"Ugh...okay...what am I now?" Rick thought to himself as the light dissipated. He tried to open his eyes to see what he had turned into, only to realize he couldn't. It was the opposite of the blinding light that encompassed him seconds before - total darkness. He tried again and again, attempting to access other simple human senses...no, senses even animals had and could distinguish. It didn't take long for Rick to realize just how limited whatever his new form was now.
Darkness.
Deafness.
Odorless.
Tastelessness.
All he had left were very minor sensations. A wet blanket that encompassed his entire being, and a silken pillow that began to suffocate it. That was the bed he was sleeping on. Even in these immediate moments, he felt like this was what death was. Being left alone in one's thoughts, caught between subtle pain and pleasure - never able to truly feel either.
"No...no...no! I can't *FUCKING* live like...!"
Before he could finish his thought, he became overwhelmed by a sudden sense of euphoria. Something that made that wet blanket complement the silky pillow he was resting on...no, the blanket itself was feeling pleasurable. The blanket was his purpose! But what caused it? He could already sense his bliss beginning to fade...what was it? He was thinking about living...no, still nothing...what else could it be?
**FUCKING**?
Oh god, yes, that was it! That was what was going to let him withstand this living hell! It felt a little weird but...no, he couldn't handle anything else right now!
**FUCKING**! **FUCKING**! How about...***SEX***...yes, that worked! Just keep thinking about...
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Emily rubbed her eyes as the light flashed, recovering from the temporary blinding as fast as she could! She couldn't help but take time to look around for Rick - self preservation slipping past her thoughts in hopes of her boyfriend being okay. Unable to see him, she held back tears. Held herself back from breaking down. "Come on Emily. No time for this. You can find him. He's fine. Just get that camera and you can change him back!" Resolving herself, she started a run towards the house, ready to go upstairs to confront her mother's unintentional reality changes!
However, her movement had its own unintended consequences. Her silky panties had tightened, creating a deep cameltoe on her pussy...or rather, Rick. Her boyfriend had turned into her pussy.
Emily pushed the door open and began to jog up the stairs. One step grew to five steps...
...before there was an unmistakable feeling in her nether regions...she was feeling horny. She tried to shake it off as her nipples began to harden. What the hell could she be horny about now in all situations!? Why the hell was she thinking about masturbating? About someone filling her up with as much cum as her vagina could handle? About someone...giving her a baby? Filling her while pregnant...fuck...why the hell was she enjoying this?
The truth that neither had realized was that - unlike a normal pussy, Rick's thoughts were allowing him to control any and all sensations the body part was feeling. Thus, when he began to think about "fucking" - about the idea that gave his new form the most pleasure - well, the rest of Emily's body was urging her to satisfy this primal desire: breeding with a mate. This was a libido only possible by a sentient pussy - a pussy who could only feel comparable pleasure to a human's via these intense thoughts.
But would Emily be able to shake these thoughts? Or would Rick be able to recognize what he was and what he was doing?