Chick for a Dick: Chick Chats with Her Dick

Getting undressed was more of a challenge than Jen expected. Being unfamiliar with women’s clothing, she didn’t realize the skirt had clasps she needed to release to allow her enough slack to work the waistline past her rounded hips and enhanced ass. Add to that the fact that her dick was at full mast and was sticking out of one of the leg holes of her panties complicated her wardrobe issues.

With a frustrated growl, she gave a firm push. Her skirt ripped as it stretched over her shapely assets and she felt the lace of her panties slide across the top of her dick before it bounced back up. Her cock let out a giggle as is wobbled from the momentum before coming to rest, standing at full mast between her feminine legs.

Jen stared in shock at her nude reflection in the three mirrors. She twisted her hips to get a better view of herself. Her body was even more enticing than she would have imagined. Her toned stomach, shapely hips, full tits, and round bubbly ass were exquisite. She was absolutely gorgeous and drop dead sexy. The body was a flawless example of feminine beauty… except for the foot long cock and full scrotum proudly on display between her legs.

The image was unsettling to her. Both because it seemed so impossible that such a vision of womanly beauty would have such an absurdity male appendage, and because she could feel her arousal being further flamed by the sight of the hard rod. She couldn't help but reached up and cupped her left breast while her right hand reached down to grasp the shaft. Small, soft, delicate fingers gripping her cock made it twitch in her hand which now felt totally foreign to her. Her memories recalled Jon’s large, rough hands firmly grabbing his meat. Not these soft, dainty ones she now possessed. Looking up from her crotch and back up towards her reflection rewarded her with the sight of the beautiful girl stroking her dick and fondling her tits. Jen and her cock let out simultaneous gasps of arousal, and Jen felt a slick wetness traveling down her legs. Her mind was going into sensory overload when a voice caught her attention.

“Fuck, Jen. Usually when you’re this horny there’s someone around for some fun. Don’t keep me waiting. Who is it this time?”

Jen looked down at her penis, its mouth and face already coated with the wet sheen of precum it was drooling. Jen could only look at the impressive tool in silence, trying to fight back her wild imagination as she pictured her self getting impaled by the raging hard-on rather than using it to fuck someone else. Her expression must have been unusual, because her dick seemed to break out of its lust and looked up at her with concern.

“You, ok?”

“No. I am definitely not ok.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m a girl!”

The expression on her cock’s face shifted from concern to confusion. “Um… yeah? I mean, what else would you be?”

“A BOY!” Jen shrieked.

“Wh-what?”

“I used to be a guy! My name is Jon Gibson! At least it WAS until that stupid stone turned me into this!” she bellowed, gesturing at her body.

Karyn couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She went back and forth between looking up at Jen’s face and staring at their combined reflection in the mirror. She stood fully erected between her best friend’s legs, just like she had wished for. But according to Jen, she was actually some boy name “Jon.” Karyn was no stranger to the reality warping powers of the stone. She had experienced them first hand. From Jen’s behavior, Karyn knew she had to be telling the truth. But try as she might, Karyn could not recall any memories of “Jon.”

“Shit…” was all Karyn could manage.

“Yeah. Shit. It’s all shit. I can’t believe this happened to me! I was having a good time with the stone, but this is not what I had in mind!”

Karyn felt herself soften, dread cutting through her arousal. “Wha… what do you mean?”

“I was making wishes all day. It was a blast. Didn’t even need to wait to get to school. I started the day by changing some girl into my dog and then gave her a dog dick for good measure.”

Karyn’s jaw dropped. “M-Miranda?! She’s a person?”

Jen shrugged. “She used to be. Besides, it was a little payback for Amanda.”

“Amand- oh no… you didn’t.”

“I didn’t. It was Miranda who turned her into a dog in the first place. One of the wishes made at the party last Saturday. Amanda stole Miranda’s boyfriend or something. Well, now Miranda has the right body and equipment to be Amanda’s boyfriend. Now they’ll get along better then ever.”

Karyn listened on in shocked silence. The family dogs… were people. And Karyn had no idea. Nobody did. Not even the dogs themselves. The only one who did know was Jen. And by they way Karyn’s body was beginning to harden again, not only did Jen not see anything wrong with it… she enjoyed it.

“There was also Anal Bitch,” Jen said. Karyn’s eyes widened. She had just seen her. Hell, they had just fucked her! Did Jen change her on her way out?

“Wha… what did you do to her?”

Jen smiled. She actually smiled! “You didn’t notice?”

If Karyn still had her own blood and not Jen’s coursing through her veins, it would have run cold. Jen didn’t change her after we had sex… she was transformed before we even started!

“No,” Karyn whispered in disbelief. Jen’s smile widened to an impish grin, mistaking Karyn’s horrific shock for riveted curiosity.

“It started with Zoe. Kim was making her life hell and Zoe made a wish. Well, Kim was also under the power of the party wish and was transformed into Zoe’s ass. It got me thinking, so I replicated the wish on a couple of her classmates and wished to be able to fuck them right away. Didn’t realize that I basically turned them into the school’s communal fuck toy. But it keeps her ass full and lets everyone else blow off steam, so it’s basically a win-win.”

A person… is now trapped as a butt? Shit! Two people!

“I changed their names just for the fun of it. Didn’t even bother to find out what their real names were. Then there was also turning Ms. Lee’s civics class into a sex class, making it so everyone who was in the class first period would swap privates with anyone they got off during that time of they day, made it so Zoe and Anal Bitch don’t shit like normal person, and changed that creeper Bobby into an assistant for Anal Bitch.”

Karyn felt sick. The world was spinning and if she still had a stomach she was sure she would be throwing up. Instead, a surge of precum erupted through her body and oozed out in a long stream towards the floor. Jen was ruining people’s lives, and not only was she listing off her victims like she was reading a shipping list, she was getting off on it!

“And then that BITCH made me change myself into a chick! At least she got what she deserved,” Jen raged. Karyn was too horrified to dare ask what had happened to that poor girl, buy she knew it couldn’t be good. Jen was a monster! This was not the person Karyn remembered. The best friend she knew was kind and giving, an adorable dork, a loyal companion to her only-

“Of fuck.”

Dread filled Karyn. There was one big change to Jen’s life: Karyn. They were best friends. Each other’s only friends. They were there for each other, always helping one another. They looked out for each other and didn’t let the assholes at school get to them. When Jen accidentally made Karyn her dick, she realized what a mistake she had made and worked hard to find a way to reverse it. But now, Jen was alone in the world. She had no support. She didn’t have any hard lessons that taught her to respect the power of the stone. Instead, she was an angry girl with the power of a god lashing out at anyone who crossed her for her own amusement. And Karyn’s wish had caused it.

“Karyn is normal!”

Silence filled the room. Jen raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. Karyn felt exposed under Jen’s gaze, wiggled her phallic body as if hoping to jumpstart her transformation back to her full human form. But nothing happened. She was still a penis. It was then that she remembered her wish from that morning: she wished to be a penis again for a week like she had been the previous week. That meant the escape mechanism they had come up wouldn’t work.

Karyn was trapped until next Friday.

“Who’s Karyn?”

“Um… me?” she offered sheepishly.

“Oh great! I turned into the kind of girl that names her cock! Fucking perfect. Did I name my tits, too?!”

“No! I mean, I don’t know! It’s my- I mean, you always called me Karyn.”

“Not anymore. I didn’t give my cock some stupid name when I was a guy and I’m not about to start now. You’re just my cock. And you’re the only thing about me that is normal! The rest of me is completely female except for you. How the hell are you even still here?! The wish should have- Oh… a wish.”

Jen’s eyes widened with realization and Karyn froze.

“Jen, I-“

“Of course! Wishes can’t be reversed! Last week I let you make a wish and you gave yourself more inches! And you can’t undo wishes. Wow. If you hadn’t made that wish, I’d probably have lost the last part of my real body. Fuck, that was close.”

Karyn didn't know if she should be relieved or terrified. If she could turn back to human, all of Jen's memories of their previous reality and friendship should come flooding back. But if she only learned the truth without remembering it an embracing it, there was no telling what the current Jen's reaction might be. Karyn could only imagine how this Jen might lash out if she was improperly exposed to the truth. She needed Jen to remember Karyn as she was, not just have the revelation dropped on her like a bomb. Her only hope was that if Jen remembered her, the real her, that her friend’s real personality would come back. Because the Jen that existed now was a danger to everyone within the range of the stone’s power.

“Listen, Jen, could I use the stone? I think I have an idea that-“

“No! No way! I’ve already become this and I’m not gonna risk anything else happening to me!”

“But I-“

“Fuck! I said NO! Sometimes I really wish that you were quiet like the other guys’ dicks!”

Karyn’s eyes went wide as she waited for a flash, but none came.  She timidly opened and closed her mouth, feeling her tongue slide over her teeth and lips, coating her mouth with the lingering precum that was still in the back of her throat. She was relieved to find that her mouth had not been turned into a piss slit or her head turned into the glans of a normal penis.

“… I’m sorry,” she whispered quietly, scared to provoke Jen’s fury but desperate to make she she still had her voice.

Before Jen could reply, a bell chimed at the end of the hallway. Jen looked through the open door and saw the elevator doors part and a young woman step out. She was Asian, her black hair pulled up into a professional looking bun, a chef’s coat and apron hugged her slim frame. She strode forward on stiletto heels which gave the short girl a couple inches of height over Jen.

As she approached, Jen quickly became aware of her exposed body and frantically crossed her arms in an attempt to cover her new body. Looking around the room, she could only see the tatters of her ruined outfit close at hand. She was just about to lunge for them when the girl spoke. “Don’t worry, Miss Gibson, this is far from the first time I’ve seen you between outfits. Now, Lisa says you seemed famished. I have prepared a lunch of roasted chicken with a honey drizzle and sautéed vegetables.”

Jen’s stomach responded for her as it gurgled at the idea of food. She couldn’t help but blush in her mounting embarrassment. “That, um, sounds lovely.”

“Would you like to eat on the couch, or in bed?” the girl asked politely.

“Bed! Definitely the bed!”

Jen dashed across the room and dove under the sheets, thankful for the opportunity to hide her body. She was so preoccupied with the feeling of her plush ass and the weight of her tits on her chest that she hadn’t even noticed the newcomer had moved to the side of her bed. Only when she pulled up her apron and exposed that she was wearing nothing on the lower half of her body did she draw Jen’s attention.

“Wha-“

Jen was cut off as the girl gracefully climbed onto the bed and straddled Jen’s chest before pressing her dripping wet gash into Jen’s mouth. The act caught Jen off guard and as she tried to mumble a question into the muff its flavor filled her mouth. Instead of the musky tang of an aroused pussy, Jen tasted chicken, spices, honey, olive oil, and fresh vegetables dancing on her tongue. Her hunger overrode her confusion and she began to eagerly lap away at the slit. The more she ate the girl out, the more and more satisfied she felt.

After several minutes, Jen’s lapping became more lethargic. The feelings of a soft bed, a warm body pressed against her, and a full belly calmed her enough to forget her troubles for a moment. All of the stress of her new life was momentarily forgotten, and she passed out in exhaustion. Knowing her work was done, the girl climbed off of the bed, produced a napkin from her apron, and gingerly wiped her juices off of Jen’s face before leaving the room, making sure to gently close the door behind her.

Under the covers, Karyn wiggled her limp body, struggling against the inevitable as she tried to pull away from her host.

“Karyn is normal. Karyn is normal. Please, please let me be normal.”

But it was no use. Karyn had gotten her wish. She was now a dick.

Chick for a Dick: Heading Home

The ringing bell triggered a wave of pandemonium. It was Friday and the last period was over. The halls were flooded with students and faculty eager to begin their weekend. In his classroom, Mr. Burton casually teased the hard nipples capping his perky C cups. As the busty student he was fixated on left the room, his breasts automatically deflated and returned to his normal male chest. He readjusted his shirt, not registering that the buttons had been popped off when his chest had exploded outward into a pair or large D-cup tits during third period, and moved to his desk.

He opened the top drawer and pulled out a small paper bag. As he reached inside for its contents, a small voice shouted up at him.

“Please tell me it’s not another granola bar!”

Mr. Burton looked down at the cage sitting on his desk and the tiny girl inside it. Although Karen was only a few inches tall, her attitude was just as overinflated as ever. Even being reduced to a literal teacher’s pet had done little to curtail her entitlement.

Mr. Burton responded by pulling a granola bar out of the bag, earning a sour scoff from the pint sized princess. He ripped the wrapper off of the bar and dropped it onto the floor of the cage. The size of the bar dwarfed Karen, easily big enough that she could have crawled onto it and use it as a bed. She approached it and gave it a dissatisfied appraisal.

“It doesn’t even have fruit pieces this time!”

Despite her disappointment, she reached out and pulled a handful off of the bar and began to chew the oversized collection of grains.

“Just pace yourself. That has to last you a whole weekend,” Mr. Burton stated cheerfully as he threw the wrapper in the trash. Karen responded by flicking him off with her free hand. She was more than aware that this would be her only food for the next few days. It was more than enough, but days of nothing but granola bar got really old really fast. Add to that the boring monotony of sitting in an unused classroom, having to go almost three days without having her cage cleaned, and being stuck in the dark when the sun went down all made her detest weekends.

Nothing to do but eat, sleep, run on her wheel, and play with herself. Granted, that was basically what she did even when there were people around, but the activity of the school day at least broke up her boredom.

Mr. Burton continued his end of the week routine. Sign out of the computer, gather the book reports to grade over the weekend, check Karen’s water bottle, and head for the door. He looked back at his pet taking another handful of granola and gave a little wave.

“Have a good weekend, Karen,” he said sweetly.

“Fuck you,” Karen said through a full mouth.

She watched as her owner flipped off the lights and closed the door. The sound of keys and the latching of the lock signaled her weekend had begun. Nothing to do but settle in and wait for Monday.

===

Anal Bitch quivered as she felt the hot load fill her tight asshole. Slut Ass was greedily swallowing it, and she could feel it moving up into her bowels. She gave a content sigh and gently pushed the guy away from her.  His dick slid out of her back door with a loud pop and a moan of protest from Slut Ass.

Anal Bitch sympathized with her ass. Anytime she didn’t have something fulling her, she felt empty and needy. Butt plugs and toys only went so far. Feeling a hot, rock hard cock filling her perpetually aroused ass was the only time she felt any true relief. She was lucky to have landed such a perfect job as the school’s Anal Stress Servicer. She got to spend all day getting plowed by students in desperate need of stress relief.

But now it was the weekend, and she had two full days off. While the free time was nice, she was disappointed to miss out on a readily available supply of partners literally lining up to fill her sphincter. She turned around, thinking about offering her last patron another round, but he was already rushing out the door. She let out a huff of disappointment. Nerdy boys were always so eager to fuck, but they were always too nervous to carry on a conversation with her and would inevitably rushed off.

It’s a shame, too. He was actually pretty well hung, she mused remorsefully to herself.

She reach behind her and wiped her hand up her ass crack. Like the good little asshole it was, Slut Ass hadn’t let a single drop escape its plump lips. It even gave her fingers a playful kiss as they ran across it. Anal Bitch gave it a playful tap, sending a pulse of longing through their shared body. She was just bending over to pick up her yoga pants when a knock came at the door behind her.

“Hi, Jaqi!” Slut Ass called out merrily. Anal Bitch stood up, smothering Slut Ass’ mouth between her butt cheeks and turned to face the new visitor. “Afternoon, Jaqi,” she said politely.

“Hello, Anal Bitch,” the newcomer said cheerfully. “Ready for the weekend?”

“Getting there. Just wrapped up my last servicing of the day. Just need to get dressed and head home.”

“Any plans for the weekend?”

“None, at the moment.”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my place.”

“Oh. Well, that might be nice. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking of stripping you naked and furiously making out with your ass.”

The two stared at each other in silence for several moments until they both started to giggle. None of them saw anything at all unusual about their circumstances. The power of the stone had altered all of them beyond recognition.

Slut Ass had been a normal girl before she had being warped into a perpetually horny asshole and was fused to a classmate’s body. Even her and Anal Bitch’s original names had been wiped from all of reality as a whimsical joke.

Much like Anal Bitch and Slut Ass, Jaqi was also a combination of multiple people. Two students and a teacher had been fused into a single person, with all of the physical and mental traits Jon found most desirable in them being used to create the new person. She had also been altered by the stone to have her sexual fetish change each day.

Today, her greatest sexual thrill was to eat ass. This had caused ripple through reality, leading to her and Anal Bitch becoming well acquainted as they indulged each other’s desires. However, come the next morning, Jaqi’s fetish would shift again and their relationship would disappear into the ether.

But at the moment, they were eager to share each other’s company.

“I like the sound of that. I hope your tongue doesn’t get a cramp,” Anal Bitch said playfully. She turned around and presented her back to the beautiful woman before bending over again to retrieve her pants. In her current position, her butt cheeks spread enough to fully reveal Slut Ass. Jaqi strode forward and gracefully fell to her knees before the ample posterior. She planted a sloppy wet kiss on the asshole’s plump lips which the girl-turned-body-party enthusiastically returned. Jaqi’s hands rested on the plush asscheeks as she pushed deeper into the face hiding in its crack. Their tongues danced and Anal Bitch hummed in pleasure as she felt the pleasure from the teacher making out with her sensitive ass radiate through her.

Without warning, Jaqi pulled away, a strand of saliva extending between her mouth and Slut Ass’ mouth. Its expression showed it was still tingling with the pleasure of having a tongue teasing its insides. A wall of spandex covered its face as Anal Bitch pulled up her yoga pants.

“Tease. Slut Ass is going to be aching the entire way back to your place.”

“That was the idea,” Jaqi said with a wink. “Let’s go.”

The pair stepped out into the hallway. Anal Bitch didn’t even bother locking her door, since the room was practically empty of anything of value. The only thing she needed for work was her juicy ass. Just outside the door, Booby looked up at them from her place on the floor.

“Heading out, you two?”

Anal Bitch nodded. “Yep. Another week do-“

Her voice caught in her throat as a noticeable bulge slid up her esophagus. She opened her mouth wide and a large, pink, silicone dildo slid out. She grasped the saliva covered toy firmly and gave it a yank, dislodging it from her throat.

“Excuse me. As I was going to say, another week down.”

Booby and Jaqi eyed the toy longingly, the power of the stone filling them with a desire to pleasure themselves with it. Anal Bitch smiled and handed the dildo to Booby, knowing she’d be coughing up something she could give to Jaqi before the night was over.

“Here you go, Booby. Have a great weekend!”

“Thanks, Anal Bitch! Have a fun weekend, you two!”

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” Jaqi said with a sly grin. She gave Anal Bitch a hard slap to her ample posterior, causing the girl to gasp and then giggle. As the two walked away arm in arm, Booby didn’t pay them any attention. She was too enamored with her new toy. It would help pass the time since she was planted to the hallway floor and wouldn’t have anything else to do until Monday when a new lined gathered to fuck Anal Bitch in her Slut Ass

===

The school parking lot was absolutely gridlocked. Everyone fighting over every inch of asphalt, all with the goal of making it out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. Tara stared out the passenger window at the bumper-to-bumper traffic and wondered if this was really better than taking the bus. When Katherine’s parents had gotten her a car, it had seemed like the best thing ever. Sure, it was a piece of junk, but it was a car! No more waiting around at a bus stop on rainy days, having more time in the morning, and not having to deal with the crowds of classmates taking up all the good seats.

That was all great in theory, but was the trade off really any better? Instead she now had to deal Katherine constantly being late to pick her up, no air conditioning, and parking lot congestion.

Could this get any worse?

The sound of a CD feeding into the radio made Tara’s heart sink.

It’s worse.

The sounds of rapid techno beats poured out of the car’s few working speakers, joined shortly by a guitar, then drums. Tara pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing what was coming next. The music built, growing louder and louder, until it paused for a beat. Next to her, Katherine took a deep breath. A beat later, the music erupted at full tilt, this time joined by five female vocalist singing their hearts out.

In Japanese.

That didn’t stop Katherine from trying to join in. J-Pop had become her recent obsession, and she listened to it constantly whenever she was driving. Much to Tara’s chagrin. The driver was trying to sing along, but between her terrible sense of keeping the beat, not knowing what the actual words were and trying to just sound them out phonetically, the overly enthusiastic singer constantly jumping between the different tones the five girls in the band were all singing at, and the car’s terrible speakers, it was nothing but a mess of squawking gibberish.

The rest of her car woes Tara could have dealt with, but not this. She had often requested a change of music, but Katherine would just assure her that she hadn’t listened to it enough to realize how great it was. Maybe that was even true, but she’d never know with the sound of Katherine butchering it every time she turned it on. 

“Geez,” she whispered under her breath, “I wish she at least sounded like them.”

Flash

Instantaneously, the sound in the car was much different. Ten voices sang out in perfect harmony. Five from the radio, five from Katherine. As she sang, five voices flowed out of her one mouth, all perfectly mirroring the performance of the group on the radio. It was almost like two radios right next to each other playing the exact same album. Tara sat back and listed to her friend, glad that she was singing instead of-

Half of the vocals stopped as Katherine turned and looked at Tara. Her mouth began to move, but the sound of five voices speaking over each other at different volumes and speeds made her impossible to understand. Tara held up her hand, signaling her to stop, before reaching over and turning down the radio.

“Katherine, please, you know it’s difficult to understand you if you don’t harmonize.”

Katherine mouthed “sorry” before clearing her throat and taking a breath. “Do you want to go to the mall?” she sang out in five voices, all with a thick Japanese accent. Tara smile. “Sounds like a perfect start to the weekend,” Tara replied with a smile.

If we ever get out of this parking lot…

===

Slut shuffled her way down the sidewalk, lost in a shocked haze. The things she had done today replayed over and over in her mind. She had performed sexual acts she had never even imagined before today, much less would have considered doing. Each time she found a new low of self deprivation, she would find a new way to demean herself even more. And when she reached a particularly debaucherous memory, she would feel her legs quiver and her pussy spasm. She had already cum three times on the walk home, leaving puddles on the sidewalk in her wake.

She had considered not going home. Running away. Better her parents never know what happened to her rather than see what she had become. But then her new impulses kicked in. She could feel her brain rewiring itself. She wanted them to see what she was. Needed them so see. And so, like well used sexual zombie, she shuffled home.

As she reached her front door, she briefly considered sneaking in, going upstairs, and getting cleaned up before her mother spotted her. But wouldn’t it be so much more wicked if she saw you in all of your spent glory? a voice in her head urged. The voice had whispered to her all day, making suggestions to further denigrate herself. The more she fought the desire to demean herself, the more the desire consumed her. The voice had even convinced her to abandon her memory of her old name. Now, she only saw herself as “Slut.” She couldn’t fight it. Fighting it only made her want to listen to it more. Before she even realized that she had opened the door and stepped inside, she found herself letting out a yell.

“Mom! I’m home!”

The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor made her freeze in place. Her mother stepped around the corner and took in the sight of her daughter. Her hair was a mess, ruffled with the telltale signs of heavy petting and caked in dried fluids. Her makeup was smeared and disheveled. Her shirt was barely hanging to her, stretched out by clawing hands and covered in stains. Her skirt was pulled up to expose that she was not wearing any panties. She wore only one shoe.

Her shame was on full display. She braced herself for her mother’s judgment, and the new levels of pleasure it would ignite within her.

“Hi, Sweetie! How was school?”

Slut was shocked. Of all other reactions she had expected, she had never even considered this. She was covered in cum, reeked of sex, and her arousal was clearly dripping down her legs. She looked like she had just stepped off of a porn set, and her mother was simply smiling at her warmly.

She was trying to think of an explanation, some sort of justification for her current state. She tried to think of anything when the voice directed her again.

Tell her. Tell her everything her dear, sweet daughter did at school today.

“Well, the day started pretty slow. Went to first period and it was boring. Went to the bathroom after that and ended up fucking someone. Don’t even remember who it was. That lasted all of second hour. After that I got pulled into a random classroom and got gang banged. I had every hole filled with cock. I was doing my best to finish off the rest of the class with my hands. I even got a couple guys off with my feet. I gave one of them my shoe as a memento. I got everyone off except for five students, but I ran out of time.

“At lunch, I deep throated a hot dog after I had it shoved inside my cummy pussy. Then a girl asked me if I’d rather eat something else, so I spent the rest of lunch munching on her delicious slit in front of everyone. I made it to my next class, and Mr. Levi asked me to suck him off. I made sure to take my time and make it last. I edged him so long the class ended and I kept sucking him off for the next class period, too.

“He blew the biggest load ever into my whore mouth. I couldn’t even swallow all of it. See this stain here? That was all of his gooey jizz that dribbled down my chin. After that, I went back to the bathroom. When I got there, I bumped into this shy girl who told me she had never had sex before. I offered to get her off but she said no. But the guys in the bathroom next door were a lot more eager, so I got to be fucked in the ass again. I love the feeling of having my tight little hole stretched out. So now I’m going to go upstairs and finger myself while I shove the handle of my hairbrush up my back door.”

Her mother looked at her with shock and disbelief. “Wait a minute…”

Slut squeezed her legs together, loving the reaction she had gotten out of her mother. Yes. Yes, tell me what a whore I am!

“Are you telling me you actually made it to two classes today? Oh, Sweetie! I’m so proud of you! That might be a record! Don’t let me hold you up. Go enjoy your hairbrush and I’ll send any visitors that stop by up to see you. I’ll make sure to prepare something you can eat while even if you’re preoccupied, just in case.”

Slut was so shocked that even the voice was momentarily silent. “Th-thanks, mom.” She walked past her mother, unable to believe what had happened to her. Just this morning, life had been normal. And now… now this was who she was. And nobody else, not even her own mother, thought anything of it.

Finger yourself in front of her, the voice whispered. Slut let out a groan as her hand snapped between her legs and three of her fingers entered her slick cunt.

“Have fun, Sweetie,” her mother called after her.

===

Chad burst through his front door and quickly locked it behind him before running down the hall to his room. He had at best forty-five minutes before his parents got home so he had to work fast. He entered his room, cursing the fact that his door didn’t have a lock, and threw his backpack in the corner. He darted to his closet and opened the door to reveal a heap of junk. While it look like it had been haphazardly tossed inside, it was actually meticulously placed to make a hidden cache that could be easily accessed by moving aside a couple shirts and rotating shoe box so it would keep the pile from collapsing. He pushed aside a stack of titty mags and reached for his prize.

The plastic shopping bag he pulled out rustled in his hands. He moved to the bed and turned the bag upside down, spilling its contents. He let the bag fall to the floor and shifted his attention to the pink pile of latex now sitting in the middle of his bed. He grasped it, gave it a couple flicks to spread it out, and flipped it over. Finding the valve, he quickly started to blow as quickly as he could. Breath by breath, the form begun to expand. Limbs took shape, mounds filled out, and the form became erect. After several minutes, the blowup doll was ready.

Its body was bubblegum pink, its hands and feet were barely defined stumps. Its tits were massive and capped with painted on nipples that were flat against the plastic. Between its perpetually spread legs was a gaping hole that barely resembled a actual vagina. Only two things stood out about the love toy: how absurdly cheap it was, and that it was topped with a guy’s flesh and blood head.

“Dude! You look super pent up, bro,” the doll said. Chad was already rapidly discarding his clothes, the task made more difficult by how lightheaded he was from inflating the doll as quickly as possible.

“I have been horny all fucking day,” Chad said as he moved back to his hidden compartment. “Allison Myers?” the doll asked knowingly. Chad returned with a bottle of lube.

“Watching her shower after gym class always gets me so turned on. And it’s the first class of the day. I get to have that image in my head all day. And getting to see her again in the last class of the day only brings it back in full force!”

“That’s what I’m here for, bro. I can be your Allison.”

Chad slathered his dick with a copious glob of lube and moved towards the bed, both him and the doll completely unaware that only hours ago they had been best friends. After Dylan tried flirting with an unreceptive Jen, she had wished for him to become his best friend’s blowup doll. He now existed as a toy to relieve Chad’s built up frustrations.

Chad lined up his prick with the waiting hole and clumsily slid it in. “Dude! You’re so big,” the Dylan-doll exclaimed. In truth, Chad was considerably below average, but it was the only dick the transformed love toy had ever experienced. Besides, a good doll should make sure to pleasure its owner as much as possible, both his junk and his ego.

Chad began to furiously pump away, the sounds if heavy breathing, a creaking bed frame, and the rubbing of latex filling the room.

“That’s it! Fill me up! Fill up your Allison!”

The encouragement triggered Chad and his body froze in place, burying his pecker to the hilt and emptying his load into the doll. He took short, heavy breaths as he rode the wave of orgasm. He had barely lasted over a minute, and couldn’t help but imagine that he’d be a huge disappointment to Allison if he ever did manage to get between her legs.

But for the moment, he was pleased with his lack of staying power. That meant he had plenty of time to-

“Chad! We’re home! Come help get dinner started!”

“Shit!” Chad hissed. His parents were home early! He quickly withdrew from the doll and swiftly popped the valve where its bellybutton would be. The air rushed out of the toy with a loud hiss as its body lost definition. He wiped off his dick with a dirty sock before hurrying to his closet and concealing his hidden compartment. The doll continued to deflate as he rushed to redress himself.

He grabbed the doll, which was now completely flat except for Daryl’s normal looking head, carefully gathered it into a ball, and chucked it under his bed for a temporary hiding spot. He brushed his hands through his hair, hoping that he didn’t look too disheveled or flushed from cumming only a couple minutes prior, and stepped out of his room.

Under the bed, the Dylan-doll hoped its owner would remember to clean it out before it got too crusty again.

Chick for a Dick: Rude Awakening

A soft, persistent ringing broke the silence of the still bedroom. In the bed, a figure stirred. Droopy eyelids parted and the sheets rose as a heavy breath filled waking lungs. A gentle, feminine moan on the exhale caused a stirring in Jon’s cock. He could feel his naked rod hardening and pushing up on the soft sheets. He tried to remember through his sleep addled memory who he had gone to bed with. Lisa? Toy? A random fling? Didn’t matter. The voice sounded sexy and he couldn’t wait to hear it moaning again.

He smiled and turned over, expecting to find an available lover laying next to him. A shifting weight on his chest and long hair brushing against his face roused him more from his slumber. He cracked open his eyes and looked down. Two massive mounds filled his vision. He smiled wider and reached towards the heavenly flesh. Two small hands entered his vision, and when they firmly grasped the tits, a jolt of pleasure radiated through his chest.

Jon’s eyes snapped open and he sat up. He felt the weight on his chest shift with him and watched as the breasts came to rest, pointing proudly outward. He felt long hair dance along his shoulders and back, causing him to shudder.

“What the-“ he started, but it was the feminine voice that spoke his words. Her words.

“Fuck.”

Memories came rushing back. Her wish, her body, her embarrassment, her new reality. She wasn’t Jon anymore. She was Jen.

The gentle chime drew her attention away from her body.

“What the fuck is that?” she asked in frustration.

“Attention, User,” a cold, mechanical voice announced as the pinging ceased. “A visitor is at the main gate.”

“V-Vicki?”

“Affirmative, User.”

Jen looked around, unable to spot the cheerleader-turned-android. “Where are you?”

“My hardware is currently located in your personal study. I am utilizing the estate’s home interface, as per your current preferences.”

Jen looked around the room, the sound drawing her to a series of small speakers that were cunningly concealed in the walls around the room. “Attention, User. A visitor is at the main gate,” the voice repeated.

“Who is it?”

“Fiona Chambers.”

“Fiona? Who the hell is-“

Fiona!

Confusion and shame burned away as rage ignited in Jen’s soul. That bitch had tricked her. Betrayed her! Convinced her that they were friends only to throw her to the wolves and humiliate her! Jen may be stuck as a girl, but Fiona would end up as something much worse!

“Send her in,” Jen said in a cold, malicious voice.

“Affirmative, User.”

The room returned to silence. Jen pulled back the covers and stood up. Her tits and cock swayed with her movements. She moved to her discarded clothes, checking the purse to make sure the stone was still there. A devious grin spread across her face as she spotted the magical object.

What should I do to you? Perhaps Pervert would like a friend to join her in being an uncontrollable slut? Or maybe I should make you a tampon. Oh! Maybe I’ll just turn you into a cloud and watch you float away!

“Uh… Jen?”

Only when the voice spoke up did Jen realize she was actually beginning to cackle maniacally. She looked down between her cleavage and saw her cock looking up at her with concern. “What are you planing?”

“Just a little payback on my dear, sweet friend,” she responded. The look of terror on her penis’ face caught her off guard. “Jen! Please! I don’t know what happened today, but just hear her out. This could all just be a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?!” Jen snapped. Her prick seemed like it wanted to recoil, but it was firmly mounted in place.

“Just… please. Before you do anything that can’t be undone. Please, just listen to what she has to say. I doubt she came here to gloat.” Jen considered its words. It would be so easy to just fuck with her. Make her pay for what she did. She felt calmness pass over her, and gave a huff.

“Fine. I’ll listen to what she says. Maybe she will give me an idea of what I can do to her as an ironic punishment.”

Her cock’s expression softened, but it still seemed stressed. “Thank you. Also, you should probably get ready before she gets here.”  Jen attention shifted back up to her exposed chest and she let out a huff. She was still standing naked in the middle of her room. She looked at the tattered clothes she had ripped off earlier and realized they were unwearable.

Fuck.

Looking around they room, Jen spotted the wardrobe placed where the door to the walk-in closet had been when she was Jon. She threw the purse on the bed, wanting to keep the stone within easy reach, and moved to the wardrobe. When she opened it, she was disappointed to find it filled with sleeping attire. Nighties, various pieces of lingerie, and a robe made of sheer, rose pink silk.

Jen considered using the stone to wish for clothes, but she was still scared about making wishes directed at herself. What if she accidentally made it so she could only wear one set of clothing? No, better not risk it. She grabbed the robe and threw it on. The material felt good on her soft skin, but it clearly outlined her nipples and dick beneath it.

It doesn’t matter. Fiona won’t be around long anyways. At least not as she is.

Jen’s devilish smile returned. She walked back across the room, planning on sitting on the large couch by the fireplace. However, she caught sight or her reflection in the vanity and it gave her an idea.

Maybe I’ll turn her into some makeup. A tube of lipstick? Some eye shadow? Maybe a bottle of perfume. Yes, that might do wonderfully.

She moved to the seat in front of the mirrors and sat down. She looked over all of the various bottles and cases, trying to memorize them so she knew which one was Fiona after she was changed. The ding of a bell sounding in the hallway beyond her closed doors pulled her attention away from the cosmetics. The elevator had arrived on her floor. She didn’t hear the elevator doors open, but did hear the sound of footsteps moving closer.

tap tap

A gentle, timid knock sounded from the door.

“Jen. It’s me. Can I come in?”

“Come in,” Jen commanded. The door knob turned and one of the double doors opened slowly inward. When it was just wide enough, Fiona timidly stepped in.

“Hi.”

Upon seeing her face to face, all of the memories of the cafeteria flooded back. Jen’s composure cracked. She frowned deeply and stared daggers at Fiona. The girl recoiled and looked away.

“What the FUCK, Fiona?!”

She reacted as if she’d been slapped. “Jen, I-“

“You what?! Didn’t get enough fun earlier and decided to stop by for more?!”

“I- What?! No! I was worried! About you! That- I didn’t do that!”

“Oh! So you didn’t set me up?! ‘Sorry you’re having a bad day! We’ll get lunch with the girls! Your friends will cheer you up!’” Jen shouted mockingly. Fiona’s mouth quivered as tears filled her eyes.

“It’s not like that!”

Jen scoffed and rolled her eyes, she erupted from her chair and moved to the bed. She picked up the purse and turned to face her so-called friend. “You know what? I don’t believe you in the slightest. And now, I’m done with you.”

She flipped the top of her purse open, the stone exposed to her. From the door, Fiona was weeping hysterically, as if knowing how much danger she was in. “Jen! Please! What can I do to make you believe me! I’ll do anything! There has to be something I can do to prove it!”

Jen hesitated, her fingers almost on the stone. She looked up. “Ok. You want to prove it? Fine. Fiona, honestly, why the fuck did you treat me like shit in the cafeteria?!”

Fiona’s demeanor instantly changed. Her hands unclasped at her chest and fell limply to her sides. She stopped sobbing, but residual tears still streamed down her face. She looked blankly into Jen’s eyes.

“I didn’t treat you like shit. I was trying to help you.”

Jen froze. She knew Fiona was telling the truth. She had to while in the questioning trance. But Jen couldn’t believe it. She had purposely brought her to that table of bitches!

“How could you tell me those girls were my friends and then let them do that to me? Is that what best friends do? How does that help me?!”

“I never said they were your friends. They’re just who you hang out with. And we’re not best friends. You’re my best friend. And I was trying to distract them with prom so they’d leave you alone. Instead, it gave them something else to mock you about. I didn’t want that.”

Jen stared at Fiona. She replayed their conversations through her head and realized she was right. She only ever called them “the girls” and never “friends.” And what did she mean they weren’t best friends? She closed the purse and put it on the bed behind her.

“Fiona, can you explain all of this to me?”

“You’re my best friend, because I don’t really have any other friends. We met in elementary school and hung out together, but you were always better than me. Prettier, richer, more popular. I was always in your shadow. I was like an accessory to you. As we got older, it only became stronger. People didn’t see me. They saw the girl who hung out with you. You’re my best friend, but I’m your lackey. I’m window dressing to you.

“You care about your image. Your social status. You hang out with those girls because you all boost each other’s prestige. You’re all super catty to one another, but you’re the queen bitch. They’ve got nothing on you and they all know it. I thought meeting up with them would be no big deal. You’ve always taken charge and put them in their place before. This was the first time they saw any weakness in you, and they went after you. When I saw what was happening, I tried to intervene. But it backfired. By the time I got the guts to chase after you, you had left school.”

Jen was fighting back tears. This wasn’t the life she wanted. She remembered being a nerdy boy with no friends. The type of guy who girls like this picked on. And now she was one of them.

“What am I going to do now?” she asked morosely.

“Whatever you want.”

Jen looked at Fiona, who was still locked in her trance. “What do you mean?”

“You can do whatever you want. You’re beautiful, beyond rich, everyone adores the ground you walk on. You have the world on a silver platter.”

“Do… do you know about the stone?”

“No. You wouldn’t dare trust me with something like that. I’m completely clueless about it. But even without it, you have everything you need to do whatever you want.”

Jen reflected on her words… and realized she was right. Sure, she was a girl now. But she was also super hot. It would take a little… a lot… to get used to it, but she was better off than a lot of others who had been transformed. She was also richer than she could have ever imagined being in her original life. And she still had the stone.

“I believe you.”

Fiona immediately returned to crying before her sobs caught in her throat. “Wha-what?”

“I… believe you, Fiona. I know you didn’t want to hurt me.”

Fiona let out another sob, but this one was of relief. She rushed forward and gave Jen a hug, catching her off guard. She awkwardly wrapped her arms around the girl and patted her back. Between her legs, her dick started to firm up. Fiona must have noticed it too, because she stopped crying. After a moment, she bashfully pulled away and looked away with a blush.

“Thanks for stopping over,” Jen said while also looking away. Fiona looked up at her and gave a small smile. “Sure. What are friends for?” Fiona must have caught the slight pained expression on Jen’s face, because her smile evaporated. “Do… do you want me to leave?”

“I… I really don’t know what I want.”

Fiona gave another kind smile and took Jen’s hands in hers. “Well, I think I know what you need.”

Jen’s heart raced at Fiona’s touch, and she felt her cock beginning to press against robe.

“Hey, V.I.C.-E.!” Fiona said, looking upward. Jen couldn’t tell if she was trying to talk towards the speakers, or was trying to look away from her rising bulge.

“Responding, Guest-Fiona,” came the synthetic voice through the speakers.

“Tell Renee to load up and head up to Jen’s room.”

“Acknowledged, Guest-Fiona.”

Chick for a Dick: Zoe's Date Night

Zoe tapped the steering wheel impatiently, waiting for the massive estate gates to open. She needed to get inside. Now! She had two reasons for wanting to get home as soon possible. The first was sitting next to her. Athena looked stunning in her tight top and flowing skirt. Zoe had been unable to keep her eyes off of her girlfriend throughout dinner. And that dinner had led to the second reason she needed to get to the house. Her stomach was gurgling fiercely and Zoe regretted pigging out as much as she had.

As the gates slowly parted, Zoe briefly considered telling Jen she should have a faster motor installed, but she knew her sister all too well. Jen no doubt selected this speed specifically to slowly reveal the sprawling grandeur of the grounds to incoming visitors. Jen was constantly prone to dramatic flair. Unfortunately, Jen’s theatrics were costing Zoe time she didn’t have. As soon as the gates parted enough, Zoe pressed on the gas and shot through.

Once inside the estate walls, Zoe flipped on the high-beams. She wanted to fly down the expansive drive and get to the house as soon as possible, but she had to be cautious for Amanda and Miranda. The family dogs had free reign of the grounds and it was not unheard of for them to be running around even this late. And so, the already lengthy drive towards the main house was painfully prolonged.

Zoe pulled up to the main door of the house, and threw the vehicle in park. She knew she was going to get an earful from Mercedes about parking in the roundabout and not bring the SUV back to the garage, but she was already going to chew her out for taking a vehicle without permission from Jen.

In for a penny…, Zoe thought ruefully.

As Zoe stepped out of the SUV, the cool spring air caused a shudder to ripple through her. She hugged herself, rubbing her bare arms and felt her exposed nipples harden. To Zoe, and everyone else, it was perfectly normal that she would walk around in public almost completely naked. The only articles of clothing she was wearing consisted of a few pieces of jewelry, her tall goth boots, and her backpack. This was the result of Jon using his abilities to alter reality and make it so Zoe had always been a nudist. Jon had removed her clothing to get a better look at her transformed body during first period earlier that day, but the magic had rewritten reality so everyone believed Zoe had never worn a shred of clothing her entire life. The very concept of wearing clothes never had, nor ever would, occur to her as she currently was.

This suited her “companions” just fine because it gave all of them an unobstructed view of the world around them. Even though the four girls had been reduced to body parts on Zoe’s body, they all appreciated being able to see what was happening around them and were so glad Zoe didn’t cover them with ridiculous things like clothing.

Zoe’s collection of body parts weren’t the only ones enjoying her lack of clothing. Athena stepped out of the passenger door and stole glance at her best-friend-turned-girlfriend’s assets, just as she had done the entire time they were together. And Zoe’s various parts were keenly aware of the attention they were getting from their new lover and were all responding eagerly to her lustful leering. Zoe’s left boob, Amber, would give Athena a wink when they made eye contact. Tiffany, Zoe’s right boob which had previously been a giddy cheerleader, giggled flirtatiously. Between Zoe’s legs, Sarah would lick her lips seductively which sent shivers through Zoe and all the other girls since her mouth had taken the place of Zoe’s pussy. At Zoe’s rear, Kim’s eyes were glassed over as the former bully was enthusiastically sucking on the buttplug that filled her constantly aroused mouth that now filled the roll of being Zoe’s asshole.

For as bizarre and freakish as Zoe’s body had become, it was nothing compared to Athena’s. Zoe had offhandedly wished that Athena was able to satisfy the needs for Zoe and all of her parts. Now, Athena‘s body was constantly shifting and warping to be equipped with whatever carnal desires Zoe and her parts were fantasizing about. Through their dinner, Athena’s body had changed uncountable times as Zoe and her assets each daydreamed about what they would want to do with Athena once they were all alone with her.

Currently, Athena’s body was roughly human. Two arms, two legs, and a head. But everything about her body had been twisted by the desires of five different girls cravings for dick. Each of her fingers had been replaced with a cock, and each was different. Some were long, some were girthy, some were circumcised, some were curved. Her breasts were replaced with two, massive penis glans that were each the size of a melon. Her once long, flowing hair was gone and in its place was the flared mushroom of a cockhead capping her head like a fleshy crown. Within her boots, her legs ended not in feet, but in two huge penises that were large enough to walk on. And between her legs, hidden under her skirt, were two massive tubes of cock flesh that were dangling down to her knees. She was little more at the moment than a walking collective of cocks.

But even with Athena’s form being reduced to a freakish assembly of misplaced manhoods, everyone perceived her as looking completely normal. And once Zoe and her parts’ passions shifted to something new, her body would adapt to accommodate with nobody even recognizing a change had ever occurred.

“Who’s car is that?” Athena asked, pointing one of her penis fingers towards an outdated coupe also parked in the turnabout. Zoe gave it a passing glance as she hurried up the steps. Nature was calling and she was in no position to delay answering it.

“That’s Fiona’s. I’m surprised Jen let her in.”

The school rumor mill had been running wild that day. First with the news that Zoe and Athena were now a couple, then with whispers about Jen having some sort of a fight with her clique at lunch and running clear off the school grounds. Zoe felt conflicted. On one hand, Jen’s supposed outburst had taken the spotlight off of her and Athena. At least mostly. But she was still concerned for her sister. She hoped that Fiona’s presence was a sign that the whole rumor was something small blown out of proportion, or that Fiona was here to help Jen through her troubles.

A loud gurgle and a lowering weight in her guts pulled her thoughts back to the present. Whatever was coming was coming fast! She opened the door and strode forward with brisk, purposeful steps. She had to make it up to her bathroom now! Seeing her distress, Athena took it upon herself to close the front door behind them and rushed to catch up. As they moved down the main corridor, a figure caught their attention. Nadia was standing in the middle of the hall, dressed up in some sort of fetishized nurse’s uniform. She was completely frozen in place, leaning at such an extreme angle she should have fallen to the floor with nothing to support her. Her face was locked in an expression that screamed wonton desire. And between her legs, a penis was lifting up her latex skirt. The shaft was dripping precum like a broken faucet, and the two family dogs, Amanda and Miranda, were licking away at the puddle it was making on the floor. Zoe only rolled her eyes as she breezed past the frozen love toy, Athena’s gaze turned to look back at the bizarre scene as she tried to keep up.

“Zoe… your sister’s a little weird.”

Zoe only gave a small huff as she kept moving, not even bothering to attempt to figure out what game Jen was playing with her toy this time let alone try to explain Jen’s unorthodox appetites to Athena. This was far from the oddest form she had seen either of Jen’s living love toys take.

The elevator ride was excruciating. Zoe’s legs were crossed the entire time and she could feel something beginning to push the buttplug out of her back door, much to Kim’s delight. As soon as the elevator doors parted just enough to accommodate her, Zoe dashed forward towards the door leading to her quarters. She practically kicked the door down, ran through the massive room towards another door on the far side of the room, and burst through before slamming it shut behind her.

Standing in her bathroom, Zoe didn’t see anything unusual about its unique layout. Granted, it was quite opulent as one would expect from such a luxurious house. Enormous marble counter top, a shower with the walls being compromised of more water jets than tile, a bathtub big enough that it could accommodate multiple people, a toilet with more features than most cars, and a large shiting trough.

In addition to having four girls being reduced to her most intimate body parts, Zoe had also been transformed so that she no longer pooped like a normal person. But the change was not borne out of sympathy for Kim’s new roll as Zoe’s ass, but rather out of sheer amusement. Now, Zoe’s body could produce anything as waste, and it was always something random. Most times, whatever Zoe passed could not possibly fit down a toilet. So, the trough became a necessary fixture in her bathroom.

Zoe quickly moved to the edge of the trough and squatted over it, the bottoms of her legs resting on thick padding that rimmed the lip. If Zoe was had been aware of her nudity, at the moment she would have seen it as a blessing to not worry about getting her pants off. She had barely made it. She didn’t even have time to reach behind her and pull out the buttplug Kim was sucking on before the large lump in her bowels surged forward. The plug was forced out and fell to the bottom of the trough with a loud clatter. Zoe let out a strained grunt and the object reached Kim’s lips. The ass-girl’s eyes rolled with pleasure and she let out a muffled hum as she was exquisitely filled to her limits. Slowly, Kim’s lips parted and opened wider. And wider. And wider. Soon, the mouth that took the place of Zoe’s anus was opened unnaturally wide. With a final groan, Zoe pushed and felt the blockage pass from her rear where is slammed into the trough with a reverberating thud.

It took Zoe a few moments to compose herself. She took deep, shaky breaths as she felt Kim’s mouth retract back to normal. Or at least, what they both perceived as normal. Zoe stood up just enough to shift over and sit onto the toilet next to the trough. Zoe slightly spread her legs and flexed muscles between them, taking control over Sarah’s mouth and opening it wide as she released her bladder. If Zoe knew what she was putting her former tormentor through, she would have felt giddy with revenge. Instead, all either of them felt at the moment was relief.

As Zoe continued to relieve herself, she looked over into the trough. There, sitting on the bottom next to a chrome buttplug, was a solid gold brick. Zoe let out a small hum. Not because she was amazed that such a thing had come out of her, but out of relief that she wouldn’t need to clean herself up afterwards. She still had flashbacks to the time she had crapped out an enormous cloud of glitter. Even after using her bidet at full blast, it had taken a week to get all of the stuff off of and out of Kim. As an added bonus, she could sell the brick off tomorrow for some bonus spending money.

Soon, the stream coming out of Sarah’s mouth eased to a trickle. Zoe blotted both of the mouths taking up the openings between her legs, and flushed the toilet. She reached into the trough and recovered the plug before quickly shoving but into Kim’s mouth. Zoe knew how needy her ass was, and it was better to shut her up as quickly as possible before she started whining again.

Zoe moved to the mirror and fumbled with her hair, trying to gather her composure. Even though she thought nothing strange about how her body worked, it was still embarrassing to know her girlfriend was just on the other side of the door and had undoubtedly heard her shit a brick. As Zoe teased another stray strand, a voice broke the silence.

“Come on, Zoe! Stop wasting time! You’re hair looks fine,” Amber urged. Her other tit jiggled, as if trying to nod. “Yeah! Athena’s waiting for us! Fuck, I can’t wait for her to play with us again. She knows how to treat us right,” Tiffany added in, her nipple-nose becoming harder in anticipation.

“Don’t remind me,” Zoe huffed, looking downward in the mirror to make eye contact with her chest. “She probably just heard all of that.” Zoe looked back at the gold brick and felt a wave of embarrassment crash into her. The thud the brick made probably could have been heard all the way upstairs on Jen’s floor.

“What’s the big deal?” Sarah asked between Zoe’s legs. “We’ve used the bathroom around Athena plenty of times. It’s perfectly normal.”

“But now we’re dating! I don’t want her to think of me doing… that!”

“Oh please. A gold brick is no big deal. Remember that time when we were at the amusement park with her and you passed a baseball bat?”

Zoe had actually forgotten about that particular memory and was now mortified to remember how she had actually shown it off to Athena and they had snuck it into the batting cage to be used by unsuspecting visitors. It had become a huge joke and they even hung loitered around long enough to watch someone use it.

“That’s not helping the situation, Tiffany,” Amber chastised. “Zoe, listen, Athena knows you. She’s into you. This is no big deal. Stop keeping her waiting and get out there. We all want to be played with!”

All of her parts started voicing their eagerness, even Kim who was enthusiastically mumbling around the plug that was filling her. Zoe let out an exasperated sigh and moved to the door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob.

The sight that welcomed her caused all of her concerns to evaporate. Athena was laying on the bed, sprawled out completely naked. She was smiling coyly, letting Zoe take in the sight of her exposed body. The mushroom glans that her breasts had become were purple and puffy, increasing in size as blood flowed into them. The cock crown that her head had become had also deepened in color and was visibly throbbing in time with her heartbeat. All of her fingers were completely erect to the point she had lost all dexterity in them. She was rubbing her penis-feet against Zoe’s silk sheets, leaving trails of pre-cum behind. The twin cocks between her legs were at full mast, extending proudly outward from her crotch.

Zoe was frozen in awe. She did not see a sexual freak. She instead saw the most stunning vision of erotic beauty she could imagine. She watched transfixed as Athena reached forward with one hand and the index cock wiggled slightly as if she was trying to used the turgid member to beckon Zoe to her.

“C’mon, sexy. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Zoe shuffled forward, her eyes darting across all of her girlfriend’s assorted shafts. All of Athena’s dicks were beginning to gather beads of pre-cum at their various tips as Zoe moved closer, lustful hunger filling her eyes. As she approached the bed, Zoe reach forward and took Athena’s outstretched hand. Her fingers interlocked with the finger-dicks. The were firm and warm as they pulsed in her grip. Athena clenched her hand as best she could with the assortment of hard-ons that had replaced her fingers, and pulled Zoe onto the bed next to her. The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes. They had been friends for so long. And now, they were so much more.

Zoe leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on Athena’s lips. Athena returned it with the same tenderness, basking in the feeling of Zoe’s lips on her own. However, the gentleness quickly eroded in the presence of desire. Zoe’s kisses became deeper, fullerer, and more passionate. Their tongues dances as Zoe reached up and her fingers delicately traced the ridge of the glans that capped Athena’s head. The cockified girl moan deeply, never breaking the kiss, as euphoria flooded her.

Lacking the dexterity to caress her lover, Athena lowered a hand to Zoe’s crotch. Sarah eagerly took two of the penis-fingers into her eager mouth and began to suck. The feeling of having her erogenous mouth double penetrated by two of Athena’s modified fingers was amazing, but what Sarah wanted most was to be a fully stuffed pussy. Immediately, reality shifted and instead of having a hand with five penises instead of fingers, Athena’s entire hand was replaced with a massive cock that stretched Sarah’s mouth to its limits. The pussy-girl’s eyes rolled as she felt herself filled to the brim with delicious dick.

Zoe let out a groan that was echoed from her unattended parts. Out of nowhere, Athena instantly had two more arms which she used to fondle Amber and Tiffany. The two tit-girls both moaned in pleasure. Zoe moved her body, straddling her girlfriend and sandwiching Atherna's two enormous dicks between them. As they pressed their bodies together, Tiffany and Amber began to kiss and lick the misplaced dickheads that Athena’s breasts had become. With her remaining original arm, Athena reached behind Zoe and began to paw at her ass. Sensing her intent, Zoe reached behind herself and quickly pulled the buttplug from Kim’s mouth. To Kim and Zoe’s relief, it was quickly replaced with the thumb-cock on Athena’s hand. Kim sucked greedily on the cock before Athena withdrew it. She quickly offered Zoe’s ass her index cock-finger, which Kim latched on to enthusiastically. This continued, with Athena withdrawing a dick-finger and then offering the next one in line. Kim had five different dicks taking turns plowing her aroused mouth.

Zoe basked in the pleasure, her entire body alight with sensual fire. As Zoe began to twitch and quake, Athena began to moan and shudder. Neither breaking their passionate kiss, the two continue to stroke and fondle. A sharp inhale from Athena and the pulsing of her head-cock in Zoe’s hands was the only warning Zoe got before enormous ropes of cum erupted out of the top of Athena’s head and her cock-breasts. Thick, musky seed ejected upwards before raining down on the two of them while twin jets fired from her chest and splattered thick globs of cum across Tiffany and Amber. None of the transformed girls payed it any mind. It was the first of many orgasms they would be experiencing this night.

As Zoe pulled back to take in the expression of unbridled lustful euphoria on Athena’s face, she briefly mused that the maid was going to have her work cut out for her in the morning.

Chick for a Dick: How’s it hanging?

“… oh my god… oh my god… oh my god…”

Fiona was nearly catatonic. After her initial scream, she had fallen into a stunned stupor. Between the booze and the sudden shock, she briefly wondered if the appendage was some sort of hallucination. That delusion was quickly dispelled when she had eventually worked up the nerve to reach forward and touched the growth emerging from between her legs. It was the sensation of not only feeling her new addition in her hand, but of also feeling the touch of her hand through the new flesh that had truly overwhelmed her.

Sticking out from underneath Fiona’s miniskirt was an enormous elephant trunk. It was so girthy at the base that Fiona’s hips had been widened considerably to accommodate it, and she still had to spread her legs to give it additional space. In addition to its girth, it was easily as long as the girl was tall. It moved and curled as if it was in duress. Whenever it brushed against the carpet, the couch, Fiona’s legs, anything, Fiona would shudder and her breathing would waver.

“How… how is this possible?” Renee whispered. She stood at the far side of the room next to the doors leading out to the balcony. She had instinctively backed away from the scene unfolding in front of her as much as she could. She didn’t know what had happened and didn’t want to end up a freak like Fiona. Little did she know, she had already been warped by the stone multiple times over the previous week.

Jen’s laughter had died down to a drunken giggling as she looked upon the results of her latest wish. “Sorry, Fiona. Guess I should have been a bit more specific,” Jen snickered. Fiona and Renee turned their attention away from Fiona’s addition and looked at the amused girl.

“You should have been more what?” Renee gasped.

“It’s sensitive. Is… is it supposed to be so sensitive?” Fiona whined as the trunk continued to explore its surroundings. The nostrils were beginning to leak a clear liquid, which was pungent enough to be only one thing.

“Well… yeah! I mean, it’s your dick! It’s supposed to feel good. Sure, I had assumed you we’re going to end up with an actual dick of some sort.  An elephant dick, or a whale dick, or something. But look on the bright side: you still ended up way bigger than Liz!”

With that, Jen began to laugh heartily again. She casually walked over to her glass, threw back her head, and finished the dregs. She glanced over at Renee and moved towards her on uncoordinated legs, intent on getting another drink. Renee, however, opened the double doors behind her and fled out onto the balcony.

“Yo-you did that to her?!”

Jen reached the doors and looked at Renee through blurry vision. The girl was terrified of her. It was only then that the situation hit her. She had made wishes in front of them using the stone. They had heard her! They knew there had been changes! Jen looked down at the stone still in her hand. “Shit.”

She looked back up at Renee and saw that the topless, multi-titted girl was also looking at the stone. “Each time you said a wish… there was a flash. And… you were holding that.”

Renee took a hesitant step forward and stretched her hand out. “Jen… please. Give that to me. You’re drunk. You made Fiona a freak. I know you didn’t mean to, but we need to change her back. Please!”

Jen pulled the stone to her chest. “No. I-I only gave her what she wanted.” Renee pointed at Fiona who had both hands on her trunk. She appeared to be trying to control the wiggling appendage, but she was inadvertently giving her bizarre dick a handjob. A steady dribble of precum was leaking out of the trunk’s nostrils as she continued to caress it.

“You think that’s what she wanted?! Jen, please! We need to change her back!”

“We can’t. Wishes can’t be reversed. She’ll get used to it. Everyone does. ”

“Everyone…”

A horrific realization dawned on Renee’s face. She stared at Jen in terror. “What else- WHO else have you changed?” Jen remained silent, staring back at the terrified girl. “Oh fuck. Have… have you changed me?!” Jen held the stone tighter but said nothing. What could she say? What could she do? She needed to-

Renee howled and lunged forward. Jen responded by slamming the doors shut and locking them. Renee slammed into the glass and screamed. She rattled the doors and started banging on the panes. She looked around and dashed over to the patio furniture before grabbing a metal chair. Jen screamed and backed away. She needed to get away! She needed to escape and fix this!

She turned around and saw Fiona on her feet, trying to shuffle towards her. The added weight of her trunk-dick, the new gait of her widened hips, and the shifting balance as the trunk continued to whip around and threw off her center of gravity were making it difficult for her to move. “Jen! What did you do to me?! Please! Fix me!”

Jen was about to back away when the sound of a heavy slam and cracking glass crashed behind her. Not even bothering to look back to see how close Renee was from bashing her way in, Jen bolted out of the room. She heard Fiona call after her, the shouts drowned out by the continuing sound of metal slamming against glass. Sprinting down the long hallway, Jen reached the elevator and furiously pressed the call button. She heard the elevator begin to move just as the sound of exploding glass sounded from the bedroom.

“Fuck!”

Jen looked at the assorted doors lining the hallway and dashed for the closet one. She rushed through it and slammed it shut behind her. She latched the lock just as the sound of something, or someone, slammed into the other side. She heard Renee screaming and backed away. She need to do something! Her only hope was the stone.

“I… I wish…”

The banging intensified and Jen was consumed with panic.

“I wish nobody heard any wishes I made tonight!”

Flash

Jen found herself standing alone in a dark room. She had no idea where a bathroom was in her new house and had drunkenly picked a room at random to throw up in. She stumbled forward, trying to feel for a light switch, but her efforts were in vain as uncoordinated arms fumbled in the dark. Her legs felt heavy, and even in the dark the room was spinning around her. She sank to the floor, wretch, and collapsed in a heap next to the puddle. Just before she passed out, she cursed herself for drinking so much.

Standing in the hallway , Renee tapped gently on the study door. She had watched Jen stumble into the hallway and assumed she was going to the bathroom, but she had passed right by it and gone into the study. It wasn’t the first time Jen had gotten wasted and stumbled into the wrong room. Renee was just glad that she wasn’t the one who had to clean up whatever mess would be found in the morning.

Renee turned and headed back to the bedroom. Even though Jen was out of commission, she still had tasks to attend to. There was still a visitor on the premises, after all. She stepped back into the bedroom and blushed deeply as she took in the sight of Fiona. She had moved from her chair to the couch and her legs were spread wide, her massive dick reaching up to her face where she was gently planting kisses on its tip before opening wide and inserting it into her waiting mouth and sucking on it obscenely. Even completely sober, Jen’s friend always seemed preoccupied with her impressive member. A couple drinks would be enough to lower her inhibitions, but it was clear that in her drunken state her libido was  now fully in control.

Renee kept her composure and pretended not to notice. The display of auto-felatio was getting Renee riled up, but she considered herself a professional and would not let it interfere with her duties. The trunk pulled out of Fiona’s mouth with a wet pop as she eyed Renee.

“Did Jen pass out again?”

“Yes. I do believe Ms. Gibson is done for the night. Is there anything else I can do for you, Fiona?”

The pillar of meat between Fiona’s legs reared up, pointed at Renee, and sniffed the air. Fiona got a knowing look on her face and looked at Renee with a cheshire grin. “From the smell of it, there’s something we can do for each other.” Renee blushed, knowing that Fiona had sniffed out the aroused slit between her own legs. It was practically impossible not to get turned on looking at such an impressive member. Fiona stood up and moved towards her, her trunk-dick swaying hypnotically in front of her.

Renee was torn. She was on duty, and she should not even consider compromising her position. But… that dick was so big. So powerful! “I… my duties-“

“Are finished for the night. Jen is out, and I don’t need anything. At least not to drink.”

Fiona closed the distance between them, her strides confident if a little uncoordinated. Her trunk extended forward and dipped between Renee’s legs before rising upward. Fiona pressed against Renee’s mound with the broad girth of her dick, sensually caressing her womanhood and causing a noticeable wet spot to appear on her pants. Renee groaned as a quiver rippled through her body. Fiona flashed a drunken grin at the her.

“Ok,” Renee whispered. The trunk retracted from between Renee’s legs before wrapping around her waist and pulling her towards Fiona’s body. As the two pressed together, their lips met and they kissed each other fiercely. Fiona’s hands roamed over Renee’s collection of partially filled tits, various liquors seeping out of her hard nipples. Renee hummed from the dual pleasure of being felt up and having her dispensers draining. Renee reached down between Fiona’s legs and felt the leathery skin of the shaft’s base. It was so big, so warm, so firm. Fiona hummed at her touch, and she slithered the end of her cock down and used its dexterous tip to unfasten Renee’s pants. The modified waitress pulled her hands back and used them to pull down on the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Fiona pulled away from Renee’s lips, but continued to kiss her way down to Renee’s neck.

“Where should we… you know?” Renee asked in a whisper.

“The bed, of course,” Fiona stated plainly.

Renee’s eyes went wide. “In Ms. Gibson’s bed? She’ll be furious!”

Fiona gave her another deep kiss, pressing her body against Renee’s dripping tits, soaking her top. “She’ll never know. Just tell Rhonda to get to it after we’re done. It’ll be clean before Jen ever wakes up. I mean, you saw how drunk she is.”

Renee paused, considering her words. Sensing her resolve breaking, Fiona leaned in and whispered into her ear “Besides, doesn’t that make it more thrilling?” She unraveled her trunk around Renee’s waist and used it to give the girl a gentle push towards the bed. Fiona followed, discarding her own clothing. As Renee turned around and pulled the covers off of the bed, Fiona snaked the tip of her cock up and rubbed it against Renee’s wet mound. The girls moaned together and Renee practically jumped on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly, her resistance completely eroded.

Fiona took a moment to admire Renee’s naked form. She reached forward with her long trunk and ran it from Renee’s neck, across four pairs of tits, and down to her slit. She slid it in and started pumping, using her hands to rub the rest of her dick that could not possibly fit inside. Renee moaned loudly and pawed at the bed as she was fucked by the mammoth monster..

Fiona looked down with pride as Renee shuddered and twitched as the cock filled and moved around inside her. Fiona loved having such an impressive dick, and she loved using it.

Haven't done one of these in awhile, but was inspired by the last chapter to make a morph illustration:

Chick for a Dick: Chick is Cock

The light of the morning sun was slowly illuminating the silent room. The darkness of night bled away and shrank into long shadows as the dawn broke. As the sun continued its steady climb, a wave of light appeared on the wall across from the full length windows and began to reach down towards the floor.

As the wave of light moved across the hardwood floor, it crept up the bare legs of the mostly naked form lying in a drunken stupor. The figure was oblivious to the dawn, but the appendage between its legs was not. As light poured across her face, Karyn winced in discomfort. She tried to raise her arms to block out the oppressive brightness, but they fail to respond to her. In fact, she couldn’t even feel them.

A sickly, acrid smell emanated from somewhere close by. Karyn reluctantly opened her eyes, the intense pounding in her head making her desperate for that damn light to disappear so she could sleep off the intense sickness she was feeling. She was met with blinding pain that only made her feel like she had been run over by a bus. She groaned and tried to pull her sheets over her head, but her arms again refused to obey her. In fact, she didn’t even feel her sheets. Or her mattress. Whatever she was lying on was warm. Almost like-

Memories flashed back to Karyn. She reluctantly opened her eyes and braved the light. As her eyes adjusted, she saw a massive puddle of puke on the floor a short distance away from her on the wooden floor. She looked away and took in the sight of a pair of giant, feminine legs stretching away from her. Jen’s legs.

The previous day began to replay in her head. She had stopped by Jen’s, had seen her chance, and had wished herself back to being her best friend’s penis. But Jen wasn’t her best friend anymore. She was selfish and cruel. She had told Karyn a sample of what she had done with the stone, and it had horrified her.

And aroused her.

Karyn couldn’t help it, but the power of the stone had always intoxicated her. The previous week, she had even wished for Jen to be more open and excited to use the stone. And now it appeared she had created a monster. She was not the Jen she remembered. And according to Jen, there had not even been a Jen to begin with. “Jen” had apparently been “Jon” up to some point the day before.

And Karyn was now trapped as the most intimate body part of this complete stranger. Karyn had wished to be a dick like she had previously been, and that meant the escape mechanism they had developed would not work. She was stuck as she was until at least the upcoming Friday morning. All she could do was hope that when her wish ended she could get things back to normal.

Whatever “normal” was anymore.

But Jen had mentioned others that had been changed. Changes Karyn had seen but didn’t recognize. In a week she might be able to get free, but what of those others? Who were they? What had Jen done to them? Was there any hope for them? Could Karyn do anything about it?

As if Fate had heard her, Jen shifted and brought her right hand to lay on her lower abdomen. Her right hand that still gripped the stone. Karyn fought back against the hangover Jen had unwittingly assaulted her with. She needed to make a plan, and FAST! She could barely feel the hardness of the stone against her base where what used to be her ass was joined to Jen’s crotch. As soon as Jen shifted even slightly, she may lose her one chance at a wish.

But what to wish for? She couldn’t just undo everything Jen had done. Even undoing her own transformation into a penis had taken specific planning and wording. And she couldn’t make Jen remember her, because that would conflict with the wish she had made yesterday. But she had to do something. Something that she could use to her advantage when she changed back in a week. Something-

Jen groaned. The sunlight had worked its way up her sleeping body and was beginning to rouse her just as it had Karyn. It was now or never! Karyn had to make a wish!

“I wish that I knew everything that has been changed!”

Flash

Karyn's shout had sent her nausea into overdrive. She fought back a gag, wondering if she could even throw up as she was. Of course it couldn't throw up. People throw up, not cocks like it.

It accepted the thought before recoiling in dread. “It?” She had briefly thought of herself as nothing but a thing! Her head spun, but not from the booze in her and Jen's system, but from colliding realities in her mind. It wasn’t like before where she remembered two lives, her human life and her existence as a living penis. It was multiple realities where each change of the stone had changed something. Sometimes it was a small change, sometimes it was enormous. But they all made a separate reality. And Karyn was becoming aware of them. And she wasn’t just recalling them, she was living them. Experiencing them. She didn’t just remember. She knew.

Just like she had asked for.

She stared blankly at the legs extending away from her. Jen’s legs. She then recalled Jon’s masculine legs. Jon! She remembered Jon! She tried to look up towards his… her face, but it was blocked by twin mountains of tits. Jon didn’t have tits. Jen had tits. They both existed in Cock’s mind.

Wait… Cock?

Of course. That’s what Jon had always called it. Or sometimes Dick. Penis. Privates. Rod. It was all of those.

Karyn shook her head vigorously. Alternate realities were flooding her mind, stacking on top of one another. The act caused the room to spin and Coc- KARYN! Karyn opened her eyes and tried to steady her equilibrium.

She looked around and recognized Jen’s lavish study. She had visited Jen here plenty of times. No... she hadn’t. Jon didn’t have a study like this. Wait, that wasn’t right. Jon didn’t have a study at all. No, there was a study. Jen had fucked a cheerleader on the coffee table. Wait... the coffee table wasn’t a table. It was a girl who got changed into one! No, it was the chair that had been a girl! The girl...chair... chair-girl Jon sat in while he jacked off Cock while looking at porn on his computer. His computer! It was Vicki from World Studies! No. No it was V.I.C.-E. Cock wished the computer was human. Cock had always hoped Jen would fuck Vicki with it. No! She was not an it!

But it was. It was Cock. She was Karyn. Both.

She had made a mistake. It was loosing itself. Couldn’t keep realities straight. It had to fix this!

Jen whined and turned on her side, moving dangerously close to the puddle she had vomited onto the floor the previous evening. As she repositioned herself, her right arm stretched out and braced herself against the floor.

Cock watched on in horror. The stone was a full arm’s length away, but it might as well be half the world away. It was completely out of reach. Now how would Cock wish for a morning blowjob? Wait… was that what it wanted to wish for? No! Karyn needed to fix things. She needed to focus! She needed to get laid! NO! She wanted things to be back to normal!

Normal.

What was normal?

Alternate realities assaulted her mind. Karyn. Jon. Cock. Jen. Person. Penis. Friend. Host? Which was real?!

All of them.

She was Karyn Black, Jon Gibson’s best friend. She was Jen Gibson’s penis. It was Cock. 

Cock looked around the room. She remembered Jon’s original room. This was so much better. She glanced between the coffee table, the chair, and the computer. She could now tell they all used to be human, but the only one out of the three she could remember was Vicki. Karyn had known Vicki, but Cock recognized all three of the items in Jen’s office. Jen had sat in that chair while she fucked a cute exchange student with Cock.

Cock hardened at the memory. She tried to remember the girl and did not experience any overlapping versions of reality. She had just been a normal girl that Jen had seduced. Jen was good very good at getting what she wanted. Not like shy Jon. He was so cute. Karyn had always had a soft spot for him. No wonder Cock had wanted to stay as his penis.

Cock let out a vapid giggle. Why had it been so worried? So many realities, and in most of them it has always been a penis. This was normal. It missed Jon, but it was so hot being attached to such a knockout like Jen. Maybe Cock could keep Jen focused on only using the stone on people who wanted to change. Or not. It was just another reality to add to the shuffle.

Part of it, the human Karyn part, fought against the thought. But right now, Cock just wanted Jen to wake up and have some fun.