"... to stop this." You can hear the humming of the vibrator switch off. The feeling is an intense let-down.
"No! No stop!" you cry out. "Need be filled!"
"Honey, this is for your safety," explains Brooke, trying to set aside her own lust. "I... I want to finish, too. Believe me, I do... but the way it's affecting you... I'm worried you... might be getting into this a little too much... You're not even speaking to me in coherent sentences anymore..."
"No need talk good," you tell her. "Me pussy. Only need be filled. Fill pussy now."
"I'm turning you back," says Brooke, sitting up and sliding over to the side of the bed. "I think the silver ring is too strong for you to handle." Her words confuse you-- turning you back? Into what? What silver ring?
Brooke grasps the gold ring and slips it off her finger with a light tug. Nothing happens. In disbelief, she looks around. Then you hear her say, "Uh-oh..."
"What wrong?" you ask in her head.
"Oh, shit..." mutters Brooke. "You... you didn't change back! You're still my vagina!"
"Me pussy," you answer. "Need be filled now."
Brooke tries putting on the ring and then quickly taking it off again. Nothing. You are still right there, between her legs, ravenous for release. "Unngh..." she moans, setting the ring on the table. Your craving is really starting to influence her libido. Resignedly, she sighs, "Alright... This hornyness is... driving me crazy... Maybe if I finish, the... spell will finally wear off..."
She resumes her position on the bed with her legs spread, puts the vibrator on its highest setting, and plunges it into your waiting sheath, all the way in. Back and forth, she moves it, gradually increasing her pace. You let out another series of moans. The intensity is too much-- you're at your limit. Finally, a cascade of unparalleled orgasmic bliss ripples through your entire being, and through the rest of your girlfriend's body, too. It's enough to make you both cry out at once. The excess liquid drips out of you uncontrollably, as all at once you begin to slacken again.
"Oh my god," says Brooke. "That was incredible..."
A wave of drowsiness washes over you. "Me... tired... Go sleep..."
As the exhaustion overtakes you, it occurs to Brooke that you still haven't changed back. "Oh, shit..." she repeats. "What am I going to do now?"