By this point, Jon was getting bored of his test subject’s constant complaints. “Fuck it, I wish Karyn was now a lesbian and is currently at home getting ready to fuck her girlfriend.”
Before Karyn could even draw breath, she felt a sudden movement and, assumedly, she was now at home. She felt around to figure out where the hell she was, and in the process, slammed her elbow painfully on the refrigerator, sending shooting pain up her arm. “PHAAAOOOKKHH!!!” She screamed, stumbling backwards and knocking a glass off the counter with her still absurdly huge tits. She could hear it shatter on the floor. “Hey phaaabe!” came a sultry voice slurred from her bedroom. “Dibbeh heah yugh coph inh!”
Despite knowing they were fabricated, the images of her alternate life that filled her mind were so vivid. Her girlfriend’s name was Mikaela, and the two had been going out for a year. Despite this, she had no idea what her lover even looked like, courtesy of the fact she still had no eyes. She was undeniably VERY gay now, and the idea of joining her girlfriend in bed sounded extremely appealing right now. She was mortified at this fact, but she couldn’t help it. Girls were so soft and she loved how it felt to run her hands along their smooth, supple flesh, and… *oh god.*
“Youw pwowawy weawwy touiard! Don wowwy abouh duh guahh, iww gueah ih uh weuahh! Gumh tuh beh, babeh! :3”
God, her pussy lisp which Karyn should hate so much just sounded so hot now. More than a of the strong flavor of mint, (which did actually totally overpower most of the taste of her pussy), she grabbed the rod of candy and slid it out of her crotch, placing it on the counter by the sink. She felt her way through the house, following the sound of her girlfriend’s voice. She stubbed her toe on the doorway, but managed to reach the bed. Exhausted, she flopped down next to Mikaela, who wasted no time crawling on top of her girlfriend. She felt her girlfriend’s face pussy pressing gently against her own, their folds sliding against each other in just the right way. Unfortunately that asshole Jon had wiped away their tongues, otherwise they’d be sharing the hottest French kiss ever. She kicked herself for even thinking this way, actually embracing the transformation, but she couldn’t help it. Tasting her grifleiend’s pussy juice mixing with her own turned her on like nothing ever had before. Mikaela spun around and began to sixty-nine her, rubbing her face on her crotch while grinding her crotch on Karyn’s face. “Oh dabhh, girhh, deeph phiphs awh hube! Ueph meeh heph yuh!”
She spun around again, pressing her face vagina against one of Karyn’s swollen nipples, firmly grasping the huge breast with both hands and suckling Karyn’s milk with her pussy. It felt absolutely euphoric, and her face clenched as she orgasmed from her mouth. Switching boobs, Mikaela slid a hand inside the pussy between Karyn’s legs, giving her a taste of her own breast milk which mixed with the pussy juice and residual mint. Honestly everything tasted good in her aroused state. The combined pleasures brought her lower lips to another earth-shattering orgasm. Her back arched as the waves washed over her, barely even noticing as the taste of her own juices washed over the invisible taste receptors inside her pussy. Her lips flapped obscenely as she panted and gasped, coughing and sputtering as she accidentally inhaled some of the juices dripping from her face pussy. The sensory deprivation from her total blindness only enhanced the sensations. Her girlfriend rolled over off the bed, and stumbled over to the closet. She pulled something out, which was assumedly a broom and dustpan, and used the end to feel her way to the kitchen. She heard the sounds of shattered glass being swept up, and she soon drifted off to sleep, utterly exhausted. Maybe being a lesbian with a pussy for a face wasn’t so bad after all?