Pussy was reeling from the revelation Cock had got Rachel to agree to help the couple reverse.
What felt like a lifetime ago, a highschooler named Kyle met Rachel and fell in love. Rachel on the other hand, never saw Kyle as anymore than a fuck buddy. This demoralized Kyle, and led him into a deep depression. A depression that his then best friend (now girlfriend) Mary helped him out of and which in turn allowed them to blossom their friendship into a relationship. One that carried on even through the realization they are meant to reverse and become genitals.
One that in Pussy’s mind was currently being tested. How could Cock get Rachel involved at all? Soon she would find out because the two were going to Rachel’s house to talk to her.
“What would you even have me to say to her?” Pussy grumbled. “We’ve been over this already,” Cock spoke clearly, “the next step outlined in this book is to clear any lingering regrets you have as a person…. Or forget them entirely. And I know you better than anyone, you need to clear the air with Rachel. Tell her what she did was not right, and you’ve moved on.”
“Either way, you telling Rachel about all this… it feels wrong.” Pussy whined. “Actually,” Cock said, “when I explained what was happening to us, she seemed… excited?”
Pulling up to Rachel’s, it was just an average townhouse in a suburb. Thankfully in town, Rachel never was one to want to move away.
Pussy wondered if her owner would take her and their lover away, make new friends and start a new life. Or would she rather stay here, in this town, for all of the people in Pussy’s current life to see what she had become: The slick and tight cavern nestled warmly in between a woman’s thighs. Neatly waxed, lubricant gathering on her swollen pink lips. Pussy’s breathe became heavy, thinking about its small hole between those lips, pulsing and throbbing with want, no, NEED to grip a cock. To work it, grip it with every thrust of that manly meat stick, feeling every last detail of it, every vein, every errant hair, every goddamn PUMP. Until she feels it hit her cervix deep, and explodes, releasing that salty and sticky hot treat, that Pussy would happily gulp up and drink deeply…. she needs every drop of it after all… how else… could she make their baby…?
“Hellooooo Earth to loser?” Said Rachel, snapping Pussy back to reality from her lustful daydream, “you just come to drool and pop a boner in my living room are you gonna actually talk?” Pussy looked down.. shit.
Pussy looked around before returning attention to Rachel. Where was Cock? Why is it just her and Rachel? How long had she been in her head imagining that… vivid… but oh so real dream?
“I… I-I’m here to tell you… what you did to me… wasn’t right? I think?” Pussy slurred as she spoke. “Haha funny. Mary thinks you actually needed to speak to me to reverse.” Rachel giggled. “Must be an old copy of the Reversion Manual, newer copies will tell you that moving past former regrets isn’t needed anymore, our owners will take care of them now. After all, why should a pussy like you feel regret? You got some nice big juicy dicks to milk don’t you slut?” Rachel teased.
Pussy felt pleasure surge through her from Rachel’s last word, with a tinge of disgust mixed in. “You know, looking at you, I think you’re ready to skip a few steps to the last one. You look ready to be a little cum sucking honey pot. Might even be ready to be a little baby factory too, squeeze out some babies like the good breeder you are.” Cooed Rachel, “Ooooohhh yeah. Mary told me about that too. Makes you wonder how much you can trust your sweet little girlfriend right? And if you can’t trust her… well, I’ll put it in a way that ovary brain can understand: Who’s gonna knock you up?”
“No… No no no. You’re just trying to get in my head. Turn me against her, you just want sex… like always.” Pussy stinged back. “Yes Kyle, you’re right.” Rachel smiled. “I do wanna fuck you, but not as a man. Not anymore. I was thinking this time… I’d do the fucking…”
Pussy’s eyes went wide. “You mean..? You’re?”
“Yes, Pussy, I’m gonna reverse too. And soon, I feel it coming even now. But I gotta do the one big catalyst. The ‘Final’ Step if you will.”
“A-and that is?” Pussy gulped.
“Isn't it obvious?” Asked Rachel, “it’s sex. Sexual acts in general. Makes sense given our nature as reproductive systems.” Rachel got close to Pussy. “See once you accept that you are going to reverse and fully embrace it, sexual acts have been shown to almost always trigger a transformation of some kind. And once the first change happens… the rest is inevitable.”
“So you want to fuck me then? Steal my girlfriend’s place as my future cock and father of my children?” Pussy grimaced. “Close twat. As you already know, I’m not one for commitment, and I don’t intend for that to change once I become dick meat and cum orbs.” Rachel grinned.
“That’s horrible, so you’re okay, pounding me, cumming in me, putting a baby in me, fucking my tight little pregnant hole… letting me grip on you, cumming in my swollen body, flooding my still baking oven with your sperm again… running away… then just doing it all over the next year and the next and the next… and over again?” Pussy panted, arousal heavily apparent.
“Sounds to me like you already love the idea. But don’t worry baby, we won’t be exclusive, you can fuck other cocks too besides me. Even can push out a few of their brats too.” Rachel smiled. “But hey, you have to be sure you want this. As much as I’d love to do this right here right now, you need to decide if that’s what you want. Would you rather have your lovey dovey happily ever after with Mary? Or would you rather be a sticky sloppy hole, always stuffed with cock and cum and pushing out babies. Constantly pregnant from your around the clock breeding appointments… could be the best future for you… or maybe Mary is. But for now I want you to leave and think about what you want. Cause Kyle, let me tell you, I see the way your eyes glaze over when you daydream. How your mouth waters and your… wood.. stands erect. First signs of the end coming.”
Pussy’s heart was beating a million miles an hour. She had so much to process, and what sounds like extremely little time. She left Rachel’s house, erection still standing. In the driveway was her girlfriend waiting. Getting in the car allowed pussy to address her thoughts in peace…