You have to admit, the idea is appealing. The truth is, you've been thinking about sex all day -- just not with Travis. The changes he caused have been filling your mind with thoughts of pussy. Even thinking the word makes your dick jump in your pants. You know what you want to do, and pull out your phone to do some quick research. You open up your search engine app, and type in 'hot pussy pics'. You spy lots of things that excite you instantly, but are drawn to an image of a Gothic-looking woman stretched out on an ornate rug.
Her skin is smooth and unblemished, and one soft-looking breast is pressed against the patterned fibers of the carpet. She has blue eyes, an unreal blue that must be the work of contact lenses. Her puffy lips are open in a pleading syllable. Her glossy lipstick is the same shade as her cobalt eyes. One hand is laying limp near her head, the other resting on her hips. Only inches away from her shaved hole. You feel your dick pulse. It really is huge now, pressing uncomfortably against your tight slacks. You imagine being there with her, showing her your manly physique as she looks at you with those hungry sapphire eyes and -- "[Name]?" Travis asks, pulling you out of your daze.
You must have looked a little too excited. "What do you say?" You realize you haven't responded to him yet, and nod. You put your phone away, leaving the photo open for later inspection. You do your best to make eye contact with the man in front of you, aware of your waning desire, and nod. "Yeah. Just close your eyes." He goes to sit on the couch and lays back once more. You turn your back to Travis and slide on the ring. You disrobe, letting the objects on your police belt clamor to the floor loudly. There are plenty of straps and zippers, but with some effort, you're left only in your unbuttoned police shirt and boxer briefs. You're hard as you bring the ring your lips, and imagine the girl in the photo. You kiss the cracked jewel and prepare yourself.
It's only a moment before Travis sits up swiftly, pressing a hand to his new sex. "No... you... you didn't!" His mouth is an 'O' of surprise. You notice his beard is gone -- most of his hair is gone really. His eyebrows even seem thinner than usual, more manicured and angular. Only his longish haircut remains, but you don't mind that. He looks better now, sexy. Travis prepares himself for what is next, sliding off his silk briefs. He bends himself downwards to see. In his half-on, half-off position on the couch, his legs are apart. His pussy is exposed, the coffee-colored lips spread in an alluring invitation. He presses two fingers into himself in exploration. A gentle 'ah' sound escapes him as he slides the fingers out gingerly. They're moist. You feel a hot need rise in you. You waste no time, casting off your shirt and boxer briefs. Your gargantuan dick flops back and forth, 10, maybe even 11 inches long. The power implicit in its size excites you madly. A blob of precum drips from your cock -- it makes a soft, wet 'thup' on the hardwood below.
Travis is still in shock, and barely registers when you climb onto him. You grasp him firmly, just above his hips. Your eager hands make white indents appear in his pliant flesh. "You made me straight," you say simply.