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“This has to be fake,” Tony mumbled to himself, turning the cartridge over in his hands.

Pokémon: Gardevoir Green.

He’d never heard of it but the listing had been vague—“Rare prototype. Works on original Game Boy. Sold as-is.”—and the bid had been surprisingly low. Curiosity won. He placed the final offer.

Three days later the package arrived.

Tony sat on the edge of his bed, Game Boy already loaded with batteries. The cartridge felt heavier than a normal one, the plastic slightly warmer than it should have been. The label was faded, the artwork showing a serene Gardevoir. He slid it into the slot with a soft click.

The screen lit up.

Then it flared.

A blinding white light exploded from the tiny display, so intense it felt like it burned straight through his eyes. Tony threw a hand up, but the light was already everywhere. His body locked. A strange, deep pressure bloomed in his chest, then raced outward in every direction.

When the light finally faded, the Game Boy was gone.

Tony staggered, nearly falling. His center of gravity felt completely wrong. He looked down—and froze.

Two small, perky breasts rose and fell with his panicked breathing. Between them, protruding from the center of his chest, was a smooth, glossy red spike—exactly like the one every Gardevoir had. His skin was pale white, almost luminous. Long, elegant green “hair” framed his face and flowed down his back like a living veil. His arms ended in graceful, three-fingered hands of the same soft green. From the waist down he wore what looked like a flowing white gown fused directly to his body, the fabric-like material ending just above slender legs.

He opened his mouth to scream.

“Gardevoir!”

The word came out high, melodic, and completely involuntary.

Tony’s eyes widened in pure horror. He tried again.

“Gardevoir—! Gardevoir!”

Nothing else would come out. Every attempt to speak, every frantic thought, left his lips as the same single word.

He stumbled over to the full-length mirror on his closet door and stared.

A Gardevoir stared back.

The face was still recognizably his in the structure of the eyes and the shape of the mouth, but everything else had been rewritten into the elegant, feminine form of the Pokémon. The red chest spike sat prominently between the two small, soft breasts. The gown-like lower body swayed gently with every panicked breath. His new hands trembled as he raised them to touch the spike, then the curve of one breast. Both felt warm and real.

“Gardevoir…” he whispered again, voice shaking.

He had no idea what had happened.

One moment he had been a twenty-something guy who still loved Pokémon. The next, he was standing in his bedroom as a living Gardevoir, unable to say anything except his new name, perky breasts and a body that no longer felt like his own.

Tony—now Gardevoir—sank slowly to the floor in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection that refused to change back.

The bus stop was a tired slab of concrete on the edge of town, baking under a lazy afternoon sun. Dan and Kenny sprawled on the rickety bench, flicking rocks at a dented trash can and laughing over nothing. Dan, broad and scruffy in his worn hoodie, elbowed Kenny, who was leaner, his baseball cap tilted back as he smirked. “Bet you miss again, dude,” Dan teased, tossing a rock that clinked off the can’s rim. Kenny snorted, flicking his own rock wide. “Says the guy who can’t hit a barn door. Bus is late anyway—might as well keep losing.”

Their laughter echoed in the empty lot, the air heavy with summer heat and the drone of distant traffic. They were halfway through a dumb argument about who’d survive in a zombie apocalypse when the world flickered—like a glitchy video game, static crackling at the edges of their vision. Before they could blink, an unseen force slammed them together, shoulder to shoulder, hard enough to knock the breath out of them. “What the—?!” Kenny’s wheeze was cut short as their bodies fused, flesh melding like hot wax. A searing heat tore through them, bones grinding, muscles reshaping. They tried to pull apart but their forms flowed together, merging at the chest, the waist, the legs. Their yells pitched higher, blending into a single, panicked cry as their bodies merged and melded, transforming into something entirely new.

From their scalps, long hair erupted in silky torrents—Dan’s a glossy black, cascading in waves; Kenny’s a vibrant auburn, spilling in loose curls. The strands tickled their newly slender shoulders, which had narrowed into a delicate, feminine curve. Their faces softened, Dan’s square jaw smoothed into a gentle oval, his stubble vanishing; Kenny’s sharp cheekbones lifted, his freckles fading under flawless skin. Their eyes grew larger, lashes lengthening into dark fringes and their lips plumped into soft, glossy pouts. Two heads, still unmistakably theirs but more feminine, sat side by side on a single pair of thin shoulders.

Their now shared torso reshaped with a dizzying pull. Their ribs compressed while their waists cinched, making their shared breathing feel tight, almost intimate. Their chests swelled as full, heavy breasts forming, each curve straining against the mismatched remains of their old clothes. Their hoodies and jeans shimmered then dissolved, reforming into a tight Japanese sailor outfit, vibrant blue and white with a predominate red bow residing in the middle, something straight out of an anime. The cropped top clung to their new bust, exposing a taut, smooth midriff that gleamed in the sunlight. A pleated blue miniskirt, barely grazing their thighs, hugged their flared hips which had ballooned into voluptuous curves. Beneath, white panties peeked out, clinging to a soft feminine mound that replaced their former anatomy. Their legs stretched long and shapely, encased in white thigh-high stockings that ended in their feet enveloped in shiny black shoes.

They collapsed onto the bench, their shared body trembling as the sailor outfit rustled slightly with every movement. Dan’s head whipped toward Kenny’s, his new voice high and melodic. “Dude, what the fuck?!” Kenny’s head tilted down, auburn curls swaying as he gawked at their shared form. “I… We…We’re… a chick. A hot one. With *two heads*.” His voice matched Dan’s, soft and breathy, laced with disbelief. Their breasts rose and fell with each shaky breath, the tight top accentuating every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination. The miniskirt rode up as they shifted, revealing the thin strip of panties and the smooth mound beneath, sending a flush of heat through their shared nerves.

Dan tried to stand up but their body lurched, Kenny’s instincts pulling the opposite way. They stumbled, one slender hand—nails neatly manicured—grabbing the bench for balance. The other hand twitched, grazing the hypersensitive skin of their exposed belly, sending a jolt of electricity through their fused form. Every nerve screaming in its new state, wired together and amplifying each sensation. “Stop that!” Dan snapped, his head glaring at Kenny’s, their faces inches apart. “You’re making us… bounce.” “I’m not doing it on purpose!” Kenny shot back, his auburn hair catching the light. “God, look at us. These boobs are huge, and this…….?! I can feel *everything*.” His voice trembled as their shared hand brushed their midriff, the touch sparking a shiver that made their hips twitch.

Dan’s eyes widened. “Don’t touch anything!” But their hand, almost with a mind of its own, drifted lower. Grazing the hem of the miniskirt, their fingers brushed the edge of the panties, then the soft mound beneath. A gasp slipped from their lips, high and involuntary as a wave of pleasure rippled through their shared body. Their cheeks flushed, the heat spreading down their neck, across their chest, and lower still. The stockings slid against their thighs as their legs shifted, the sensation overwhelming, like every nerve was dialed to eleven. “Kenny, quit it!” Dan hissed, but his voice cracked, caught in the same electric thrill. Their hand lingered, exploring the unfamiliar contours, each touch sending sparks that neither could ignore. Their breasts pressed against the tight sailor top, nipples hardening under the fabric and their hips rolled slightly, the miniskirt hiking up further. “We’re… stuck like this,” Kenny whispered, his head turning to meet Dan’s gaze. Their new faces were close enough to see every detail—their softened features, the glint of panic and curiosity in their eyes. “What do we do now?” Dan swallowed, feeling the strange weight of their shared body, the way every movement tugged at their curves.

“Shit…. The bus is coming. We can’t let anyone see us like this.” Kenny pointed, barely hearing the faint rumble of the bus grow louder over the pulsing in his ears, its headlights flickering down the road. Their shared heart raced, panic mingling with a strange, undeniable thrill. Their hand hovered, still tempted to explore as the reality of their fusion sank in.

Emma was thrilled to share her family’s farm with her city friend Steph, whose vibrant blue hair stood out against the rustic backdrop. Steph, wide-eyed and curious, soaked in the sprawling fields and earthy scents of country life. Emma led her to the barn, proudly introducing her prized stallion, Rowan, his brown coat gleaming in the sunlight. “He’s gorgeous!” Steph exclaimed, stroking his muzzle. Emma grinned. “Want to take him for a ride?”

Soon, the two women were atop Rowan, Emma in front guiding the reins, Steph behind her, arms loosely around Emma’s waist. They ventured along the winding trails, Steph marveling at the open meadows and whispering pines. “This is unreal,” she laughed, the city’s clamor a distant memory. The sun bathed them in warmth but as they reached a meadow, Emma spotted dark clouds rolling in. “Storm’s coming,” she said, turning Rowan back toward the farm. “Let’s head back.”

They’d barely started when a strange pulse rippled through the air—an invisible wave of energy that prickled their skin and made Rowan snort uneasily. Before Emma could speak, a searing heat gripped her legs. She looked down, heart pounding, as her thighs began to fuse into Rowan’s sides, her flesh melting into his. A small shriek came from behind—Steph. Emma twisted to see Steph’s legs vanishing into Rowan’s hindquarters, her face pale with shock.

“What’s happening?!” Emma cried, her voice trembling as her body slid forward, her hips aligning with Rowan’s shoulders, and her upper torso replaced his head. She could feel everything—the powerful muscles of the stallion’s body, the grass beneath hooves that were now hers. Steph, meanwhile, shifted backward, her torso now rising where Rowan’s hind legs began. Emma glanced back, meeting Steph’s wide, speechless eyes. Both women’s bodies transitioned seamlessly into horse fur just below their navels, their human skin blending into the stallion’s brown coat.

They were one—a centaur, a monstrous fusion of two women and a horse. Emma’s mind reeled, but Steph’s gasp drew her attention. “Emma… I… I can feel it,” Steph stammered, her voice shaking. Emma followed her gaze, realizing with horror that Steph now bore Rowan’s penis and testicles, the heavy organ hanging beneath her, part of their shared equine body. “Oh my God,” Emma whispered, her human mind struggling to process the grotesque reality.

As if responding to their panic, a surge of heat coursed through their shared form. Steph gasped as their massive horse penis swelled, growing rigid against their underbelly. Emma, leaning forward and bending at the waist, peered beneath their shared body and shrieked softly. Their cock was enormous and only growing bigger, pulsing with unnatural vitality, its size both alien and terrifying. Steph’s new testicles swayed heavily between their rear legs, each movement amplifying the raw, primal urges flooding her.

“Emma, I can’t… Oh God I can’t stop it,” Steph whimpered, breathing heavily. Her voice thick with desperation. She fought the lust consuming her, but their body betrayed her. The slightest brush of the engorged cock against their horse belly triggered an eruption. Cum sprayed violently beneath them, the raw euphoria overwhelming Steph’s senses. Emma, still leaning forward, caught the brunt of it—hot, sticky fluid splattered across her face. She yelped, recoiling, but the shared pleasure coursed through her too, binding them in the ecstasy.

As the waves of sensation faded, shame and horror settled in. Emma wiped her face, her hands trembling. Rowan’s…. no, not Rowan’s anymore but Emma’s, Emma and Steph’s cum dripping from her chin. “Steph… that was…,” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. Steph’s eyes glistened with tears. “I couldn’t stop it,” she murmured, mortified. Their massive cock remained stubbornly erect, refusing to soften while the heavy sway of their testicles made each step awkward as they forced themselves to move toward the farm.

Walking was a struggle, their shared body ungainly, the persistent arousal a constant torment as it bobbed and swayed. The farm’s silhouette loomed in the distance, but with it came dread. How could they face Emma’s family like this? A two-headed centaur, fused with their stallion, cursed with a body that wouldn’t relent? The storm clouds overhead mirrored their turmoil, and as they trudged forward, the threat of another eruption loomed, their massive cock still rock-hard, ready to betray them again.

Lila stumbled into her apartment, the world was spinning from a night of too many shots and thumping basslines. Her heels were long gone, abandoned somewhere at the club and her tight sequined dress clung to her sweat-damp skin. Giggling to herself about a joke she half remembered, she unceremoniously stripped and collapsed onto her bed, the room beginning to spin even faster. As she sank into the mattress, her eyelids grew heavy as the drunken haze began pulling her toward sleep. The party had been a blur—dancing, laughing, more tequila than she could count—but now, all she wanted was to sleep.

Halfway into the realm of sleep, she felt the bed shift as a heavy weight settling over her crotch. A lazy smile curved her lips. It must be her boyfriend, she thought as her eyes fluttered open, and she froze. Looming above her wasn’t her boyfriend but a massive, throbbing, veiny cock, three feet long and pulsing with heat. Drunk and dazed, Lila’s brain short-circuited as her hands moved on instinct, wrapping around the impossible erection. It was hot, almost burning, and her inner wild side roared back to life. “Well, damn,” she slurred, stroking it slowly, marveling at the sheer size. She didn’t question it—tequila made everything feel like a fever dream.

Stroking her erection slowly, slick precum dribbled over her fingers, spurring her on. Breathing hard, she sat up. Shifting to her knees, she began stroking faster, harder, lost in the rhythm. Working her hips forward and back in sync to her frantic stroking, she wasn’t grinding hard against her boyfriend but an enormous pair of black testicles, heavy and hot. Lost in the drunken haze of pleasure, Lila didn’t care what she was straddling as long as this sensation didn’t stop. Reaching the peak of euphoria, she gave her cock one last stroke as it twitched and erupted, a fountain of hot, sticky cum spraying everywhere. She gasped, panting from the effort and toppled off her massive balls, collapsing onto the bed. As cum continued to dribbled from her still rock hard erection, the room stopped spinning as she passed out, a satisfied smirk on her face.

Matilda fluttered through the pink dawn sky, her iridescent wings sparkling erratically. She was gloriously, messily drunk. The fairy had spent the entire night sneaking sips from cocktails left unattended at Club Lumina, dancing invisibly in the rafters, and generally causing tiny, harmless chaos among the humans. It had been one of the best nights she’d had since getting stuck in the human world months ago.

Her tiny body wobbled as she flew low over the quiet residential streets. The sun was just beginning to crest the horizon, painting everything in soft gold. She needed to get back to her home, a small nook within the Grandmother Tree before the city fully woke up. Then she spotted him. Through a second-story window left cracked open, a man was sleeping peacefully on his back. Mid twenties, short blonde hair, stubbled jaw, wearing nothing but a thin white t-shirt and black boxer shorts. He looked so comfortable. So vulnerable.

Matilda’s drunken mind lit up with mischief. “Ooh… just a little fun,” she giggled to herself, zipping over to the windowsill and peeking inside. Unable to resist, she hovered above his sleeping form and began weaving a spell between her tiny hands. The magic was sloppy, half-formed, glowing with erratic sparks. She hadn’t quite finished the incantation when she lost her balance, hiccuped, and accidentally released it.

The hodgepodge spell shot forward like a fizzy firework and struck the man square in the chest. Instant results.

His body below the neck began changing rapidly. Muscle melted into soft, feminine curves. His waist cinched dramatically while his hips widened with a audible crack. His thighs thickened and smoothed, becoming thick and plush. Between his legs, his cock and balls shrank away completely, folding inward into a soft new pussy. The black boxer shorts shrank and reshaped into a tiny, lacy black thong that nestled tightly against his new folds. At the same time, his chest surged forward. Two massive, heavy breasts ballooned outward, stretching his thin white t-shirt to its absolute limit. The fabric grew see-thru as it strained over the enormous tits, dark nipples clearly visible. The man woke with a startled gasp. “What the—?!” His voice was still deep and masculine, his head completely unchanged. He sat up quickly, staring down at the impossible body beneath his unchanged male face. His hands flew to the massive breasts now dominating his chest. “Holy shit… these are……. Holy shit!”

Matilda hovered over the window sill, covering her mouth as she drunkenly giggled.

The man knelt on the bed, frantically groping and lifting his new breasts, staring at them in bewilderment. The motion made them jiggle heavily in the overstretched shirt, but then the spell continued. A second pair of breasts began swelling directly below the first. Slightly smaller but just as full and perky, they pushed outward, creating a second, perfect row of tits. The man’s eyes widened in utter dismay.

“No, no, no— what the fuck is happening?!”

He scrambled off the bed in panic and immediately lost his balance on his new, unfamiliar center of gravity. He crashed to the floor with a thud. The violent motion was too much for the tortured t-shirt. It tore loudly straight down the front, unleashing all four massive breasts at once. They bounced and swayed heavily with the impact. Before he could even react, a third set of breasts rapidly formed. These sprouted just below the second pair, one on each side of his belly button — perky, round, and extremely sensitive. He now had six breasts total, arranged in three perfect rows down his feminized torso.

Matilda was laughing so hard she was spinning in mid-air. “This spell is amazing,” she slurred happily. “Look at you go!”

The man sat on the floor in shocked silence, staring down at his six-breasted. His hands trembled as he tried to cover himself, but there was far too much soft, jiggling flesh to hide.

Matilda’s stomach suddenly lurched. The mischievous night of partying at the club mixed with stolen cocktails hit her all at once. “Oh… oh no. Bad idea. I shouldn’t have spun. Now the world is spinning,” she muttered, wings fluttering unsteadily. She took one last look at the “man” on the floor, giggled weakly, and shot out the window.

Stopping along the way to vomit, she barely made it back to the magnificent oak tree in the middle of the once ancient forest turned into a park. The Grandmother Tree’s hollow entrance seemed to sway as she approached. She nearly missed it entirely, clipping her wing on the bark as she tumbled inside. Stumbling to her mossy little bed, she collapsed face-first into it. The Grandmother Tree rustled disapprovingly around her, its ancient presence gently scolding her for another night of reckless partying. Matilda smiled sleepily, already drifting off. “I should… check on that guy later…” she mumbled, but was unconscious before she even finished the thought, the multi-breasted man completely forgotten.

Steve stirred in bed, his eyes fluttering open to a strange sensation. His body felt softer, lighter, and as he sleepily glanced down, his breath caught. A sheer, see-through nightgown clung to a figure that wasn’t his—curvy hips, a tiny waist, and, most shockingly, a large pair of perky breasts. Long blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders, tickling his skin. He blinked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, this is one hell of a dream,” he whispered, running his hands over the unfamiliar curves, marveling at the softness. He twirled a strand of hair, imagining the wild scenarios his subconscious had cooked up this time. Any second now, he’d wake up, back to his usual lanky self but until then, he was going to enjoy this dream.

The fantasy lingered as he stretched, the nightgown shifting against his new skin. He stood, catching his reflection in the bedroom mirror—a cute girl with big, bright eyes and a figure that could stop traffic. Steve’s grin widened. “Damn, dream-me is hot,” he purred, striking a playful pose. He spun around, giggling at the way his hair bounced, fully immersed in the absurdity of it all. This was the best dream he’d had in years, and he was in no rush to wake up. He flopped back onto the bed, ready to see where this bizarre dreamworld took him next.

Then, a shrill beep-beep-beep shattered the moment. His alarm clock blared, the same annoying tone he’d heard every morning for years. Steve’s eyes snapped wide, his heart lurching. He fumbled to silence it, his new hands clumsy, and stood back up, staring at the mirror again. The blonde girl stared back, her expression now one of panic. “No way,” he whispered, touching his face, his voice higher, softer. The nightgown, the hair, the body—it wasn’t fading. This was real. His smile vanished, replaced by a mix of shock and a strange, dawning excitement as he realized his life had just taken a wild, impossible turn.

Jeff’s sneakers pounded the park’s gravel path, his breath steady under the morning sun. The air smelled of damp grass and pine while his slim frame cut through the breeze in shorts and a faded t-shirt. Halfway through his usual loop, the trees rustled ahead and a lanky teenage boy stumbled onto the path, clutching a strange, clunky remote studded with blinking lights and mismatched buttons. Jeff barely registered the kid—scrawny and he seemed to be all elbows and knees with a mop of greasy hair, so Jeff kept running, eyes on the trail.

As Jeff passed, the teen smirked and raised the remote, aiming it like a TV remote. A faint hum buzzed in the air and in a blink—pop—Jeff’s world flipped upside down. One second, he was a lean guy mid-stride; the next, he was… something else. His center of gravity lurched and he stumbled, barely catching himself as he regained his balance. Soft, voluminous curls bounced around his shoulders and a strange weight jiggled on his chest. He looked down and froze. Two large, fur covered breasts stared back at him. Below, his body curved into an hourglass with creamy white fur blending into russet fur at his hips. A glance further down revealed no trace of his old anatomy—just smooth, feminine lines. Behind him, swaying in the breeze, were multiple bushy tails.

“What the—” Jeff’s voice came out high-pitched, melodic, and distinctly not his. He was naked, save for the fur that barely preserved modesty. A Kitsune, he realized, his brain scrambling to name the mythical fox-girl form he’d somehow become. His hands—dainty, with sharp little claws—shot to his chest, hefting the unfamiliar weight. Shock numbed his thoughts as he stood there, a curvaceous woman in the middle of the park, tails twitching.

A cackle snapped him out of his shock. The teenage boy was doubled over a few yards away, clutching his sides, tears streaming from laughter. “Oh man, that’s perfect!” the kid wheezed, waving the remote like a trophy. Jeff’s eyes narrowed, the connection clicking—that little punk did this. Fury bubbled up but before he could lunge or shout, the teen bolted, still giggling and vanished into the dense trees like a rat.

Jeff stood alone, heart racing as the claws on his feet dug into the gravel. The park was quiet, but distant joggers could appear any second. He—she?—glanced around, tails flicking nervously. The remote was gone, the kid was gone, and Jeff was stuck as a naked, multi-tailed fox girl with no clue how to change back. His new body felt nimble but alien, every step sending unfamiliar sensations through his curves. He took a shaky breath, hefting his chest again, and muttered, “Alright. Let’s find that brat.”

With a final glance at the woods, Jeff darted toward the trees for cover, tails streaming behind. Somewhere in there, that scrawny piece of shit was probably hunting for his next victim. Jeff’s new claws flexed. If he caught that kid, mythical fox powers or not, there’d be hell to pay.

Lily sat on the couch in front of her full-length mirror, head still slightly hurting from the wine she’d drunk the night before. The package from that shady fetish site had arrived earlier that morning and she was super impressed by their delivery time. She couldn’t quite believe she’d hit “purchase” while tipsy and horny at 2 a.m., but here it was: a glossy black latex bodysuit, skin-tight and gleaming, with a hidden zipper running from the nape of her neck all the way down her spine.

She hesitated, biting her lip. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. But curiosity—and the lingering buzz of last night’s impulses—won out. She has stripped naked and stepped into the suit. The latex was cool and slick at first, stretching perfectly over her slender legs, hugging her narrow waist and modest hips like a second skin. It climbed higher, encasing her torso and chest, the material compressing and accentuating her petite frame into something sleek and fetishistic. She pulled the zipper up and the moment the suit sealed around her fully, something changed. A heavy, throbbing weight rapidly materialized between her thighs. Lily gasped sharply as a massive equine cock surged out and into existence, thick and veined, hanging heavily from her groin. Below it swung a large, pendulous pair of testicles, already churning. The suit had perfectly incorporated the new anatomy, the black latex forming a seamless sheath around the base while leaving the mottled pink-and-black shaft fully exposed.

“Oh my god…” she whispered. The cock was enormous—easily fourteen inches long and as thick as her arm—already semi-hard and radiating intense heat against her inner thighs. A thick bead of precum welled at the flared tip and dripped audibly onto the hardwood floor with a wet plap. Another followed, then another. The musky, masculine scent hit her nose, and a wave of raw, overwhelming lust crashed through her petite body.

Her hands moved almost on their own. Lily wrapped her small hands around the massive girth, unable to encircle it. The heat was incredible, the skin velvety-soft over steel-hard flesh. She couldn’t believe she was doing this based on a drunken impulsive purchase but she began slowly stroking the penis, feeling every ridge and vein, watching in awe as the cock swelled to its full, intimidating length under her touch. More precum poured out in a steady stream, coating her fingers and splattering the floor.

“Fuck… it’s so big,” she moaned, her voice breathy and high. Her hips bucked involuntarily, making the heavy balls swing. Desire completely overtook her uncertainty. She pumped faster, both hands sliding up and down the slick, throbbing length. The latex bodysuit creaked softly with her movements, hugging every curve of her body while the alien cock dominated her attention.

Pleasure built rapidly as she picked up the pace. She leaned forward over her cock, now able to give everything she had into this massive demanding masterpiece that she now possessed. The tip flared as the shaft pulsing powerfully in her grip. With a loud cry that didn’t sound entirely human, Lily threw her head back in pure euphoria as the cock erupted. Thick jets of hot cum blasted out in powerful spurts, painting the floor, and even the wall several feet away. Pulse after pulse, far more than any normal man could produce, until her arms trembled and her whole body went limp from the intensity of the orgasm.

Finally, the flow slowed to a dribble. Lily panted heavily, staring at the absolute mess she’d made. The room reeked of sex, and a reflection showed a flushed, latex-clad beauty with a still-twitching monster cock hanging between her legs, dripping the last remnants of her climax. A dazed, satisfied smile spread across her face. “Best… drunk purchase… ever,” she whispered. Still catching her breath, she reached behind her neck for the zipper at the top of her spine. She tugged it down slowly. The moment the seal broke, the connection vanished. The massive horse cock and heavy balls rapidly shrank away instantly, retracting back into the groin of the suit as if they’d never existed. The overwhelming heat and weight disappeared, leaving only the shiny black latex clinging to her petite, now-empty groin.

Lily shivered at the sudden loss, already missing the intoxicating presence between her legs. She stared down at the cum-soaked floor, then back at her reflection. She glanced at the zipper, then at the mess again.

“…Maybe just one more time,” she murmured, already reaching to zip the suit back up but stopped. “Maybe I should last a tarp down first,” she thought out loud, seeing the mess she made.