DeAnn was watching me on top of a weeping Brandy. She held my newly curved hips, bracing herself for stronger thrusting. She was elated Brad became Brandy and was made pregnant by my wish. Now her desire to humiliate fixated on me. She thrust deeper into me. She made my pleasure build more and more.
"Aww...Brandy feels bad. We need to fix that" she said. She pulled me by my hips towards her, sliding down Brandy. My face passed her breasts, passed her navel until I was looking right at her pussy. It was still wet and I could see what was left of my masculinity dripping down her thigh.
"Let's make her feel better. Go down on her!" She ordered. Her desire to watch me eat Brandy's cum sloppy pussy manifested in my wish for me to please her desires. I leaned forward and started going down on my friends lips. It was wet and thicker than I expected. I had never tasted cum before but my newly blossomed feminine nature made this into a turn on I had never felt before. My tongue rolled around her clitoris and lapped up stray semen. DeAnn's thrusting gave and extra bump to my efforts. The sluttiness now instilled in Brandy was reviving her lust and making her temporarily forget the stressful realization of her new maternity status. She began to moan in pleasure, parting her legs a bit more. I felt her hands reach down and hold the back of my head, holding my mouth and nose against her slit. My face was soaking from the mix of her wetness and my last act of masculinity. DeAnn's motion made my face slide along her pussy lips.
I had trouble catching my breath. DeAnn's poundiing her strap on in my new pussy was just too much. The room melted away. I was oblivious to the other two girls that stopped their action to watch us. There was sliding inside me and the pussy in front of me.
"That's a good little bitch. Keep it up" DeAnn said. "It's like I am fucking Brandy with you! It's like you are my fuck stick, not this dildo I'm wearing."
I could sense new desire rising in her lustful heart. She grabbed my hands and pulled them behind her back. She was now ramming my head deliberately into Brandy. A new desire was forming and I was compelled to make another wish to satisfy her. "I wish I was your fuck stick" It just came out.I could not help it. My hands, now behind my back, were pulled by DeAnn around her waist.
I managed to reach all the way around her waist from behind and clasped my hand together around her back. They felt stretched but not uncomfortably so. She continued to thrust me at Brandy's pussy. My face was still sliding along her wet slit. She paused her thrusting to straddled my legs. She used her knees to push mine together. It made my pussy grip her strap on more tightly. It felt really good. I was still climbing in pleasure, uncaring what my wish was going to do to me. Everything just felt good and I did not want it to stop.
I tucked my ankles under my clasped hands. It gave me better stability Again, my legs felt stretched but there was no discomfort. DeAnn was like a focused beast, just thrusting and thrusting. I was moving entirely to her motion, to and fro. I glanced over my right shoulder. There was black lace, like lingerie tying my shoulders around DeAnn's body.
Wait! That lace! That's where my arms should be! I tried to unclasp my hands but I could not let go. My heart pounded. I was changing! I tried to pull forward, but I felt myself lifting up. I no longer felt her dildo sliding in and out of me but I was still thrusting with DeAnn. Or more like she was thrusting me, and with great pleasure. The back of my legs were getting soaked. I looked down and saw more black fabric lined with lace. My legs were the fabric crotch of her panties, From my hips forward, I was sticking out form them.
I tried to move, but could barely manage a wiggle. I took a breath, barely, and my heart continued to pound. My long hair was not in the way. It was gone. This is getting way to scary. I had lost my male gender, now I was losing my very human nature. And all to DeAnn's base desires. I had lost control of my own wishes to her. How can I stop her from abusing me even more?
I tried to make a wish, but I could not breath to speak! I turned to look forward. My face was still sliding along Brandy's pussy, but it seemed to be getting bigger. And wetter. She thrust me forward, passed Brandy's pussy. Brandy was still reaching down to me and grabbing my head but her hands wrapped completely around me. I noticed Sarah and Bonnie looking at us, Sarah was rubbing her own pussy while Bonnie decided to give Brandy a treat by rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
Brandy moaned some more, pushed down on my head. "Put it in me" she mewed. I was an it? No one in the room even realized I was once a person. I was now a plastic fuck stick. I felt Brandy grab my head and held it down over her opening. DeAnn gave a thrust and I was plunged right into her vagina. The last thing I heard was Sarah shouting "You go girl!"
I felt her walls sliding across my face and body. She was so wet. DeAnn thrust me harder ad harder. I still felt sex, like it was from behind. I also felt my fabric legs, now her strap on panty crotch, rubbing against her pussy. Both were building to orgasmic climax and so was I. Brandy climaxed first. She started to scream and her walls constricted around me. It felt good, like I was doing good for her and it was making me sense a climax. I started to feel an orgasmic sensation of my own. DeAnn thrust again, deeper and held my there. I felt her orgasmic screams through Brandy's body and through my ass's contact with her pussy. She finally came. I felt myself shudder inside Brandy with my own total body orgasm. It felt good to be a dildo, especially one that pleases pussy!
What was I thinking! I was thinking of being a good dildo, a pleasure toy of others. I am a person! But I could not help thinking of the pleasure these two girls felt because of me. I was feeling aroused again. Will I be used again? I have to stop thinking this and figure out a way to wish myself back to normal. Wait, I am normal. I am a strap on dildo. What else could I be? Thrusting in and out of a wet pussy was the best experience I ever had.
I felt DeAnn, I think that was her name, pull me out of a girl I knew was my friend, but I can't remember her name. All I remember was she had a wet pussy that had a bunch of cum in it from someone else. Another girl, the one that shouted something just before I was put to good use, came over to me and smiled.
"Your toy looks like it needs a good cleaning'" she said as she wrapped her mouth around me, sucking on me. It gave me a shiver of pleasure knowing I was appreciated enough for an oral cleaning.
DeAnn smiled, "Clean it off good. I'm going to make good use of it with you next." Fantastic, I get to please again!
The other girl, the one fondling the girl I just made cum, said, "Too bad there aren't any guys with us. A real flesh and blood man would be great right now." At least I am here to service these pussy's. I hope my owner doesn't keep me in her dresser drawer for to long after tonight. Or worse yet, get a boyfriend. I belong in a pussy.