You remain motionless as a bra on Suzi's bed for a few hours, but when she starts putting on different clothes and makeup, you know she's about to go out. Just as she's about to leave, she turns to you with a smile and says, "I want to be prepared for tonight. I know what I'm turning you into." She points the gun at you and fires, and you transform. Into what you're not sure, but you're smaller and more solid, and you seem thin. Suzi puts you on her bedside table and leaves.
She returns home a few hours later, drunk and obviously disappointed. She looks at you with disgust on her face: "Guess I won't be needing you tonight," she says, and promptly passes out on her bed.
You have plenty of time to sit there and think, but fortunately for some reason you don't get bored. The next day, when Suzi goes off somewhere, you realize what you've become: a condom, still in its pack. You know exactly what your fate will be, and you're terrified. Your fear rushes back later that night when Suzi returns to her apartment, but fortunately she's alone again. She ignores you and goes about her business.
And that turns out to be your life for a couple of weeks: being ignored by your giant master, and living in dread of that eventual day when she returns home with a guy. One night it finally happens, and though you'd told yourself that you just wanted it over with, when you see them together, you wish for anything else.
Unfortunately there's just nothing you can do. They get hot and heavy for a while, and then Suzi reaches a slender arm in your direction. Sure enough, she picks you up, rips open the package, and pulls you out. And then the moment you've been dreading: she slips you over this guy's erect penis, forcing you to tightly embrace his cock.
It is not appealing at all, but on the bright side you at least point towards Suzi's waiting pussy immediately thereafter. In fact, once you're put in, you can't see anything, and you can feel the pussy as much as you can feel this guy's cock. It's not exactly pleasant, but it's not the worst experience possible, and not as bad as you dreaded.
Then he comes. You can feel the reservoir of cum in your head, and as much as you want it to go away, it just ... stays there. You want to scream, you want to run away, you want to do anything. But nothing's possible.
After a few more increasingly limp seconds of action, the guy pulls out. He starts to take off the condom, but Suzi stops him. "No, let me," she says. She pulls you off, and you're sure she looks directly at you with a smirk. She holds you between two fingers and looks back at the guy.