I don’t know how long Andrea left us in the guest room. She had transformed Jacob, my girlfriend’s brother into a realistic sex doll, and me into the condom wrapped around his cock. Over the last few days, I had been transformed into my girlfriend, Lisa’s, panties, their friend Molly’s bra sports bra, Andrea’s socks, then a condom. During this time I had been subjected to being stretched, pinched, sweat into, and crammed into more than one mouth. I got soaked in sweat and other fluids, sent through the washing machine more than once, and was wrapped around a cock and jammed into Andrea’s vagina.
At least now the penis I was wrapped around was silicone. Granted, it was actually Jacob transformed, but for the moment it wasn’t flesh and blood, and that was enough for me to not be horribly disgusted by my predicament.
I don’t know how long I was left there. Or how long we were left there to be more accurate. Eventually though, Andrea did come back. Wearing a loose shirt and panties visible underneath, she walked through the door casually, like we were all old friends.
“So I said I was going to change you back, but I think I have a better idea,” Andrea said. “I’ve had so much fun with your sister’s boyfriend, that I’m not willing to give you up just yet…”
She must have been talking to Jacob, not to me. What did she have planned?
Andrea walked over to stand over us and raised her phone as if taking a picture. Then she smiled and lowered her phone, reaching toward me.
“I should take you off first,” Andrea said with a smile in her voice. “I don’t know what will happen if I transform one of you with the other in frame!”
Andrea pinched my body at the tip of the fake cock and pulled, stretching me awkwardly. The lower part of me gripped to Jacob’s dick and refused to let go. The pull and stretch hurt for a moment until I snapped free. Andrea lifted me away from him and tossed me onto the bed before aiming the phone back at Jacob.
I watched as Jacob shrunk significantly, his skin taking on a purple color. When he finally stopped, he was nearly the same size as I was. It was hard to get a good look at what he became, the folds of the sheets getting in the way. Andrea smiled and reached down to pick him up. When she stood, I saw what he had become. Jacob had been reduced to a small, purple buttplug, the kind with a sort of hook at the base rather than the circular shape.
She giggled and reached around behind herself. I watched in horror as she pushed her panties aside and inserted Jacob into her asshole with a grunt. She shifted her hips, apparently settling him into place and pulled her underwear back into place.
Then she went about the room, collecting all of Jacob’s things and packing then into his suitcase. After a few minutes of this, she had removed all traces of Lisa’s brother from the room, and left me to lay there as she walked out with the suitcase.
It wasn’t until maybe two hours later that she returned. I noticed she was wearing yoga pants, something she wouldn’t have put on unless she was leaving the apartment for some reason. What did she do with his stuff? I didn't have time to contemplate this as she aimed her phone at me. I felt the change come over me again. I panicked, not knowing what she had in mind for me, but after seeing what she did with Jacob, I wasn’t optimistic.
This time my shape didn’t change too much from the condom that she had made me. Though I did grow noticeably, and became more rigid. It didn’t take me long to realize that she had turned me into a dildo!
She picked me up with a smile and carried me back to her room, tossing me onto her bed. Andrea winked at me and stripped off her yoga pants with a sigh. But she didn’t stop there, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside as well, then leaned over to remove her panties as well. With her back to me, I got a good look at Jacob’s hooked base still nestled between her cheeks.
Andrea turned back to me and climbed onto the bed, picking me up and stroking her fingers up and down my shaft.
“So Lisa is having some drinks with her coworkers today, so she might not be back at all tonight,” she said, her tone implying that she had plans for me. But before she could say anything else, the door to her room pushed open. We both looked over in surprise.
“So you talk to toys now…?” Lisa asked, her voice heavily slurred. When she saw us, she stopped and licked her lips, her eyes not shy about running up and down Andrea’s body.
“I didn’t expect you home yet,” Andrea said, making no effort to hide either me or her nakedness from her roommate.
Lisa didn’t say anything, she just walk-stumbled over to us and lifted her knee up to the bed, sitting with her leg folded under her, the other hanging off the side. She lowered her head and met Andrea’s gaze. When she reached out toward me, I got hopeful that maybe she realized what Andrea did to me and was now finally standing up to her roommate.
Andrea just watched with aroused amusement as Lisa wrapped her fingers around me, trapping Andrea’s hand under hers. Lisa brought me up to her own mouth and stuck out her tongue, giving my body a long, slow lick while she stared into Andrea’s eyes.
Before I knew it, they were making out, Andrea on her back and Lisa leaning over her. Lisa lowered me down toward Andrea’s hips and pressed me clumsily into Andrea’s slit. I hit her hard, causing Andrea to jump with a grunt.
“Let me help you, baby,” Andrea whispered as she guided Lisa’s hand. I screamed at them in my head even as they worked me against Andrea’s lips. They found her opening and started to press me inside.
“Oh shit… Take it easy on her!” I heard Andrea say above me. Apparently Lisa’s drunken state made her a bit too enthusiastic with me.
“No,” Lisa responded gruffly. “I know you like it rough, so lie back and take it… bitch.”
The subtle, aroused squeak that came out of Andrea’s mouth seemed to indicate that she was just as surprised as I was at Lisa’s aggression. Though it was clear that Andrea liked it way more than I did. I could have sworn I felt a rush of moisture inside Andrea as Lisa spoke.
Andrea’s hand fell away from me, leaving only Lisa holding onto me. She didn’t waste any time, and pressed me firmly into her roommate. The familiar pressure of being inside a vagina took hold, pressing on me from all sides. Though this time, since it was Lisa doing it, it seemed so much worse. Previously, I could hold onto the fact that my girlfriend was out there looking for an opportunity to rescue me. But now she was involved…
All was not lost, though. Lisa was drunk, and surely when she sobered up it would be different. But for now I was left being roughly rammed in and out of my tormentor at the hands of my lover. I don’t know if it was some repressed feelings or if Lisa was really that drunk, but she fucked Andrea with a furiosity that I don’t think I’ve ever seen out of her.
As I was buried fully inside of her hot, wet vagina, Andrea bucked her hips, apparently enjoying herself immensely. It was hard for me to see or hear from down here, so I started to lose track of what was happening. I had only Andrea’s muscles tensing and pulsing around me to inform me.
Lisa sped up to an incredible degree, forcing me back and forth so fast I was almost getting sick. Even through her body, I could hear Andrea’s pleasure moans increasing in volume and frequency. Then finally, with a scream, her pussy tensed around me as if it was trying to swallow me whole, the pressure, heat and moisture increasing far beyond comfort. Only when Andrea grew quiet again was I slowly removed, the smell and taste of her arousal clinging to me.
As I came free, I could see Lisa tilt her head, seeing something interesting. I hoped for a moment that she recognized that I was the dildo, though there was no way that looking at me would reveal that.
“Is this…?” Lisa asked, reaching down and taking a hold of the buttplug.
“Ah!” Andrea jumped as it moved inside her. “Yes, that’s a buttplug, a brand new one in fact!”
“Can I um…?” Lisa started, though even as drunk as she was, she seemingly couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
“You want to try it?” Andrea asked, her voice far too excited and expectant. She clearly wanted to further torment Jacob.
“...Yea…” Lisa said quietly, still looking down at the toy as if afraid of it.
“Well then, get naked!” Andrea said, reaching down and taking a hold of the Jacob-plug, pulling him free with a grunt.
I was dropped onto the bed, where I watched Lisa get back to her feet. She nearly fell in the process, but she managed to keep her feet. As Andrea and I watched, she pulled off her shirt and work pants, dropping them unceremoniously to the ground.
“Yeah, take it off, girl!” Andrea fake cheered as Lisa reached behind her to take her bra off. It quickly joined her clothes on the floor, followed by her panties.
As she was getting undressed, Andrea shifted to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, holding Jacob in one hand.
“Lay face down, knees on the floor,” Andrea playfully commanded. “Present that ass.”
Lisa smirked and practically fell to her knees, following Andrea’s instructions. Once she was in place, I watched Andrea move Jacob into position. Though from my viewpoint, I couldn’t see what was happening, Lisa’s face told me the whole story. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and moaned as Andrea worked behind her back.
“There, perfect!” Andrea announced giving Lisa a playful spank. “How does he… I mean it… feel?”
“Weird, but… good?” Lisa moved to stand up.
“Nope, stay right there,” Andrea pushed on her back to keep her in place.
“If you wish,” Lisa smiled and moaned.
Andrea grabbed me up and lifted me up and over my girlfriend. Her presented ass and pussy came into view and I could see the purple hook tucked in between her cheeks.
Without hesitation or preamble, Andrea pressed my tip to Lisa’s apparently very wet vagina. With a single push, she buried me completely inside Lisa. I could hear her yelping in surprise for a moment before most of my hearing was taken away.
What followed felt like Andrea’s attempt to break the world record of making a woman orgasm as fast as possible. It seemed that we skipped right over the warmup stage and went right into the vigorous fucking stage.
Before I knew it, Lisa’s pussy was convulsing around me, pressing and squeezing in on me from all sides. She wasn’t as vocal as Andrea, but the muscles inside of her were just as enthusiastic.
Slowly, Andrea removed me from my girlfriend, giving me a wink as soon as I was free. It felt cold now, the heat of the two women no longer keeping me warm. Andrea reached over and set me upright on the nightstand, so the head of my dildo body was aiming up at the ceiling.
I watched as Andrea stood and turned off the lights, then helped Lisa up onto the bed, where they climbed under the covers together. Andrea, who was on the opposite side of me, leaned over to give Lisa a kiss, but she was already snoring by then. Andrea instead just smiled, looked over at me and lay down.
I eventually fell asleep too, which was particularly odd since I was basically in a standing position. I woke when I heard rustling next to me. I watched as Lisa sat up slowly, looking around with heavy eyelids.
“Why am I…?” she muttered, confusion evident in her voice. She looked down at herself, giving a start when she realized she was naked, her arm covering her chest instinctively. Then she looked over at the still-sleeping Andrea, and lowered her arm, convinced that no one could see her.
“...Oh… so… that actually happened…” she said, her voice barely audible, her eyes lingering on Andrea. Even though I could only see the side of her face, I could see her smile, that small, subtle smile she did when she was truly happy and didn’t think anyone was looking at her.
It wasn’t lost on me that she was looking at Andrea with that smile. I could tell that not only did she not regret last night, but actually enjoyed it. Was I that easy to forget?
I was drawn back to reality when Lisa swung her legs off the bed, careful to not make noise. She paused when she saw me sitting on the nightstand.
“She was talking to that last night…” she muttered.
I could see the truth of the situation dawning on her. She knew, or at least strongly suspected, that I was the dildo. Looking back to Andrea, she stood up and looked around the room. I watched her carefully as she crossed over to Andrea’s dresser, where she picked up Andrea’s phone.
Yes! With that phone she can change me back! More hope surged through me than I had felt in days. This might be the end of my torment!
Lisa tapped through the phone. She must have been opening the transformation app to change me back. If I still had a heart, it would have been racing, the anticipation surging through me.
Phone in hand, Lisa walked over to stand over me. But then she paused. What could she be doing? I urged her to transform me back quickly, before Andrea woke up and convinced her otherwise.
Lisa looked up from the phone at me, an introspective look on her face. Then she looked over to Andrea, with that same thoughtful expression. Terror gripped me. She was going to turn me back right? She wasn’t going to leave me like this, was she?
I stared at her, trying to glean anything I could from the look on her face. Slowly, her expression changed from thoughtful to purposeful. She had decided. Tapping away a series of instructions on the app, she looked to me and then to Andrea before pushing the final button.
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