It had been several weeks since Ron returned drunk and transformed his roommate Steve into a female sex doll. Ron had been out at a party, looking forward to getting laid, maybe more than once, but the party was raided by the police before he had the chance. Most people in attendance, including Ron himself, were over twenty-one, there were enough nineteen-year-olds to draw the wrong kind of attention.
Returning from the party horny and frustrated, he wasn’t even afforded the chance to take care of himself, since his roommate had decided to spend the night in rather than playing video games with his cousin like he normally did in the evenings.
As a warlock, Ron did the next best thing, used his roommate to relieve the built-up arousal. The experience was incredibly uncomfortable for Steve. Not only was he straight with no desire to be with another man, but the sensation of having a vagina was completely new to him. Ron had fully intended to return him to human form at some point, maybe after wiping his memory of the event, but he got lazy and never did. Plus it was nice to have the Steve-toy around, and the now-private dorm room was growing on him.
Ron was part of the rock climbing club, and for spring break they were taking a week-long camping trip to some of the best climbing spots in the state. He was about to transform Steve, or Stephanie as he had come to call him, back human, but at the last moment he had a better idea. Ron had become accustomed to having his fuck-toy with him and didn’t want to go without, but the full-sized realistic doll was a bit too much to bring.
“So Stephanie, are you ready to go camping with me?” Ron teased, running a hand over the toy’s cheek. “It will be a week of sharing a small tent with yours truly. Some people are sharing accommodations, but I have my own one-man pup tent, so it will just be us. And a couple of enchantments and no one will be able to see or hear us through the walls, so you and I can have our fun in peace!”
Ron hovered near Steve’s feminine face, almost as if he was about to kiss him. Of course, with the amount of times he fucked that pretty face, there was no way he would put his lips on it. Instead, he stepped back and raised his hands in front of him, gathering the red, lightning-like energy between his fingers and palms, the tell-tale sight of him powering up his magic. Ron released the built-up energy at Steve and his body started to change.
Just like the first time he was transformed, Steve felt his body changing and shifting, this time getting smaller as his body seemed to rearrange itself. His arms and legs dwindled to nothing and his head started to fuse with his torso. His eyes vanished along with all other distinguishing features except this mouth and vagina. Those two openings seemed to pull together until they were only inches apart, on either end of his now cylindrical body.
Ron smiled down at his former roommate, who now resembled a double-sided fleshlight. On one side the red, puffy lips were visible, and the other dominated by the slit of his pussy. Despite no longer having human features, Steve was still able to see and hear just as if he was still human, and the moving air on his skin betrayed that this sense of touch was intact.
“There we go, way more portable!” Ron laughed. “Now I can take you anywhere!”
Ron teasingly ran his thumb across Steve’s lips, feeling the silicone-texture. To Steve, it felt like Ron was touching his actual, human lips, though in this form, Ron’s hand was gigantic. After teasing Steve for a moment, Ron tossed him onto this desk chair and went about packing for the trip, filling his hiking backpack with clothes and necessities for a week in the wilderness.
Steve could only wait and watch, terrified of what was going to happen. Sure he had been used and abused as the sex doll, but somehow being this much smaller was way worse. Now he could be held in just one hand, the implications of that were terrifying.
After filling the backpack, Ron stepped over to Steve, scooped him up without a care in the world and deposited him into the open backpack. He hesitated for a moment before reaching back in and pushing him deeper. Darkness overtook Steve as he was buried under the collected clothing.
Time lost its meaning for the transformed man. The contents of the backpack pressed in on all sides and not a sliver of light made its way inside. He could have been in there for an hour or a week, it was hard to tell. It was still for a while, no sign of movement whatsoever. But then the backpack lifted, and Steve’s prison shifted and moved around him. Then there was a pause, then more movement.
Finally, after an eternity of this, light finally spilled into his prison. As soon as that happened, Steve heard an absolute cacophony. Looking up, he saw Ron kneeling over the backpack. The giant warlock reached in and lifted Steve up out of the collection of clothing. Free of the bag, he could see that they were inside a small tent, one so small that Ron couldn’t stand up. The sound was apparently heavy rain hitting the outside of the tent. It was so incredibly loud.
“So, um,” Ron talked to him. “It’s raining. Bad. So there’s no climbing for today. It’s supposed to slow down enough tomorrow that maybe we can get out to the rocks. But for now…”
Ron smirked and set Steve down on the sleeping bag next to him. Shifting his position so he was sitting on the splayed-out sleeping bag, Ron reached down and lowered the zipper on his pants, pulling them off and tossing them aside. Steve watched as Ron pulled his cock out through the hole in his underwear. He knew what was about to happen.
Sure enough, Ron scooped him up and lay back onto the sleeping bag. Steve watched helplessly as Ron pushed his cock up against his lips. Steve could taste his unwashed body, the salty, sweaty taste familiar to him by now. Of course, its familiarity didn’t take away from the disgust it instilled in him.
Ron started slowly, teasing the tip of his meat along Steve’s lips, moaning subtly to himself. In Steve’s new form, Ron’s penis was huge, the tip almost the size of a football against his lips. Steve was terrified at the prospect of that massive thing being forced into his mouth. Ron pressed down gently but firmly, Steve’s lips stretching open to accept his meat.
It wasn’t long before Steve’s mouth was forced to the widest position it could open, though he was only halfway down the tip of the giant cock. Ron pressed further, harder, forcing Steve’s jaw to stretch beyond its normal limit. Thankfully it didn’t hurt like it would when he was human, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable.
Now that Ron was inside his mouth, the taste of sweat was overpowering. Clearly it had been a long trip with a lot of hard work to get out here and set up camp, and Steve could taste every bit of it. With a grunt, Ron pushed harder, popping the head of his dick behind his toy’s lips. His mouth was stretched beyond capacity and he could feel every blemish on the surface of Ron’s skin.
It was already beyond what Steve could endure, and Ron had only just gotten started. Panic like nothing else came over Steve as he felt the giant shaft press deeper and deeper, causing him to choke and gag, even though he no longer had to breathe. Even as Ron reached only halfway down his shaft, Steve reached more than he could endure. His body experienced more than his mind could comprehend.
All of this happened in a moment, but Ron didn’t stop there, he pressed until Steve’s lips touched the pubic hair around Ron’s cock. It felt like his whole body was full and bloated to a point where any more activity would split him apart down the middle. Ron smiled and raised the toy up off of him, stopping when only his tip was inside.
“Oh Stephanie, you always hit the right spot,” he said under his breath, again mocking the poor man. “Not every girl gives head as readily as you do.”
Ron didn’t hesitate, instead he drove himself deep into his toy again, sending the same wave of sensations through Steve as he did. Then he extracted himself again. And again drove himself deep in a repeating pattern. He was still going slow, taking his time and enjoying every detailed sensation.
Steve’s mind was having a hard time holding on, the rapid-fire sensations of being stretched then relaxing, then being stretched again was hard for him to bear. And as Ron slowly started to speed up, it only got worse.
Ron spent what felt like an hour doing this, but was in reality only a couple minutes. Then he pulled Steve fully free of his penis, letting the transformed man’s mouth slowly shrink back down to size. Though Steve knew better than to be relieved. He knew enough by now to know that it wasn’t over.
“But that’s enough foreplay,” Ron muttered.
Sobbing to himself, Steve felt himself being turned around, his other end, the end with his vagina, being moved into place. Steve’s field of vision was still out of his head, so he couldn’t see it coming. His mind tensed up, trying to brace for what was coming. It was no use, of course, since he was completely incapable of moving his body in the slightest.
Then he felt it, the football sized mound of flesh pressing against his slit. It was still a weird feeling, having a vagina. He never quite got used to the feeling of something being pressed inside of him. And now this feeling was exaggerated well beyond anything he experienced in the past. It felt like his hips themselves were being pushed apart as the stretch continued to grow between his thighs. Without being able to see, he had no concept of how much more he was going to have to endure.
The pressure grew and grew until finally it lessened slightly, Ron’s cock head popping into Steve, the ring of his pussy snapping down below the head of his meat. Steve was beside himself. If he was able to draw breath, it would have been stolen away from him, the sheer size of Ron’s member squeezing on his insides more than his mind was capable of handling.
The warlock pressed himself deep into Steve again, the monster cock moving the point of stretch up through his body, making it almost feel like he was building to the biggest vomit of his life. Steve groaned in his head, his mind completely incapable of forming a rational thought. He was nearly screaming by the time Ron bottomed out, the head of his penis practically in Steve’s throat it was so deep inside him.
By now, Ron was worked up, so he wasn’t going slow. As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled almost fully out again, starting to slowly fuck Steve. He grunted, and his hips quivered, the new version of the Steve-toy squeezing his dick better than any other toy he had used or woman he slept with.
“Oh damn, I should have done this a long time ago,” Ron muttered.
He sped up his pace, the shifting sensation of the extreme stretch twisting Steve’s mind into an incomprehensible mess of sensation. It seemed that Ron’s pace increased with every stroke until it became painful when Steve came into contact with his hips. Ron grunted and moaned, his muscles tensing up as he worked harder and harder to reach climax.
Without warning, Ron stopped, his cock only just barely inside. His breathing was ragged and came in spurts. Almost frantically, he pulled Steve off himself and flipped him around quickly.
“I want you to taste me,” he grunted and pressed himself into Steve’s mouth. He was not gentle, and probably would have knocked out some of the poor toy’s teeth if he had any. Despite being transformed into a toy, it would seem that Steve’s body still acted like a normal woman’s body. He could tell this because there was a distinct taste of his pussy on Ron’s dick. Though he didn’t have long to contemplate that, in less than a second, Ron was all the way down Steve’s throat again.
Ron’s pace was already full speed, ramming himself into and out of Steve’s mouth like he was scrubbing the inside of his throat. Again the speed was too much for him to handle, and Steve’s world turned into a flurry of painful sensations.
Soon Ron’s hips twitched, and he rolled his head back, his breath caught up in his throat. He shifted Steve so that only an inch or two of his shaft was inside his mouth. Finally, with a grunt, he slowed his pace, and Steve felt a massive, hot load spray from him. With Ron’s penis in the position it was, Steve’s mouth caught it all, the disgusting taste and texture filling his mouth in a way he couldn’t ignore.
Ron thrust a few more slow thrusts, savoring the aftershock of his powerful climax. Ron stopped, and flopped down on his back, still holding his cock head inside his toy. After a moment, he pulled Steve free of himself, a wet pop audible over the sound of the rain. Steve’s mouth quickly snapped closed, trapping Ron’s load inside. He was forced to hold it in his mouth, not able to swallow or spit it out.
“Hmmm, was that good for you too?” Ron teased as he set Steve down next to him and rolled over to his side, propping his head up with his hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll slowly absorb that so you won’t have to hold it in your mouth forever. Self-cleaning, very handy!”
As Ron chuckled to himself, a voice could be heard from outside the tent.
“Ron, Ron you in there?” the adult male voice asked.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Ron said as he sat up and unzipped the tent flap enough to see outside. Steve couldn’t see what he was looking at from where he was.
“Rain might not go away for a couple days. We’ll stay through tomorrow, but if it hasn’t stopped by then, we’re heading back. I hope you brought something to keep you busy, dinner is in the pavilion in an hour.”
“Alright, thanks,” Ron said with a frown and zipped the door back up. He turned back to Steve and smirked. “Looks like we have some more time together…”
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