Amy rolled a four and a three. She looked at her master, who had his hands on her small bump. ‘I do this for you, master.’ Amy moved her statue seven spaces up. She landed on a green. She drew a card.
‘The life of a slave isn’t so bad,
‘Serving him sure makes you glad,
‘But now that he’s preggo,
‘It’s time to let go,
‘And enjoy your meat down below.’
Amy blinked a few times. “Huh?” She looked at Chris.
“I’m sorry, Amy, I – I had to,” Chris replied, not used to his slightly higher pitched voice. “The game made me.”
Jan rolled her eyes. “He’s not wrong, Amy.”
“Moo,” huffed Alice, glaring at Jan.
“No, no it’s okay. I had a . . . a . . . lot of fun messing around.” Amy’s mind flashed back to just a few minutes ago, when she submitted herself to Chris’ commands. When she played with his enormous breasts and he fondled her exaggerated features. Her asshole tightened suddenly around the big black buttplug was snug between her huge round cheeks. Her balls began to tingle too and her penis began to grow upward, becoming more and more erect.
“Holy shit,” Chris gasped, and watched as the seven-inch cock rose up, the veins pulsing, the head enlarging.
“Mmm,” Amy sighed and wrapped her petite fingers around at the tower of manhood that stood tall from between her soft, feminine thighs. “This feels really good.”
She began to jerk off, her fingers moving up and down her own dick, rolling up and over the edges of the head. “Fuck,” she muttered and continued to masturbate uninhibited, this man-girl with her incredibly exaggerated tits and ass and her big fat manly cock.
The butt plug was doing its work now, pressing against the right spot in her asshole, and Amy began to grunt and moan. Chris, Alice, and Jan all stared as their friend and co-worker wailed in orgasmic fury. Her balls twitched and a huge spurt of white cum spat out of the mouth of her penis. A second follow, and splattered on the table. “FUCK!” she screamed and squeezed her cock, semen oozing out and sliding down the shaft of her donk.
“Fuuuuck,” Amy muttered, her knees shaking. “Fuck.”
Jan gulped and looked at Chris.
Chris’ face was still pretty much the same, just a little more feminine. Chris stared at Amy, his mouth agape.
“I – I need a paper towel . . .” Amy said and rubbed the creamy man-goo between her fingers. “Ewwww.”