Brent stood staring at himself in the mirror, completely dumbfounded. He may have been there for hours for all he knew. His mind was completely blank, like it had shut down from overload.
Slowly, as he stared at the pussy between his legs, Brent started making observations about his new organ. He definitely felt different, but not how he would have imagined. He was surprised that he didn't feel empty down there. Yes, it was different, and it felt surprisingly lighter, but he felt more...complex.
Gripped by a sudden fear of additional changes, Brent ripped off his shirt and examined the rest of his body. He looked exactly these same. Same bulging muscled arms, same rippled and the same perfect pecs. He swiveled around and looked at his backside. His muscled bubble butt remained the same, and his legs were still like tree trunks. The only change was his new pussy.
Pussy? Pussy. Pussy. He couldn't call it anything else. He knew there were other words for his pussy. Didn't it start with a V? Wasn't it pussy?
"Pussy?"
He said it aloud, meaning to say the V word, but it still came out pussy. What about the c word? That one the chicks hate being called. Maybe he could say that aloud?
"Pussy" he said confidently.
He sighed loudly, placed his hand on his hip and shifted his weight to one leg. He gazed at himself in the mirror and realized he looked like a fucking queer.
He jerked his hand away from his hip, aghast and disgusted at his effeminate stance. He wasn't some fag, he was a man!
Suddenly he felt a jolt in his nether regions, like a shock of electricity. He down towards his crotch, realizing that he couldn't really see much this way. He looked back in the mirror and stared at his new pussy.
The first thing he thought to himself was that it was a pretty nice looking pussy. Neatly groomed, with nice skin tone and beautiful lips. Brent was no stranger to pussies. He had seen many, fucked many and eaten out many and he could confidently say that he had a pretty nice fucking pussy.
He realized he was blushing at his own compliments. But then he started to feel a warmth spreading throughout his pussy. He was getting aroused! He could practically see his pussy getting better with each passing second. He could feel a growing urge to explore his new opening.
***Do it***
Brent placed both of his hands over his pussy and looked around the room, panicked. Was someone in his room?
***Do it***
The voice said again.
***Do it. Play with your pussy. You know you want to.***
This whole experience must have driven him mad. First his cock is replaced with a pussy and now that pussy was talking to him?
Brent suddenly gasped as a wave of desire pulsed from his pussy. His hands were still covering his pussy, and he could feel the heat radiating from himself. His hands were right there, would it be such a bad thing to pleasure himself, to play with his pussy?
Slowly, Brent let his left hand fall to his side and his right hand started his rubbing his pussy.
Brent moaned loudly from the sensations of his hand teasing his pussy lips. He was going slowly at first, but the feelings of urgency overwhelmed him. Quickly he plunged three of his fingers into his pussy as he started frantically fucking himself.
The same sort of passion he had felt in his dream started building again, but this was no dream. Brent's moans became louder, more urgent. He could feel the pressure building, the pleasure was cresting.
He felt what he imagined was an orgasm. There was this feeling of release, but it was nowhere near as intense as he felt in the dream. He couldn't help but feel...disappointed.
***The closet.***
There was that voice again.
***It's in the closet. You NEED it.***
The realization of what the voice was talking about hit Brent like a sledgehammer. Overcome with lust, Brent rushed to his closet, flung the doors open and started rummaging around the floor. "It has to be here," he thought fervently.
A smile spread across his lips as his fingers brushed across the silicon object. Brent grasped his hand around the shaft, and lifted the dildo out of it's hiding place.
For his 18th, Brent's teammates bought him the ridiculously over sized dildo. They said he had such a big dick that he should have a trophy of a big dick. It was a gag, they all had a good laugh at it. He didn't know why he bothered keeping it, but he was suddenly overcome with joy that he hadn't thrown it out.
***Do it*** the voice said. ***Fuck your pussy with that big dick.***
Brent flopped onto his back on the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube he kept on his night stand. He emptied the bottle on the fleshy dildo, rubbing his hands up and down the head and shaft. His friends had picked out a good one. It was veiny, thick and the head flared out for maximum pleasure.
The dildo warmed in his hands and as swiftly as he found it, Brent lowered the flared head to his pussy and started rubbing it against against his pussy lips.
Brent actually squealed in delight as he rubbed the cock up and down his pussy, teasing himself. He could feel the pleasure intensifying, more than his fingers had. He hesitated for a moment, the dildo poised to enter his pussy. Am I really going to do this, he thought to himself? Am I really going to fuck my pussy with this big cock?
***Do it.***
Suddenly he plunged the dildo into his pussy, right up to the balls. He paused for a moment, reveling in the feeling of fullness in his pussy, stars filling his vision, pleasure rippling through his body. Slowly, he pulled the dildo out the of his pussy, the head resting just outside his lips. He plunged the dick back into himself, all the way, but this time he started building a rhythm. In, out. In, out. The pleasure intensifying with each stroke, swelling and building. He could feel his wetness splashing out onto the sheets, he was so fucking turned on.
Faster and faster he fucked himself, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. The pleasure was building, insisting. He could feel himself about to orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming his senses.
He gasped, then screamed in pleasure.
His breathing was ragged, his body shivering. He slid the dildo out of his pussy and dropped it on the bed, to weak to hold it any longer.
"Fuuuuck," he said to himself, "I love my new pussy."
"Dude, what the fuck??"
Brent froze, his eyes darting to the bedroom door. There was Joey, Brent's older brother, staring wide eyed at Brent. Brent could tell by the expression on Joey's face that he had witnessed most, if not all, of his pussy action.
"I...I..." Brent stammered, not knowing what to say, "...I can explain."