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The Final Practical Joke
🕑 Added 2023-03-16 06:42:15 +0000 UTCStupid, James. He left this dildo suctioned to the living room mirror with a note as a final joke. It's my last day of this week-of-being-a-woman stuff. He did this to pick on me.
The note was so stupid.
"I had it specially casted from my own cock so you could see what you will be missing if you change back. Stick it in that tight babymaker of yours. BTW - The pills are on the counter. Take all of them and you'll stay this way — which I recommend, because you were UGLY before this."
Ha. James is funny.
I'm proud of myself. I got through five days of this body. Stupid Jame's spiked my punch at the party with the x-pills. We've been on a bit of a prank rampage, but we called truce. It's time to cool things off a bit.
Wow, this thing must be at least 8 inches long.
The material is soft. Honestly, I've never touched one of these things before. It's weird that women stuff these things into their pussies. I suppose it makes sense. If you can't have a real dick maybe a fake one will do. Especially if you can imagine something sexy while you do it. This one is so thick it's making me cringe a bit between my thighs.
Still, with the minor bit of experimenting I did in the bathtub, I think maybe it would fit if I were warmed up.
I guess it's time to say goodbye to you.
It's going to be a little sad not seeing this face in the mirror. It's so pretty. It's astounding modern science could make this possible in the form of a pill. Though they are fucking expensive. I'd definitely recommend this to anyone who wanted to experience life as a female. I just know I can't stay this way. Even though I'm totally super cute.
Jame's is right about one thing. She's way prettier than I was. This week was so easy. But now I'll just be regular old Brian again. Sigh.
It's kind of fun to stroke this thing. There's a momentum to it. Maybe I'm missing my old cock. Then again, a clit is mindblowingly fantastic.
I can feel it. She's heating up down there. A clit is so much more sensitive than a cock. It's there between my thighs, riding high above this pussy I acquired.
It was so painful to have my dick condense into a tiny nub. It was so sore for a few days. But then. Geez. It was pure bliss. Oh! I can feel it swelling even more from it's little pink hood. Maybe one more time. . .
No.
Focus. You had your fun.
Oh, I'm going to miss your sweet face. I wish I could meet someone like you. You're so fucking hot. You have the most beautiful eyes.
And your tits. I love them. I loved looking at them in the mirror. Feeling them riding on my chest. Slipping them into the bra James's sister let me borrow. It was a little small. It felt a little nice to have tits bigger and heavier than her. I felt like more of a woman.
Fuck. My panties are wet.
I mean — her panties.
It's totally embarrassing. But I totally wish I had this dildo a few days ago. It's way to late to try it. Something about rubbing it makes me feel were my pussy lips meet so clearly. They're rubbing against each other slightly as I move my thighs — slick with my wetness. I want to plunge a finger into myself so bad. This dildo is much bigger than a finger. I don't think I could even get it totally wet with my pussy yet, it's so big.
I'd need to put it in my mouth to get it wet. . .
Oh fuck.
No.
No you don't need to do that.
I'm not drooling over this cock, I promise! It's just saying goodbye is a little emotional is all. My tummy is full of butterflies and my emotions are all swirling together. Part of me wants to cry and part of me wants to laugh that I'm still stroking this huge veiny dildo. James would laugh so hard if he saw me now.
Fuck. Why can I already imagine having it in my mouth? Maybe this is what he wanted. He probably imagined it. Me touching it. Stroking it firmly. Lips wet. Tongue craving a taste. My pussy selfishly wanting it plunged inside. FUCK! We said we weren't going to prank each other anymore, James! This is just cruel of you.
That's the thing about James! He drives me crazy. Even now he's got me fighting my mind, trying not to think about his huge cock when I'm touching this dildo.
Fingers feel so good inside a pussy. So warm. They aren't synthetic. They're real, and especially good once they've been licked. I know that now. I know that deep in my pussy.
You know what else isn't synthetic?
A cock.
"A thick fucking monster cock spreading my pussy lips wide with its thick bulging head. That delicious throbbing head making way for the rest of it. A thick cock burying itself deep in my tight little pussy. Not a dildo. But a warm delicious cock moving in to fuck me."
Oh, excuse me. I got light headed there for a second.
Was I saying something?
Mmm, I'm planting my thumb into the balls of this dildo. I used to love that when my ex did it. She would play with my balls. Jack me off good before she ever put it in her mouth. I could feel thr semen building in my balls for her. There was always so much when I came. I learned a lot from her. I guess I didn't realize how much until now. But she was absolutely the best at it. Honestly, I think the only person who could be better at it is me. I know all her tricks, plus the knowledge of my old body. I could suck a cock better than her for sure — if I wanted to.
This dildo is soft but it's starting to chafe my hand. It would be better if it were wet. That's right. A cock being stroked this well needs to be glistening wet with spit.
Fuck — just look at how delicious it is.
Brian. You have to stop. You have to fight it. Don't think about how flushed and swollen your pussy is. It would totally suck in this monster now with no problem. I can feel it. It's ready. It wants it so badly. A layer of spit and this dildo will be ready to turn you from Brian to Brandy for good.
Why does sex as a woman have to feel so good. I just know I would come over and over on this dildo if I could. A male body can't do that. A male body can't do ANYTHING as powerful as that! That's the secret of being a woman. A clit ALWAYS feels bigger and better than any cock, even though it's so small. I walked so freely the last few days not having my stupid cock in the way.
"There's only two places I want a cock to be. In my mouth and in my pussy."
Fuck, what am I saying? Why does it make my nipples swell? Clear your head. You can't let a dildo in the shape of James's cock derail your entire life.
Mmmmm. James's cock. Who knew a cock as huge as this was within reach this entire week. In his pants. Under his sheets. Silly me — I was playing with my fingers! I shouldn't be thinking of James that way. But I'm so in heat I can't help it. It's a good thing the pills will wear off before he gets home.
Fuck. I'm thinking about the pills on the counter. No! It's not an option! You have to go to work on Monday! Stop thinking with your pussy.
"But I like thinking with my pussy."
Mmmm, it feels so good to say it out loud.
Punctuating the frantic momentum of my lithe feminine hands — over this wonderful dildo James left me to play with — are visions of a future that could be. A future pregnant with possibility. A future that makes my pussy drip. A future that I want to straddle and dip my hips to claim ownership. Every vision makes my thighs squeeze together. I'm dripping wet imagining a future I can't turn back from.
Why does it turn me on so much? I've never touched a man, but in these visions I'm such a whore. Everyone one of them is an image of me I cannot fathom.
If I lick it I'm a goner. I know it deep in my womb. I keep stroking it for something to hold onto. If it gets even an inch from my lips I won't be able to stop myself from taking it full into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around it. Sucking cock for the first time.
The images keep coming.
Me beneath his huge cock. Taking him into my mouth. Him fucking me. His progeny kicking in my swelling pregnant belly.
Oh god. . .
"Mrrff Mrrff Mrmmrff"
It's so thick.
James is so big.
Fuck him for doing this to me! Mmmm.
I'm going to get him when he gets home for this!
Mmmm.
Fuck him.
Yes. I'm going to take all the pills and fuck him when he gets home.
With this cock in my mouth — the visions are coming so quickly.
Instinct is taking over. Mother nature. I will follow where she leads. I can trust her. She's a woman like me.
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