Wishing Well pt. 3 - by ArtixLV
My name is May. Was May. Nowadays, I’m known as Cock. And what a great cock I am. Three months ago, I was turned into a cock on my own body. Nobody knows this. As a cock, I can’t speak, I can’t see, I can’t communicate my fate to anyone. Anyone but Lynn. My owner, Lynn. The girl who was meant to be my cock. She’s taken over my life, and nobody’s any the wiser.
As a cock, all the autonomy I have left is my ability to get erect. I can grow long and hard, thick and swollen. I despise what I’ve become, a huge fuckstick between the legs of a girl I hate. We have a mental connection. Ever since we swapped places, Lynn’s never said my name. Not once. To her, I’m nothing but cock, nothing but a tool made to pleasure her, nothing but a body part on the body she stole.
I don’t sleep. I can’t. Every night, I’m left in isolation, not even Lynn to keep me company, meager as it is. While she’s asleep, I grow hard. I always do. Hard, and throbbing with need. Drooling from what used to be my mouth, soaking the sheets with my slimy secretions. I’m left like this, unable to satisfy the desire that permeates my entire body, the trembling I can feel in my very core, the pulsating of my whole being. I stand there, alone and begging for release, jutting 12 inches out of my owner’s crotch, until she wakes up.
She always greets me with mockery. “Who’s a good cock”, “what a naughty cock I have”, “I see someone’s begging for attention”. Then she grabs me, lightly, and strokes me, lightly, making sure the pressure inside only builds. But she doesn’t let me finish. As my need grows, her amusement does, too. She makes sure to keep me begging for as long as she’s able. When she herself can no longer endure, she unleashes me in the toilet, opening the floodgate that is my release. I cum litres. Way more than any cock should be able to. Cumming is the only thing that keeps me sane. The rush of ecstasy, the way my entire body twitches as my balls spew fort their seed, the release of all my pent up frustration, the pleasure of finally growing limp as blood retreats from my body. It’s at those times I can relax, that I can get a short reprieve from my existence as a cock.
But my frustration inevitably grows again. Lynn always puts me in compression shorts. They’re tight, pressing my entire body into itself, forming a massive bulge on her crotch. She knows I don’t like it. It’s why she does it. I’d much rather hang free, feeling the air upon my skin, not being hot and sweaty inside cramped underwear. But she knows, and she torments me as such. She’s stopped wearing skirts. She enjoys showing me off, showing the world her bulging pants, the way I stir when Lynn feeds me images of the women with their legs spread, presenting their rears for me to fuck, to cum inside, to impregnate, to fill to the brim with my seed.
I sometimes think my mind is being eroded. I sometimes feel myself thinking like a cock, of women, of pussies to fill. I can’t put it in words. I always return to my prior self after Lynn lets me cum, but I’m afraid I’ll end up breaking one day. To lose myself to the pleasure, to accept my identity as Cock the cock.
Today is gym class. It’s a special occasion, you could say. After Lynn returned to school in my body, she slowly conquered the girls in our class. They all know me now, three months later. Not many of them can take me inside them, even fewer all the way inside. But they all love me, even the ones that initially feared me. They’ve all made me cum. Lynn takes every opportunity she can to let them play with me. Before school, after school, during lunch, on the school’s roof, in the bathrooms, in the locker room. Wherever and whenever she can, she has someone else play with me. One of the girls has replaced her usual lunch with nothing but my cum. Every thursday, I get to pump her stomach full. Lynn tells me I taste delicious, but it’s not like I could do anything about it even if I wanted to.
Gym, however, is a special occasion. Our gym teacher is male. The girls have the locker room for themselves, and Lynn has taken the opportunity to create a game for everyone. When our bodies transformed, Lynn also attained the ability to disconnect me from her body. It’s as if I’m still connected to her, but I can be put anywhere, connected to anything, anyone. Not only can Lynn still feel me, but anyone I’m connected to can too. Lynn’s taken this strange side effect to let the girls fight for a chance to fuck her, she being one of the few that can take me in my entirety, enveloping me completely in her warm and soft embrace.
She leaves me in the locker room after everyone’s done changing. The girls take turns visiting me, doing whatever they please with me. Whoever does the best job gets the reward. The girls are inexperienced, they don’t know how to handle such a grotesquely massive cock. They fumble, they scrape me with their teeth. Everyone but one of them are lacking in certain ways, everyone but Alex. Alex was the first girl to be conquered by Lynn. She came to her of her own accord, having noticed the new bulge on my body, on Lynn’s body. I remember her from when I was still human. She was a pretty, tall redhead, with short dark hair and tanned skin. With perky B-cups and tanlines. From what Lynn has shown me, she hasn’t changed, but I never imagined she’d be the one to please me the way she does. She was the first girl I fucked, after myself, cumming deep inside her, after weeks of molding her pussy to my shape, to my size, so I could fit inside.
You would think she’d be the one to win every time gym class came around, but no, she has never won. She’s so adept at stimulating me, I always end up cumming. That’s the other rule. Whoever makes me cum is disqualified. It’s not because I can’t get hard again. Stroke me a little and I’m back at attention, right away. The rule is in place to give the other girls a chance. A chance to wield me and feel the pleasure I feel when I cum inside my own body, when I fill what used to be myself with liters of cum.
But today is different. When I feel Alex put her hands on me, she’s her usual self, hungrily covering my head with her mouth, sucking up all the precum she makes me drool, stroking my entire length with both her hands, sometimes massaging my balls. Her technique makes me throb with need immediately. Her tongue reaches places I never knew I had, teasing my slit, licking down whatever pre my body grants her. With treatment like this, I always cum within a minute. I can feel my orgasm building, growing more and more real with every stroke, with every touch. I can feel myself growing in her mouth as my scrotum tightens, my cum about to shoot down throat. Nothing can stop my release.
But then she pulls free and double wraps my base in a hair tie in one motion. Helping the blockage with both her hands, I can feel myself cumming, but having no release. I cum, but my balls remain swollen and full. I twitch. I spasm. But nothing comes, my entire being filled with need.
Gym is over. Alex didn’t let me cum. The next girl that entered had me cumming immediately, getting covered in all my sticky secretions. She would probably have to leave stealthily to not arouse suspicion. She didn’t touch me again after that first stroke. Despite her underhanded tactics, Alex was the one to win the game. Her turn to wield me, to get a monstrous cock attached to her, her turn to fuck my pussy. Lynn’s pussy.
The process is unceremonious. I get placed on Alex’ crotch, and we’re magically connected. I can feel myself back on a body, heat radiating from my base, Alex’s curious hands exploring me, finally getting to feel what she’s been doing to me all this time. The other girls gather around as Lynn lies on her back, watching as Alex bends me down, poking hear rear with my head. She’s teasing Lynn. Teasing me. Fucking a pussy is the best. I can’t wait Precum is constantly streaming out of me, I can’t wait any longer. As the teasing continues, Alex rubbing me all over Lynn’s butt, between her thighs, hotdogging her, pretending she’s going to penetrate, a gradually start seeing images of the locker room.
When Lynn’s aroused, she can’t help but send me mental pictures unintentionally. I can see the girls, the girls that used to idolize me, my friends turned fuck buddies. I see them all, Jessica, Lida. I see Mellanie, I see Leah, I see Charlie, and I see Alex, with me jutting out from between her legs, her short, unkempt hair, pert tits and deliciously wide hips. And I see her previously flat, toned stomach bulging, round, but not very large. I see the obviously pregnant girl with a 12 inch cock situate herself over Lynn, and when I feel myself penetrating her, the images in my mind disappear like smoke in the wind.
Alex’s vigorous, almost desperate thrusts into Lynn leave me little mental capacity to ponder her pregnancy. As I feel myself pumping in and out of the familiar pussy that I often use late at night when Lynn wants some extra stimulation, I think to the times I’ve cum inside Alex, the times her stomach has grown large with my seed. This time, it was large with my child, no doubt about it. Such an amount of sperm was bound to make her pregnant. An involuntary stint of satisfaction brushes over me, before Alex bottoms me out, making me lose my focus.
I’m all the way inside Lynn, girls probably still staring in amazement as my outline is visible on her abdomen. The warm wetness enveloping me feels like heaven, until Alex starts thrusting again, bottoming out with every pump. More blood rushes into me, the thought of a pregnant girl wielding me to fuck my own body driving me wild. I can feel my edge on the horizon, every motion, every twitch bringing it closer. My balls pull up, I can feel my insides churning, my mouth agape, awaiting the hot liquid I’m about to release. I twitch, I grow, I feel Lynn tighten around me, gripping me desperately, as Alex thrusts forward one last time, and I unleash myself all the way inside.
I can feel the resistance grow with each spurt, each and every heavenly spurt, as I fill Lynn’s womb with my own sperm, her own sperm. In between the bolts of pleasure I think to Alex’s pregnancy, to my life as a cock, and Lynn in my body. The cum has nowhere to go as it rushes out of me and into her womb, making her belly grow large and round, larger than Alex’s budding pregnant belly. As the jizz finally comes to a dribble, I wonder when Lynn herself is going to get pregnant, and whether the kid will be mine, her own, or perhaps Alex’s. I ponder on this as Alex revels in the afterglow of her first male orgasm, leaving me in the hot, wet clutches of Lynn’s pussy. Would the child resemble her transformed body? A voluptuous woman with a monster cock? Perhaps I could get used to this, if this is what I get used for, hoping that I’ll get to see Lynn’s stomach swollen with child in the months to come.