The Roommate’s Friends
For the last three weeks of my life, the following words rang through my head constantly, the memory of that day burned into my memory.
"Alexis, you are hereby cursed. You WILL go a day without a man emptying his balls in your ass, and at the strike of twelve, you will become a fleshlight. You will turn back at the first ray of sunlight, until inevitably, someone will use you for your true purpose. Once they climax inside of you, your fate will become permanent and irreversible. When you become a sex toy, you will keep whatever orifice is currently spread around a fat cock, otherwise, the only thing left of your humanity will be your wrinkly asshole; a fitting fate for a filthy butt slut.”
I shuddered at the recollection of what happened on my first transformation, how my roommate Jill unknowingly almost trapped me forever by fucking her boyfriend Derek with my disembodied asshole. I remember feeling every bit of it as if he was actually using my ass. Despite the now many times I’ve had anal sex recently, I still hate it. Every time the pain and humiliation of it seeps to my very core. Still better than the alternative, being nothing but a toy to be fucked over and over forever…
That night I rushed back home in a panic. It was nearing 11:00 pm and my craigslist hookup bailed on me. Unless I could get a man to fuck my ass in the next hour, I would once again transform into a lump of plastic and rubber until morning.
“Jill?! Derek!?” I called out, desperation creeping into my voice a bit more than I expected. I cleared my throat and calmed myself for a second before following up. “Are you home?”
I heard someone stirring in the living room and heaved a sigh of relief.
“I need Derek to fuck my ass again,” I called out to them. “My lunch um… appointment fell through. So I’m due to change again tonight.” I tried hard to keep my voice even, but I had practically run all the way up to the apartment, and I was still partly panicking.
I was running out of time, so I hurried into the living room. My heart dropped and all of the blood rushed from my face when I turned the corner.
It wasn’t Derek at all, but a close friend of his named James and his girlfriend Laura. Neither of them particularly liked me.
“So it’s true then? You really have become a dirty butt-slut who can’t go a single day without being bent over and reamed,” Laura taunted.
My reputation really had spread pretty far pretty quick. In the beginning of my curse, I had been so desperate to avoid the transformation that I wasn’t as subtle or discreet as I should have been. The realization that my perfect reputation as a classy, hard-to-get, elegant woman had turned so fast cut me deep to my core.
“I um.. is Jill and Derek home?” I asked meekly as my legs grew weak from the utter humiliation I was suffering.
“No, they ran out to grab a couple things. Should be back in an hour or so,” James responded with a smile. “So what did you mean when you said you would ‘change’ if Derek didn’t fuck you?”
“Oh, um, nothing…” I muttered, my brain desperately working overtime. I didn’t want to change in a house with Jill and Derek, but I REALLY didn’t want to become helpless in front of these two. “Just an inside joke with us,” I offered pathetically as a way out. “Excuse me,” I said and slipped out of the room, grabbing my phone.
The others laughed at my back as I left, both of them reveling in my embarrassment. I desperately texted Jill: [Where are you? I NEED Derek, I haven’t gotten… it today]
[We won’t be home in time, I bet James would do it. I’ll have Derek text him] Came Jill’s response.
I wanted to scream at her not to, but I couldn’t risk turning into a fleshlight again. Instead I simply said: [Just don’t tell him about the curse, please!]
[I got you] Was Jill’s response. I didn’t know if that should comfort or terrify me…
The next few minutes of me sitting at the dining room table was nerve wracking, as I waited for word from Jill. I couldn’t bring myself to be in the same room as James when he got the text, but I wanted to stay close so we could… get under way quickly. I was grateful when I finally saw the two of them walk in, though I got nervous at their devious smiles.
“So we talked to Jill and Derek,” Laura said slyly. “And sure, I can let you borrow James to take care of your little addiction.”
I heaved a sigh of relief. I was humiliated having to practically beg these two people that I hate to let them do something that I hated, but at least I could stay human tonight.
“But, we have three conditions,” Laura continued. “We want you to get dressed up in your best lingerie, to be worn the entire time, you need to be blindfolded, and I get to fuck your other end with a strap-on.”
By now it was 11:35, so I had no time to negotiate or refuse, even if the idea of any woman joining in disgusted me.
“Fine, fine, can get just get this done like, right now?” I asked in panic, hating that I had to do this.
“Oh, well she IS eager,” Laura said. “Go get dressed, put this on, and get in doggy position in the living room. Then call for us, say ‘I’m ready for my fucking,’” She tossed me a pink, frilly sleeping mask.
I pick up the mask and run off to my room, pulling my clothes off like a woman possessed. Throwing them unceremoniously on the floor, I ran to my dresser, trying to find something that I could pull off as my ‘sexiest lingerie.’ I settled on a matching purple set, with a lot of lift and a lot of lace. I pulled them on, situated myself and walked out to the living room, hurrying, but not wanting to look like I was hurrying.
11:40
I pulled the sleep mask on, and dropped to my hands and knees. I took a deep breath, ready for the humiliation and pounding I was about to receive. But time was ticking away and I could not allow myself to turn into a fleshlight in THIS company. I took a deep breath before I called out to them.
“I’m ready for my fucking!” I blushed immediately, the shame of all of this getting to me. Derek and Jill were assholes about it all, but at least I knew them. They wouldn’t cut their fun short by letting me get stuck as a sex toy. But Laura and James… I didn’t know them well enough to have any clue.
I heard movement to my left, the direction of Derek and Jill’s room. I wanted so desperately to look at them, wondering if they might have some surprise for me, but I knew they had the power here, and I didn’t want to give them any reason to give me trouble.
“So there is our little slut for the evening,” Laura said, emphasizing the word ‘slut.’ “You ready to have both holes filled at once, slut?”
“Yes, please fill me up, please cum hard in my ass,” I hated what I was saying, but I needed to play into what they apparently wanted. And I needed to subtly remind them what his job was in this whole process.
“Oh, you’re going to take that ass hard, aren’t you, baby?” Laura said, though not to me.
“Oh yes, I’ll fuck her so hard, we’ll ram that strap-on right down her throat,” he responded in an aggressive tone. I hung my head and silently wished they would just get it over with. I sensed movement near my head just before my chin was grasped firmly and lifted. I grunted, my neck hurting from the jarring movement. But I dare not complain. Rather, I opened my mouth invitingly. There was some rustling as she got into position, and then I felt the warm dildo enter my mouth.
At the same time, a hand firmly gripped my ass cheek and pushed them apart. Then I felt that feeling that I was becoming more and more painfully aware of: the head of a dick against my asshole.
I grunted as I closed my mouth over the dildo, the feeling of his dick forcing its way into my ass nearly brought a tear to my eye. I could tell he was lubed at least, but I never got used to that feeling. Both of the cocks started to work in and out of my two ends, clearly playing off each other’s rhythm as they both pushed into me at the same time.
Against every instinct and desire, I pressed my hips back, trying to fuck him to orgasm as quickly as possible. I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew I was running out of it. The dildo in my mouth pressed especially deep, causing me to gag. But it also caused something else. I felt something soft strike the bottom of my chin. No, it couldn’t be testicles, James was behind me.
But what if he wasn’t? I lifted my right hand off the ground and reached out to where Laura’s leg would be. I found a leg, but it was hairy, not smooth like I was expecting. They switched on me! They fucking switched on me! I tried to pull back off of his cock to protest, trying to speak at the same time, to voice my frustration.
“Oh, I think she’s… onto us,” James said, his words interrupted by a grunt.
“That’s too bad, I wanted to surprise her with your load down her throat,” Laura’s voice came from behind me.
I tried again to get free of them, but she grabbed my hips and held me, and he grabbed a handful of my hair. I let out an undignified gag as I tried to make a ‘uh uh’ sound. I grabbed my blindfold and pulled it off, revealing James’ clearly not-trimmed nest of pubic hair. Raising my hand to his hip, I tried to push him off. Of course in my position, I couldn’t get enough leverage to move him.
I started sobbing, a tear running down my cheek as I gagged and sputtered while trying to shake my head to indicate that this was wrong. But then the familiar feeling washed over me. It was happening, I was changing.
“What the fuck?” Laura gasped as I suddenly pulled away from her, my body shrinking down into a black tube. Since I had James still in my mouth, that’s the part of me that I was allowed to keep. My hair dissolved away into the black tube, leaving James gripping nothing.
“What the fuck?” He agreed with his girlfriend as my now-silicone mouth fell back off his member. I looked up to them, scared out of my mind, wondering what was next for me, and knowing that I had no say in it. Though It looked like Jill honored my instructions not to tell him about the curse, as they looked as shocked as I was.
Before either of them could reconcile what happened, I heard a door open and close.
“We’re back! Did our buttslut enjoy herself?” Jill’s voice called. I saw her approach from behind Laura. She saw us all sitting there and laughed. “I guess you didn’t get her in time.’
“What the fuck does that mean?” said James, disbelief dripping from his words.
Jill handed her bags to Derek and sat down on the couch, joined by Laura and James, who both covered their naked bodies with blankets. Laura’s strap-on poking comically up into hers. Jill explained to them both what happened to me and what cumming inside me meant. Though she framed it as a funny story, rather than the absolute horror show that it was.
Derek joined them, grabbing me up on the way. He turned me over, noticing that it was my lips that stuck out of the tube rather than my asshole like before. While everyone watched, he pushed a button on the side, which caused my tongue to forcibly stick out, extending three full inches out of my silicone lips.
The tension and disbelief was broken at that point as they all laughed at me. I was discarded onto the couch as they all cracked open drinks and started imbibing. It didn’t take long for them to pair off, making out and groping each other.
In the drunken mess, Laura eyed me, grabbing me up and lowering me toward James’ cock. I screamed in my head, hoping her drink-addled mind would remember not to make him finish. Once again I felt him press into my mouth, which was still able to taste everything. My tongue and lips, immobile in this form, felt every contour and vein in his flesh.
I cried and screamed in my head, begging her to remember. Every second I was on his cock and with every thrust, my panic only managed to grow. I would have slammed my eyes shut to block out the world, but I no longer had that luxury.
Just about when I thought he was about to make my transformation permanent, Laura pulled me off him, to James’ protest.
“Uh, uh, there’s no way this slut gets to taste MY cum,” Laura said and replaced my mouth with hers. Relief ran through me. I don’t know if it was kindness or selfishness that saved me, but I didn’t really care.
But then Derek grabbed me up. My panic returned in full force, making my head spin. But it seemed I was in luck. Derek instead brought me down toward Jill’s crotch, her pants long abandoned and her panties pushed aside. Derek pushed the button, forcing my tongue out.
She chuckled, which quickly turned to a moan as Derek played with her clit with the end of my tongue. I could taste her revolting flesh, disgust running through me. I was as straight as an arrow, the only way I was okay with Laura fucking my mouth was because I couldn’t see her and it would have felt like a dick at least.
But as bad as tasting her pussy was, it only got worse when Derek forced my tongue inside of her. He pushed deep, so my lips hit hers and started fucking her with me. I was forced to watch, feel and taste her crotch as it rammed into me over and over again.
Such was my night as I was shared around between the remaining friends. I tasted them all one by one, their combined flavors lingering in my mouth as they passed out in the living room. The morning’s light changed me back and I hung my head in shame as I ran off to brush the filth out of my mouth.
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