↜○○↝ Two Weeks Later ↜○○↝
Richard held the menu so Michelle could see it over his shoulder.
“What do you think? You want the thame as last time don’t you?”
Michelle nodded. Richard slurped the labia that had escaped with his lisp back into his mouth and closed the menu. Her job complete, Michelle coiled up in his coat’s fur-lined hood. The hood smelled like dick, a scent that she was already associating with comfortable, safe places. From here she could watch the scene play out in relative privacy.
The waitress approached wearing a smile like she’d just been handed a gift. Since the transformation, everyone they met seemed a little happier. It had taken Michelle a while to realize it had always been this way for Richard. Such was the life of a beautiful person.
After exchanging some exceptionally flirty pleasantries, she got down to business. “So what will you-- and your friend,” she said, nodding to the snake curled in his hood, “be having today?”
“Not friend, wife.” Richard explained, being careful to avoid s-words.
“Oh!” She chirped, looking again. A moment later, she recognized Michelle’s phallic features and put two and two together. Her grin melted, and her face went pale.
“Oh.”
Michelle had seen countless faces make the same transition in the past two weeks. Usually it was humiliating, but this time she was glad to see the flirty waitress set straight.
Richard cleared his throat. “We’ll have two large hot dogth--” he slurped his labia in. “Thank you.”
The waitress’s eyes bulged. “Of course, sir, and, uh, ma’am. Coming right up!” She hurried away.
When the hotdogs arrived, Michelle’s mouth filled with precum drool. She loved eating, and sausages had recently become her favorite food. It was less the taste and more the mind-numbing bliss that came with swallowing a big, meaty sausage. Richard pulled the hot dog from its bun, held it above his shoulder, and Michelle went to work sucking it down. She could have gummed the morsel into chunks, but she swallowed it whole. Everything about the experience was pure bliss: the way it stretched and tickled her urethra-esophagus all the way down to her base. It took a full minute of swallowing again and again to pull the food into Richard’s body, and every moment was build-up to a full-body orgasm.
Cumming was impossible as long as she was swallowing, but considering how hyper-sensitive she got after an orgasm, that was for the best. Eating always brought them right to the brink. Usually this meant a quick trip to the bathroom so Richard could finish into the toilet, or, if they were at home, she’d cum straight into his pussy-mouth.
This time, after dabbing away the grease and precum around her lips, he looked at his watch.
“Oh Jeeze. We’re running late for Ms. Bandister. Should we skip the trip to the restroom?” he lisped.
Michelle shook her head, nuzzling it into the crook of Richard’s neck for that extra bit of stimulation.
Richard stood and headed for the door. “Sorry, honey. We really, really can’t afford to miss this.”
Michelle was flabbergasted. How dare he! Couldn’t he feel how firm she was? How her veins throbbed with aching need? He should be stroking and caressing her, not dashing off. She could feel the ‘dogs winding their way down her length, around the coils in his hood and into his coat toward his crotch. She craved release, but not if it meant spewing cum in public!
Richard made a direct line for the subway station, pushing his way through the lunch-hour crowd. Michelle tapped her snout urgently against the back of his neck, but all he did was whisper an apology. That bastard!
It wasn’t like him to ignore her like this. The first week after the change, he kept the alphabet board out all day. He asked her what they should do, where they should go, what movie they should watch. It was exhausting. He switched mostly to simple yes-no questions this past week, much to her relief. Either way, he had always respected her answers. Until now. Michelle seethed with silent rage. How dare he ignore her like she was nothing but some unwanted erection!
The last of the food passed from Michelle’s body into Richard’s just as he crowded into the subway train. She wanted to press her face between his stupid, drooling lips or rub herself until she spewed all over the other passengers, but she despised acting cock-like in public. She curled into a tight coil and stayed as still as possible, waiting for the sexual urge to die down. How she hated doing this! She spent the rest of the trip to Ms. Bandister’s office plotting her revenge.
The meeting with their insurance agent, Ms. Bandister, had been Michelle’s idea. She’d spent hours with Richard at the alphabet-board, painstakingly spelling out the perfect argument for how she had been sufficiently reduced to justify paying out her life insurance. Richard carried the whole thing in a manilla envelope, ready to whip it out if the agent gave them any trouble.
Ms. Bandister took one look at Michelle’s spongy cock-face and green-stamped the claim, no argument needed. Michelle wilted at the hollow victory. It was really that obvious, wasn’t it? The disappointment made the unfulfilled ache in their balls that much worse.
Payback for Richard’s snub came that evening. He slipped into bed, gave Michelle’s face-glans a kiss goodnight, and instantly fell asleep, as usual. It still bothered her how quickly he could drift off, perhaps even more now that she was no longer capable of sleep herself. Penises don’t sleep, it turned out. Instead, her mind had a way of skipping through dull, idle times. She remained semi-conscious during the skip, sensing things and having the occasional-- usually sexual-- thought, but it was all distant and detached until something interesting snapped her awake. This happened any time she got bored, and it took some effort not to let large chunks of the day slip away.
Normally she let the night skip by, but tonight was different. She laid her chin against one of her body’s more prominent veins and waited until the thrumming of Richard’s heartbeat slowed to that of deep sleep. Then, very carefully, she maneuvered to the bedside table, wrapped her mouth around his phone, and brought it back under the sheets with her. Only after setting several silent alarms did she allow her mind to skip.
A buzzing under her chin informed her when 1:00 AM had rolled around. During her skip, she’d been envisioning what role she would play in a foursome. The phone’s vibration sent a blissful tingle through her head. She opened wide and took the whole phone into her mouth. The alarm’s buzz was doubly intense from inside. She pictured a man forcing his enormous cock down her throat. She’d play her tongue up and down his urethra, around the swell of the head, giving pleasure like only a cock could. Between the phone, the fantasy, and a little practiced head-rubbing, it wasn’t long before she came.
With a twist of her back, she spewed a geyser of cum between Richard’s stomach and the sheets. She unleashed jet after jet around her bodymate, and the corners of her mouth lifted as much the pleasurable spasms allowed. Michelle spent her afterglow gleefully watching Richard wake up and realize he was laying in a puddle of his own cum. The chore of changing the soiled sheets was his alone. She was just a cock, after all.
“It’s okay, honey. You’ll get this under control thoon,” Richard muttered as he worked. “I believe in you.”
This upset Michelle. She wanted annoyed anger, not pity. She found herself regretting the prank and then getting frustrated at Richard for turning her victory into a mistake. Once the new sheets were in place, he lovingly wiped her head clean with an extra-soft tissue, gave her another kiss goodnight, and fell back asleep.
During all this, Michelle kept his phone concealed in her mouth. She let it slide free and laid still, waiting for the skip to come, resolving not to resort to any more passive-aggressive pranks.
This resolution lasted until 4:00 AM when the next vibrating alarm went off.
It wasn’t about getting back at Richard anymore. No, this time she was simply horny. She even made an attempt to minimize the mess by sprawing toward the edge of the bed, but it was less successful than she hoped. The sheets had to be changed again, and Richard didn’t say a word the entire time.
Things were cold between them the next day. Michelle skipped most of the daylight hours curled in Richard’s coat.
That evening, Richard reached into a shopping bag and pulled out a strip of condoms, each one as large as a saucer. At first, Michelle was amused by the sight of the comically oversized prophylactics, but her mood turned to dread when he tore one free and started opening it.
“I know, I know,” he said. “It’s just until you stop having wet dreams. Come here.”
Michelle retreated into the safety of her foreskin, but Richard grabbed her and peeled it back. She did her best to struggle, but he easily overpowered her, pressing her nose into the bubble at the condom’s tip and unrolling it over her body. A deeply-ingrained instinct to keep her airways clear screamed an alarm, but she calmed when she remembered that she hadn’t taken a breath in two weeks. Through the condom, the entire world looked like a reflection in a fogged-up mirror. She tried to slide free, but the rubber-band base gripped her belly tight.
Richard’s goodnight kiss felt distant through the latex sheathe.
Michelle was thoroughly humiliated. She must have looked ridiculous stuffed in a giant condom. It was completely undignified. The latex squeaked as she coiled up atop Richard’s crotch. It was an undignified way to treat a human, but a normal and acceptable way to treat a cock. And that was what she was now, wasn’t it? At least in part? A human could have resisted cumming in the sheets, she told herself. Maybe she deserved this.
No! That was a horrible thought. She wouldn’t let spending a few weeks, months, or even years as a cock rob her of her humanity.
However, the fact that she was already throbbing at the prospect of having a little midnight fun did not bode well.
↜○○↝ Eight Months Later ↜○○↝
Richard stood in front of the bathroom sink and brushed his new, plastic teeth. Memories of drinking that fateful cup of water eight months ago always came flooding back when he stood here. Michelle slithered over the counter and dutifully rested her head on the toilet seat.
“Here it comes,” he lisped, relaxing his bladder. Michelle’s body stiffened as the stream of urine filled her, but she kept her face in the toilet bowl and didn’t spill a drop.
Richard’s physical relief mingled with gratitude. Those first few weeks of forcing Michelle’s face into the toilet every time he had to pee had been a deeply guilty experience. His bladder got painfully full every day. Once, he’d been unable to find a restroom in time. He shoved Michelle’s head into a planter and relieved himself. After that, Michelle’s resistance turned to helpfulness, and now urinating was even more convenient than it had been before he had a self-aiming, sentient cock. She even started using her tongue to redirect the stream of piss as a sort of game.
He inserted his fake teeth. It wasn’t comfortable, but they at least got rid of his lisp and kept his labia from escaping his lips. He left the water running so Michelle could rinse the taste of urine from her mouth. Now it was time to get dressed.
“So I figure we’ll go for a quick walk around the park, then head to work. That sound good?” Richard didn’t look away from the closet; he could feel her nod in response.
There was no hiding Michelle under a big fluffy coat in these hot summer months. The outfit of choice was a floral-print hawaiian shirt and a pair of specially-modified shorts. He guided Michelle between his legs and through the extra opening in the back of the pants. This way, she looked more like a chimera’s snake-tail than a cock, at least at first glance. A long sweater-like tube completed the disguise. The knit was loose enough that she could see through the holes, but tight enough that it was impossible for others to see the veins and bulbous, blushing face that marked her as a dick.
Before sliding Michelle into her sweater, he reached into the bedside drawer and lifted one of their oversized condoms.
“Think you’ll need one of these today?”
Michelle seemed to consider for a moment and then shook her head. This made Richard nervous, but he obeyed her wishes and stowed the condom.
“Alright, but no funny business, you hear me?”
She tilted her head as if to say ‘who, me?’ and Richard sighed. If it were up to him, she’d be wearing one every day. She seemed to be having a really difficult time controlling herself recently.
This was not precisely true.
Michelle had already decided she was going to fuck Richard in public today. These days, her acts of rebellion weren’t a matter of petty revenge. The winter months had been hard on her. Boredom and helplessness gave way to depression and hopelessness. But as spring rolled around and outfits started getting more revealing, she’d found a new hobby: exhibitionism.
She took her standard position draped over Richard’s shoulders, and he made his way out into the hustle and bustle of the city. From here, she had an excellent vantage point for peering down the cleavage of women. This had been one of the most startling revelations of spring: she was now attracted to women.
The subway was crowded, and Richard was left standing with a few other passengers. One of these was a stunningly-beautiful dark-skinned woman, probably headed to one of the fashion agencies or modeling studios uptown. She read a book on her phone, completely oblivious to Michelle’s stare. Michelle spent a moment appreciating the view offered by the plunging neckline of the woman’s powder-blue sun-dress, then unwound herself from Richard’s shoulders and ventured down his leg. Moving slowly, she slithered under the trim of the woman’s dress and peered upward. Her dark-red panties wrapped tight around the lips of her pussy. A small bulge betrayed her abnormally-large clitorous. Michelle was willing to bet that was one secret the woman didn’t think she’d be sharing when she got dressed that morning.
Richard took a step backwards, yanking her away. He wrapped her around one of his arms. He’d caught her peeking again. The shame only stoked the embers of her arousal. She nuzzled against his hand, edging herself with subtle movements.
It took an incredible amount of willpower, but she waited until they were in the middle of the park to start masturbating in earnest. Other park-goers noticed the strange movements of Richard’s “tail” as she rubbed against his body.
“No, honey, please!” he gasped in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. He was acting like he didn’t want this, but Michelle could read the truth in his heartbeat. She had only recently recognized the true power she held from her position as Richard’s cock: controlling their libido. Any time she got herself worked up, Richard started drooling with arousal and making irrational, horny-minded decisions.
He couldn’t stop her. Holding her head steady left the rest of her length free to writhe against his body. There was a line outside the nearest port-o-john, and so he was forced to wade into the brush of a nearby wooded area and hope no one noticed.
Richard sat with his back against a tree, popped out his fake teeth, and plunged two fingers into his mouth. As he sucked, all sorts of emotions crossed his face: annoyance, embarrassment, relief, sexual bliss. The hand that wasn’t pumping between his lips yanked Michelle’s knitted sweater loose, grasped her behind the head, and started jerking her off.
She loved to see him this way, reduced to nothing more than a helpless quivering mass, hastily hidden and just barely out of sight. A group of park goers jogged along a trail that ran mere feet from where they were sitting. Would they hear his helpless, whimpering moans or smell the scent of sex? The possibility only made the situation that much hotter.
Michelle waited until Richard’s juices dribbled down his chin. He was ready. It started as a kind of kiss. She pressed her lips against his, turning her head head and opening her mouth so their tongues could play together. This was always a pleasure, and likely doubly so for Richard since he could feel both sides of the equation. She liked to draw this phase out, tease him a little. Then, when she couldn’t resist the urge any longer, she shut her mouth dove forward, forcing herself past Richard’s lips.
She was inside. It was a sightless, soundless void of pure and total pleasure. Richard’s lips slurped over her cheeks, lathering her face in a coat of femlube. She pushed her nose against the vaginal opening hidden in her husband’s mouth, stretching it around her head until the ridge of her glans popped inside with a starburst of bliss. She knew she could press further down his throat, but the initial penetration was so delightful she often spent her time passing in and out of that muscular ring.
Outside, Richard grabbed hold of her body and used her like a giant, living dildo. Michelle relaxed and enjoyed the ride, trying to prolong the experience by thinking of boring things like paperwork, meetings, and other un-sexy things from her before-life. Those memories grew harder to recall every day.
When she felt her climax coming, she opened her jaws wide, stretching the velvety flesh of Richard’s passage and lodging herself inside. This was mostly a reflex, but it also kept Richard from yanking her free at the best part. He moaned loudly. The vibrations sent flickers of bliss down Michelle’s spine as her urethra worked to pull a hot load of semen the reverse direction. The first jet was much larger than normal. His throat-passage spasmed rhythmically as it filled with his own cum. Her face was submerged, and she could feel the excess cum running along the outside of her body in the cool air. Re-swallowing some of the jizz might have prevented a mess, but she always loved hearing Richard invent excuses to explain the damp spots on his clothes.
Finally, the orgasm petered off, and Richard pulled her free. She popped into the blinding light of day, followed by a gush of fresh cum. Richard tried to catch his breath, making wholling undignified gurgling and queefing sounds all the while. Most of the cum in his throat splattered onto the ground in stringy dollops, but he would be dabbing the edges of his mouth with a handkerchief for the next few hours. It only took one person noticing an errant dribble of semen to form that habit.
“Did you hear that?” came the voice of a woman on the trail. She was so close, Michelle could have slithered over and touched her. Richard held his breath and grabbed her head as if he was worried she’d do just that.
“Probably just a bird or raccoon or something,” said her friend. “Let’s go.”
Richard looked at her with a distraught, yet satisfied look his eyes.
“Why, Michelle?”
Michelle opened her mouth as if to speak, and a glob of semen rolled down her chin.
There’s your reason, Michelle thought. Because I’m a big, throbbing cock, and that’s what cocks do.
↜○○↝ Two Years Later ↜○○↝
“Black or blue?” Richard asked, holding two suit jackets like a human balance-scale. He returned the black coat to the closet without waiting for a response.
“Good point, honey. Blue is more fun, and this is supposed to be a fun night.”
Michelle did not have an opinion on the color of Richard’s suit, and he knew it. She had gradually stopped answering most of those yes-no questions, and Richard had started making his own decisions. Over the past year Richard’s constant requests for Michelle’s input had transformed into a sort of verbalized internal monologue that continued nonstop whenever they were alone. Michelle was glad she no longer had to form opinions on tedious things like which job should he take and which condo should they move into, but she sometimes wished he’d just stay quiet, that she hadn’t stopped him from drinking that glass of tainted water. Sometimes.
Not that she was wholly disconnected from the parts of Richard’s life that didn’t involve masturbation, eating, or peeing. It had tended toward that direction recently, but tonight he had surprised her with a very interesting announcement.
He was going on a date.
“I think you’re really going to like her,” continued the unceasing monologue as Richard popped in his teeth. He lifted up the toilet seat. Michelle lowered herself from his shoulders and slithered toward the door.
Richard gave an exasperated sigh. “Come on, honey we really don’t have time for this tonight.” He grabbed the base of her shaft and pulled her hand-over-hand until he held her head. This he shoved into the toilet and held still until a stream of yellow urine flowed from Michelle’s nostrils.
“I really thought we had this down. Bad girl.”
The scolding made Michelle throb with excitement. She didn’t mind the act of peeing, but she loved when Richard degraded her. It was the latest kink in her ever-expanding collection of deviancy. As with the rest, it would eventually pass to Richard. Perhaps he’d ask his date to scold him in the after-meal fuck that was bound to happen. After all, you didn’t date a guy with a sentient cock unless you’re hoping he’d invite you up to the apartment after.
Richard gave Michelle a kiss and carefully coiled her down into his slacks with the specially-enlarged groin. They didn’t hide the fact that he was transformed, but they at least kept people guessing exactly what kind of equipment he was packing in that bulge.
“I’m not using a condom tonight. If you’re good, I’ve got a super special surprise for you. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
Wrapped in her cotton cocoon, Michelle took a moment to reflect on the date’s significance. This meant that Richard had “moved on.” He was looking for a new relationship. He hadn’t even asked her permission, at least not that she could remember. Man and wife were now man and body part. Two years ago, the idea would have horrified her, but tonight she was glad. She was eager for company.
The next thing she knew, a streak of light ripped through the blackness as Richard unzipped. The sound of clinking dishes, subdued music, and people conversing flooded in. They were at the restaurant.
She tentatively poked her nose free of his slacks and found herself under a square table. A white tablecloth extended halfway to the floor, offering privacy that she would have appreciated at one point in her life. However, she was not fully alone. A pair of feminine legs protruded from the other side of the tablecloth. Dark pantyhose stretched from a pair of shiny flats up into a black slip dress that was stretched over an impressively wide set of hips. It was Richard’s date.
Michelle grew curious. Richard and this mystery woman were whispering to each other above the table, but she couldn’t make out the words. Her voice sounded familiar, but Michelle couldn’t place it. Judging the muffled giggles-- and the woozy way Michelle’s sense of balance lagged behind her movements-- they’d already had a couple drinks, and things were going well.
Richard’s side of the table cloth lifted, and a fork with a large meatball hovered to Michelle’s face. She slurped it with her usual gusto, rolling the juicy sphere around her tongue as lubricating precum welled up her throat. She swallowed it and the next few meatballs with increasing eagerness. Her head swelled with extra blood, and she found herself staring at the strange woman’s crossed, panty-hosed legs. What secrets was that black dress hiding?
Then, as though Richard had found his date on a psychics-only website, the woman’s legs unfolded. A feminine hand with long nails painted blood-red reached under the table and made a beckoning gesture. Michelle froze in disbelief, and for a moment the only movement under the table were the meatballs delightfully snaking their way down her length. She ventured forward until her nose tapped against the waiting hand. The woman’s fingers gently caressed her head, tracing her glans and exploring the folds of her foreskin. Above the table, she gave an impressed coo, and Richard mumbled something low and gravely.
Michelle felt like she was in a dream.
As the meatballs passed into the coils in Richard’s pants, the woman’s touching paused. She scooted down in her chair so that her hips were under the tablecloth. Her index finger traced an S-shaped trail between Michelle’s eyes to the tip of her nose, then pointed down toward her crotch. Michelle couldn't believe what was happening, but she didn’t need a second invitation. She slithered over the woman’s hand and dipped her head into the dark cave of the woman’s slip. Her pantyhose buzzed against Michelle’s veins. Richard’s voice grew urgent, and he reached under the table and grasped Michelle. The woman date murmured something. He released her.
Yes, Michelle thought, she is as eager as I am! Of course no amount of horniness would allow a normal woman to take Michelle’s impressive girth, but this didn’t discourage her. She ran her hyper-sensitive tongue over her lips, smearing them with precum. Eating the woman out would be quite pleasurable for the both of them. She’d had plenty of practice.
The date spread her legs and pulled up her skirt, illuminating the cave. Michelle caught sight of the woman’s pussy. The woman’s pussy caught sight of her.
A pair of green, human eyes opened sleepily above woman’s slit. Upon seeing Michelle, they snapped wide and stared in shock. The vulva below the eyes twitched in surprise. It was massive. Sausage-like Inner labia, blushing the color of raw liver, protruded from pussy lips the size of hamburger buns. Its muscular jerk made a soft, wet sound. A droplet of fragrant fem-lube landed between Michelle’s eyes.
Michelle licked her forehead clean and wondered how she looked to this pussy. Her black, lidless orbs lacked the pussy’s human expressiveness. They gave no hint that there was anything more than an animal’s simple, instinct-driven brain behind them. Considering what she was about to do, perhaps that was for the best.
She slithered closer, and the eyes glanced about in obvious panic. The meaty folds below fluttered and jumped as if she-- or he, or whoever was trapped between the woman’s legs-- was trying to beg her to stop. All this motion spread a sheen of fluid over the pussy’s folds that only served to entice Michelle. Her new friend appeared to be much newer to being a part of someone else’s body, but she would teach her. Lesson one: It didn’t matter what she wanted. She was just a pussy, and her owner had already consented.
Michelle extended her fat, wide tongue and ran it up between the pussy’s swollen labia, ending with a gentle nibble of the raspberry-sized clit at the top. The musky, fishy taste of womanhood. The green eyes rolled back in bliss, and Michelle took heart. They would both enjoy this.
Before anyone above the table had a chance to change their mind, Michelle set her nose at the glistening base of the vulva. Then, as if welcoming her, the pussy winked. Not the eyes, but the pussy itself. It drew up, opening the fleshy lips like a starving mouth. Michelle took the invitation, pressed forward, and slid inside.
The date’s pussy was not nearly as tight as the one in Richard’s mouth, but it made up for this with extraordinary strength. Concentric bands of muscle gripped Michelle behind the head and pulled her inside with a muffled slurp. Michelle slid her tongue up and down the slick and spongy walls as she pressed deeper into the clenching, twitching tunnel. Beneath the table, the two ex-humans entered a separate, private little world where all logic and social conscience were swapped for simple ecstasy and lust.
Above the table, Richard and Megana stared deep into each other's eyes, panting through open mouths as their once-spouses got re-acquainted with each other. They gripped handfulls of tablecloth, trying not to moan too loud. One of the suited professional-types at the table next to them whispered something to his associate, who ventured a furtive glance in their direction before breaking into an awkward chuckle.
Richard, who had long ago caught Michelle’s early penchant for exhibitionism, found the humiliation of being noticed all the more exciting. He started sucking on his thumb. Across the table, Megana’s eyes were locked absently forward as muscles all through her body twitched with bliss.
Richard was a little embarrassed at how quickly he came. The moment the last meatball passed from Michelle’s body into his own, his balls lifted and shot a torrent of cum deep into Megan. Her jaw dropped, her eyelids fluttered, and she heaved a guttural moan. Conversation in the restaurant went silent. All eyes turned to them. Richard could hear the pitter patter of globs of cum dripping onto the tile floor below.
When they finally stood to leave the restaurant, people stared and pointed at the large, moist patches on their crotches. The smell had long since driven the nearby tables away. Shame drizzled down Richard’s inner thigh, and he frowned thinking about just how far from normal he had fallen. Seeing this, Megan wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled him into a kiss. The new couple held hands as they walked out of the restaurant and into their new life together.
Beneath their clothes, their genitals stirred. They would soon discover that new partners were their old rivals, but they wouldn’t care. It only mattered that they were getting laid. Typical thoughts for sexual organs.
↜○○↝ Three Years Later ↜○○↝
Richard wondered what was happening.
He stood naked in the center of The Grand Karma’s penthouse. Surrounding him, sitting on couches and chairs and standing when there wasn’t room, were forty-five other people, all nude, many of them transformed. They murmured excitedly to each other. Some readied their phones for filming while others were already stroking their cocks and/or teasing their pussies. Anderson and Jan were fucking openly, but even they were engaged doggy-style so they could watch.
These were the members of The Grand Karma Sex Society. It started on Megana and Richard’s second date when she invited Brent from suite 803 to join them in a threesome. Poor Brent had been reduced to a pile of breasts and penises after taking his nightly shower in the tainted water, and she had been acting as his caretaker. Megana explained that it hardly counted as a threesome since he was more of a sex toy than a person at that point, and Richard had agreed. It was a titillating dynamic. At least at first.
When the novelty wore off, they invited other transformed residents to join them. When they ran out of people from the building, Megana and Richard invited outside perverts to join them. Now each orgy was a chaotic, twisting heap of transformed flesh, something from the paintings of the eternal rut of Karma’s realm. Keeping things interesting was a kinky sort of arms race, with Michelle always leading the way, always pushing Richard out of his comfort zone and dragging him to new levels of depravity.
A little uncertainty was titillating, but this time Richard was completely in the dark. Megana held Michelle’s head and placed something cold and delicate into her mouth. It vibrated with a living, energy, like an insect trapped in a cage. Michelle curled toward Richard and spat the object into his hand. It was a glass vial, filled with a quivering, pearlescent liquid.
“Demon cum?” he asked. Michelle locked eyes with him and gave a single nod. It was a request, a dare.
The intelligence in Michelle’s gaze surprised him. It had been so long since she’d sown interest in anything but sex, he’d assumed her brain had been fully replaced with spongy cockflesh.
Richard looked down at the thimble-sized vial in his hand. He embraced the spiral of their lives into depravity, but this was crazy. There had been an inkling growing in his mind that it had to end this way. It came in flashes in the heights of lust, during orgasms, images of his own body shifting and twisting into something just as lewd as what his wife had become. The thoughts were not his own, but he felt drawn to them nonetheless.
Could he do it?
Richard gave Michelle a final kiss, uncorked the phial, and swallowed the demon-cum. It had the same musky taste as normal semen, but stronger and with an efervescent quality that tickled his pussy-throat on the way down. This tickle quickly spread throughout his body. Their fate, whatever it was, had been sealed.
The other members of the sex club chattered, cheered, and moaned as they watched the changes take hold of their most handsome member. Richard wasn’t even sure what they were reacting to until a lock of his hair drifted past his face. He was going bald. Moments later, every hair on his body sat in a small pile at his feet, leaving him completely hairless from head to toe. The gravity of his decision sank in, and a pang of anxiety and regret welled in his chest. He leaned forward and tried to push the d-cum from his pussy-mouth, but not a drop escaped.
His nipples grew erect, and there was the strangest sensation of pressure growing under them, like someone was pumping air into his chest. His areola expanded into large bumpy patches as his nipples swelled from hardly noticeable bumps to womanly, then motherly, than inhumanly large teats. A pillow of breast tissue billowed beneath, the sudden weight pulling his chest down to the ground. Richard groped his rapidly swelling jugs only to find that they were already more than a handful. This was due not only to their size but also a shortening and thickening of his fingers.
“Paws?” he muttered, watching his thumbs recede into his wrists. This shocked declaration would be his last word.
All over his body, pleasured spasms of change competed for his attention. For the second time in his life, he lost track of what he was. Glimpses offered him some hints as to his final form: a cracking of his spine caused him to pitch forward and catch himself on his new paws. The fall sent his breasts jostling, the originals and newly forming ones below. His guts tied themselves in knots as Michelle, his asshole, and his balls twisted into some new, unfamiliar configuration. He tried to crane his neck to see but found he had no neck to turn.
The strangest sucking sensation pulled Richard’s head into his shoulders. Eyes, ears, and nose were lost in an instant. Richard’s jaw relaxed and was reabsorbed, leaving his mouth-pussy hanging open so all could see its own extreme transformation. His inner labia blossomed free as they swelled from delicate ribbons into curtains of plump, rubbery flesh. His former lips went limp and split vertically, becoming nothing more than a puffy labial pad to frame the massive, engorged pussy that had replaced his head.
The thought that he would now be able to take even larger cocks made his pussy quiver and rumble a bass, guttural queef that the spectators felt as much as heard. A stream of femcum dribbled down his chest and dripped from the tip of a teat-like nipple. Behind him, Michelle was being stroked by someone. His balls, balls that felt extraordinarily large and heavy, lifted ponderously before shooting what felt like a gallon of cum up Michelle’s length.
Michelle was lost to the ecstasy of transformation. The torrent of cum forced its way past her pathetic reverse-swallows, bursting forth onto the woman who’d been bold enough to risk giving the transforming creature a hand-job. She was so covered, Michelle thought she looked like a scoop of vanilla ice cream that had been left out in the sun.
Post-orgasm clarity, what little there was these days, delivered Michelle into disbelief. Disbelief that Richard had actually gone through with it. Disbelief shifted into relief that she seemed relatively unchanged and matured into a powerful curiosity about what kind of creature she was now connected to.
The cum-drenched woman must have anticipated this, because she turned Michelle’s head to face a nearby mirror. She hadn’t gotten off as unchanged as she thought. Her own body had received an equine makeover, complete with raised medial ring, pink and brown mottled skin, and a trumpet-shaped flare that ended at the back of her skull, giving her a cobra-like look. Her length was about the same, but she was thicker, about the same radius as a thigh.
Her body now extended from the base of Richard’s spine like a vulgar cock-shaped tail. Nestled below, in the crook of their connection, puckered a large, equine asshole that protruded several inches past their cheeks. This she found that she could flex at will, and, judging from the jolts of pleasure that rocketed down her length with each movement, it was just as sensitive as the pussy she’d had as a human. Hanging in a dark-skinned sack just below were a pair of bowling-ball sized testes. These too were now under Michelle’s control, though their motions were limited to lifting and churning.
Richard hadn’t gotten off so easy.
Her bodymate had been reduced to a sexualized beast. His overall shape was like a lion’s, but his four-legged stance had reversed during the transformation, leaving his paws facing toward Michelle’s side of the body. Cementing the impression that she was now at the front of their body, was the prominent sex that sat where Richard’s neck should have started. A clitorous not much smaller than a woman’s fist peered from the folds, the rear-most point of their new body. Flamboyant curtains of pink pussyflesh formed a vulva as beautiful to Michelle’s eyes as any flower. The mighty lips winked open and slapped shut several times. An attempt at speech? The best Richard could manage was another deep queef that roused chuckles from the audience.
Above the pussy sat a small, fleshy tail, always curled up and back, presenting their sex (not that the small length would have any hope of covering it). Richard flicked the tail over their clit sending a shock of sensation through their body that was so intense they nearly collapsed. The pendulum-swing from their three pairs of breasts sent them off balance a second time.
Megana walked to the center of the room, her own oversized pussy squishing with each step. She stood next to the new creature and raised her arms to silence the crowd.
“Richard is no more.” She announced. Several transformees nodded their heads in grave agreement. “This creature is our newest full-time pet: Rochelle! Let’s give her the kind of welcome only the Grand Karma can!”
Michelle learned several things about their new body during the ensuing orgy. For one, she was now in control of their legs. She was so unused to moving about with limbs, she tripped several times in the undulating sea of flesh. Another discovery was that their nipples were the perfect size for adult mouths. The first woman who tried sucking one arose licking droplets of milk from her lips and proclaimed the milk they gave was absolutely delicious. After that, there were always at least one partygoer suckling at their teats. Michelle even wrapped around to try some herself and found that their sweet, warm cream lived up to its reputation.
The whirlwind of fucking and sucking lasted so long, only a heavily transformed cock monster could truly enjoy it. Eventually Michelle was exhausted, and her flared head popped free from some massive pussy followed by a drizzle of cum. She cracked her eyes to see that it was Richard’s own “mouth” she had been inside. Dried bodily fluids caked on their skin. Michelle found herself being pulled partially into her new sheathe, leaving just her head exposed above their asshole.
It was dark outside, and the penthouse was empty save themselves and Megana.
“Did you have fun, dear?” Megana asked Michelle. She made a slow lap around ‘Rochelle’s’ new body, pausing to pinch one of Richard’s labia and to heft one of Michelle’s balls using both of her hands. She gave Michelle a long, romantic kiss on her mottled-pink lips. “You’re going to love being our new pet. Now come. It’s time to go home.”
Michelle’s massive balls churned with uncertainty. It had been so long since she made any decisions at all, she latched onto the simplicity of Megana’s command, and awkwardly padded after their new owner. Richard quivered behind and wagged their tail, trying to communicate. What, she didn’t know. Happiness? Excitement? She hoped he didn’t regret the decision, but she knew he would grow to love being a pussy. Eventually.
Megana was a caring but strict owner. Rochelle was expected not to make a mess in a room without a drain, and to always stay close enough to touch when on leash. These leashes were affixed either to a thick brass ring that was pierced through Richard’s clitoral hood, or, occasionally, to Michelle’s new prince Albert. Michelle had hated the piercings at first, but she learned to appreciate the pleasure they could offer when tweaked at a key moment during sex.
With Richard relegated to a sexual organ and Michelle’s mind conditioned to follow any order that came their way, their life became a simple routine. They were happy as long as there was love to be made.
And lovemaking was never in short supply at The Grand Karma.
The End
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