful face. Now it was the erect dome of a penile glans. He felt a shiver down his spine as he looked over her bulging urethra and thick shaft, the gently throbbing cap, and that thin slit. This was once his cute, expressive girlfriend, and from the shoulders down, she still was. He traced his fingers over her shoulder and up her shaft, feeling how the skin went from soft and womanly to stiff and phallic. He leaned in to plant a kiss on her spongy crease, tasting the precum that glazed her cap. Sam’s hands stopped massaging her breasts, as if reminded that her head was the very symbol of masculine pleasure.
Her hips once again started rocking as her hands went up to feel up her new noggin. Adam had to smirk as her arms trailed down to pump her shaft skin as if learning for the first time. She really was thinking with her new head. Below, he began to grind into her while his hands went to work teasing and stroking her new head. He pushed her hands down to her sides, and while they were hesitant at first, they seemed to be comfortable resting stiffly at her sides.
Adam tickled her frenulum, causing her entire body to arch, shoulders rolling upwards in an impotent thrust. Pre dribbled from her slit freely, something Adam made sure to make use of. His hands pressed into her spongy cap, gliding with a wet friction that made her body shudder and squirm. He showered her crest with kisses, tongue sliding against her ultrasensitive flesh, even darting into her slick slit. The musky smell of an excited penis filled the bedroom as she continued to throb and leak.
This teasing, stroking affair went on for a few minutes before Adam flipped Sam around, her new head resting on her pillow. He began to thrust in earnest while his hands squeezed her shaft and pumped. He laughed to himself at the facsimile of kinky choking they were making (surprisingly one of the few things they weren’t into). Her legs squirmed around him, seeming to remember their place on a female body. As he neared his climax Adam’s hands flew over Samantha’s fat dickhead, rapidly pumping her neck and frantically playing with her stiff fleshy cap.
Soon, Sam’s head swelled even fuller, purple flesh taut and shiny. Her body arched up into him rhythmically, the rest of her twitching like mad. Oh shit, the pillowcase! He fumbled the old pillowcase over her head and pulled it tight, continuing to pump her even as his own orgasm fell down upon him. As he felt his first jet of cum fly into her, there was a great sticky noise as Sam’s own spunk erupted. The pillowcase immediately went dark at the entrance to her slit, spreading as she gushed into the old cloth bag. The sheer volume of fluid made certain that a few spurts escaped through the cloth, splattering their headboard. Her orgasm lasted longer than his (no wonder, she hadn’t had a male orgasm since the last time they did this), and Adam fell upon his stiff girlfriend as she fired off her last few ropes.
Adam caught his breath while resting his head upon Sam’s, feeling it pulse as it dribbled in ecstatic aftershocks. The smell of baby batter was thick in the room. He reached up and carefully removed the cream sodden pillowcase, trying to wipe her off with the last dry parts as he pulled it free. Her head looked smaller now, its payload delivered, making her a very happy dickhead. He frowned at how the case dripped. In fact, it didn’t seem effective at all. Fuck, oh well. Maybe they would figure it out next time.
He trudged to the bathroom, plopping the spunk sock in the sink and grabbing a towel. The bag did keep the headboard from getting painted like last time, so not a complete waste. He wiped up what he could before falling back into bed. He was exhausted. Working that thick shaft of hers was tiring. The things I do for love, he thought ruefully.
She looked peaceful now with her body limp and changed bits flaccid. He pulled her close and planted a kiss on the fleshy curve of her glans. Smiling, he drifted off to sleep.
Sam awoke with a stiff neck and the funkiest taste in her mouth. More like spunkiest. She smiled and stretched, neck popping profusely. She licked some slippery “drool” off her upper lip. The morning light illuminated Adam’s nude form, half under the covers. The smell of cum was overpowering, especially for Sam who, up until about half an hour ago, did not have a nose. She snuggled up to him, kissing him as he turned towards her sleepily. He smiled and gave her a groggy laugh.
“You still taste like dick.”
“Hey! Rude,” she teased.
“And your breath. Just…wow girl.”
They both laughed sleepily, holding each other close and enjoying another morning together.