I was over Brad, looking into his new, feminine face. In her eyes, I could see Brad's inner slut, Brandy looking back. I felt a tickle along my ears as long, hair spilled over my face and onto hers. I had to swing it to one side so I could see straight. This must be my hair from DeAnn's fantasy. I never experienced it so long. I could see it was brown with streaks of blonde, the type of highlights fitting for a slut.
Brandy reached up, put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down to her for a deep kiss. I felt my nipples rub against her chest. It was startlingly electrifying but gentle. It pushed me closer to the edge. But I wasn't right on top of her. Glancing though my new tumbling locks, I saw two mounds of flesh swaying and bouncing to DeAnn's rhythmic thrusting. These breasts were mine and were bouncing on top of Brandy's. It was an intense, pleasurable image. I'd never seen tits hanging over someone from this perspective. And the sensation of feeling them rub against another girl's breasts was making me loose my mind.
My wish for DeAnn's desires to come true now made me the subject of the changes. It was feeding into my own pleasure. I could sense my mind was thinking and feeling differently. My heart wsa filling with the desire to be DeAnn's lover, her partner in her humiliating, domination fantasies. I could sense she wanted fuck me with rabid enthusiasm. My body was in a storm, cast between fucking Brandy and being fucked by DeAnn.
"I told you to cum in her. Fill her up with your cum. Make her the slut she is." Her words were like a command.
Brandy hear this. "Yes, fuck me, cum in me, make me your slut!" she begged. Her hips gyrated against me. "Make me feel like Brandy!"
I thrust harder. She arched her back in orgasm, moaning words I could not understand. Her orgasm drove her completely into being Brandy. Brad was buried. He was a woman on the inside as well as the outside. Only men could arouse her now. She still had her arms around me.
"Your turn...cum in me...please cum," she moaned some more. She reached up and kissed me. I felt her tongue in my mouth and kissed her back.
The confused pleasure from my cock inside Brandy and from DeAnn's in me made me lose it, gushing hard into Brandy. She closed her eyes and moaned more.
"Oh Fuck, Fuck!!!" I squeaked. It was not a shout that came out, but a high pitched squeak. My voice was changed. I sounded just like a girl cumming. It was intense but my cock started to settle down fast. I didn't even pull out but I could feel it withdrawing.
Brandy wrapped her legs around my thighs to pull me in closer. "Don't slow down now," she begged as she tried to pull me into her again. "Make me cum again. I want more!"
I felt the pleasure of myself rubbing up against her pussy, but there was nothing there to put in her. God, the rubbing felt good though! It feels like the tip of my cock but there is no length to it for penetration. What happened? I looked down to where it should be, past my new hanging breasts and saw nothing' just smooth, curved skin to a horizon with a bit of thin fuzz. I was all girl now! My cock was reduce to a clitoris. A very sensitive clitoris that liked being rubbed against Brandy's snatch.
"Good bitch! You fucked her good!" DeAnn sneered. "Brad sure made a good slut. Brandy' I would love to see you knocked up from being fucked by your best friend. You can have a reminder of this for the rest of your life."
I could sense in DeAnn that the idea of Brad/Brandy becoming pregnant would humiliate my friend and that turned her on. She relished the idea of a man becoming a woman and made pregnant. It was like a fear for her own life was projected onto Brad. Her wish for her desire to come true percolated into a whispered wish under my breath. "I wish...wish you were pregnant."
Brandy started shaking. Another orgasm took hold while the wish fertilized her. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't want to be a mommy!" And she kept crying, knowing her fate. She was a pregnant teenager and would be a mother before she graduated. Everyone would know she what she did. Everyone would know what kind of slut she was. In her heart, she knew this would not be the last time her intense female passions would get her pregnant. She loved this new side of sex too much. Her only fear was how much of a baby breeding machine would she become. Would any of her children have the same father? She continued to cry.
But it did not end it for me. There was still a pleasure inside me. It shifted to where DeAnn was penetrating me from behind. Her thrusting continued. I wasn't humping Brandy. I was being humped by DeAnn. And I liked it! It was so new feeling something like that deep inside my belly. I was feeling the pleasure of sex but without a rock hard erection. I wanted DeAnn's cock to do its magic. I decided to help it along. I pushed back against it.
DeAnn could sense my reaction and balanced her rhythm with mine. We were fucking together. DeAnn.......