“For the third time now, I would like to ask you to spread your legs, so I can inspect it.”
They flipped open in a flash, actively bumping the two of them.
“Sorry,” I added, “I’m trying to focus!”
Even Danny’s chipperness was beginning to fade, as Grace’s hand pressed against my groin, my body almost leaping from the spot while I was hit by another dull pleasure.
“It's definitely mine,” Grace said, her hand toying with my folds.
“That’s good,” Danny sighed, moving off her seat, “It looks like the guide was deliberately vague then.”
The pleasure hummed away, but I tried to ignore them and focus on their words, staring off away from everything, into the darkness, but still I felt something move within me. Grace’s hand came to a halt, as it made contact with my moisture. While I couldn't see her, I could feel a sinister grin as she pulled away, resting her hand on my shoulder.
“So, what this means for you…” Danny started, looking at me as she drifted into the water before me. I looked at her and felt the tingle, looked down and felt the tingle, then looked out into the darkness again and still felt the dull pleasure from Grace’s hand. I was so thirsty for it I was starting to get angry, feeling a pleasure roll up my inner walls, like a drought-ridden mouth gasping for sustenance.
“Well, I’m not what you would call ‘into’ guys on a physical level, I’m more of what you would call a lady’s person,” Danny chirped, directing her hands to Grace. “Or at least, maybe? Sometimes I like them, and I felt something strong for you, but the idea of fucking you like this isn’t doing much for me I’m afraid, which is a shame because it feels like a PHYSICAL response to your body.”
I looked at my body and laughed. “I get that a lot.”
“It's not a massive worry, as I am getting erect at the mere thought of you in my dream body, but it is something to bear in mind going forward. Thankfully, it looks like we might not need to physically fuck you in that state, and, if it - and you for that matter - continue to displease us we can just adapt you a little.” My heart sunk, as Grace's hand tightened at Danny’s words. What the fuck did that mean? Danny was starting to smile again, but the smile didn't feel very warm. “Don't worry, you will still have your occasional contractual freedom away from our, ahem, programming.”
The two of them stood up over me, the liquid clinging to their rounded curves, making them glisten in the low light of the room, two perfect statues of two different female beauties, their cocks out in my direction.
Something was definitely different inside my mind.
My heart panged for them, but in a way I never even thought I would ever want. A now-dominant part of my lizard brain had surrendered, made me theirs to use, making me want to be used, but they were moving away and teasing me again. I tried to shake the notion off, refocusing my efforts, only for them to crumble before them.
They looked perfect, the delicate little Danny consumed by Grace’s kisses, her hungry hands pushing over Danny's soft flesh. Art had no images for the visceral passion I was looking at, for the hunger I sensed in each other as they explored their new parts, blocked from me by Grace’s mass, but present as their hips twitched. I found myself actively seeking it out, wanting to see their shafts pressed against their flesh, my body jolting at the mere thought of it. It wasn’t the first time I had explored stranger fetishes, but it was the first time I had done so like this, with potentially dire implications.
Focus on your humanity, I thought again, grabbing hold of the side of the bath.
“We are going to fuck each other,” Danny said, peering over Grace’s shoulder. “You can touch yourself, but keep quiet.”
It brought me out of mylust for a moment, long enough to look around the room for something else I could do while the change happened, which felt a little silly but entirely necessary. If I was going to retain my humanity I was going to have to play along, and that would require focusing, maybe just for now, likely for a long while afterwards.
I was brought back into the throes of their passion when Grace finally came back down, flumping into the water with a distracting splash, kneeling so that only her shoulders were visible above the water. Her eyes fixed on me, watching me between mites of her lover’s neck, and I knew exactly why. She was waiting for me to change, wanted to watch me change, and that brought all those passionate fantasies rushing back into my mind.
I felt more than a tingle, a full blown wave washing over me, my cunt slickening in seconds.