CTF Anthology, Vol. 1
Extended Membership
“Jessica, I don’t know what else to tell you! He’s not a good man, I’ve told you time and again! You’ve either got to give up your own time or just let him go, there’s not much else you can do!”
  Running on a treadmill, drinking a swig of water from her bottle, participating in a work conversation with thirty people, and talking on the phone with her friend, was the infamous Sarah Bulvika. She was well known by everyone in the corporate market to be ruthless, cunning, and more powerful than any other CEO in the world, despite her kind and gentle demeanor. Anyone on the street who didn’t know any better might just think she’s a woman happy with her place in the world. She says please and thank you, she holds open the door and helps the elderly across the street. She keeps in shape, she reads and keeps her mind sharp. Sarah is, at first glance, a wife and mother who does everything she can to support the extravagant lifestyle she likes.
  Sometimes that means bending the rules. Extortion, money laundering, drug dealing, torture, even murder. Sarah Bulvakia would do anything to support herself and her family.
 
 
  After all this time, she can say that she has succeeded in her goal. She was rich beyond her wildest dreams, the police have no way of touching her, her family is protected at all times by her own indentured servants, and they will never know the secret life she led behind their backs. Her life, in all ways that she could see, was complete. And that sort of bored her.
 
 
“Alright, you silly goose! Just be happy, that’s the most important thing! I’ll talk to you later!” She hung up the call and sent the email, then put her phone in her bag. She gradually let the treadmill slow to a halt, and quickly relearned to walk in order to grab her things and leave. Before she managed to make few more than ten steps toward the locker room, she met eyes with a blushing young girl who just as quickly turned away. Even as Sarah stopped, just looking at her, the child couldn’t help but glance at her body.
  Sarah was sweaty, glistening in the fluorescent lights, and a bit short on breath. Her hair was frazzled as it tried to escape her hair tie, and she couldn’t get the ‘workout frown’ off her face yet.
  She didn’t seem to notice any of that, though. She only saw the rippling muscles, holding her skin to her bones with pride and accomplishment. Her toned stomach moving with her breath and her slightly more than average breast size heaving along with it. It wasn’t up to her to imagine much, as the woman only wore skin-tight workout shorts and a sports bra, so anything she wanted to look at was quite out in the open for her to see.
  And she was not good at making it look like she wasn’t seeing anything.
 
 
  Sarah dropped her bag onto the ground and began walking toward her. She was behind a sheet of glass, separating the gym from the employee office. She worked there, perhaps as a towel girl or something, she didn’t actually care. The girl was a bit chubby, her hair didn’t get any sort of attention and was quite curly. She had brown eyes, pale skin, bad complexion, clearly no older than twenty and in college.
She stole towels from the gym, along with anything in the lost and found, and the only reason she was working at the gym was to look at pretty girls. Then, after seeing *her* once, she changed her entire schedule to always be in the gym while Sarah Bulvakia was because she thought she was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen and had no clue about her in any capacity besides her body.
 
 
“How are you doing, young lady?” she asked, her eyes piercing her soul whenever she managed to meet her gaze.
She clearly wanted to know if she was being confronted for staring, but was also holding onto the possibility of having not been caught. “Um… I’m doing okay. Did you enjoy your workout?”
Sarah smiled, hiding her terrible backstory. “I did. I can’t help but notice you enjoyed it, or rather you are still enjoying my workout.”Sarah grinned as she saw the little girls face flush bright pink, her eyes darting away. She struggled with her words, trying to come up with some excuse, but instead, she just gave a shocked look as Sarah laughed.
“Get up. Follow me.” Her face was kind and forgiving, something she was known to emulate.
She tried to come up with some reason to stay behind, but with the rise of Sarah’s hand she and everyone else in the room grew silent and locked their eyes on her.
 
 
“Now.”
 
  The girl stood, albeit reluctantly. The rest of the people in the room went back to their work with hushed voices and prey-like glances to make sure the predator didn’t set eyes on them too. She lost the ability to act on her own and quietly followed as Sarah walked. She fell in line like a dog, eyes on her heel as she followed it.
 
 
  “What is your name, girl?” She asked, not looking back. Someone offered her the bag she dropped, but she just shook her head.
 
“C-Cris. Cris Darvey. W-w-what is… your name…?”
 
 
The question wasn’t just for her name, but also about if she even had permission to ask it in the first place.
“Sarah Bulvakia,” she said. It was spoken in such a way that it held more meaning than just the words, and while the girl picked up on that she still had no idea who she really was.
 
 
“W-well it’s n-nice to meet you, Sarah.”
 
 
The gym grew a hushed and frightened aura. People who spoke so casually to her usually ended up in three separate 50-Gallon drums on their way to Mexico within the hour.
 
 
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cris. How long have you been working at the gym?”
 
 
Confusion laced normalcy spread through the patrons as they began their workouts once more. A few conspicuously placed large men eyed their boss for some sort of signal, but she never gave it, just continuing her meandering pace toward the locker rooms. Sarah did look at a few equally out of place women near the entrance of the locker room doorway, and they quickly entered. A few moments later they exited, followed by several scantily clad women trying to get out of the way and put their clothes on at the same time. The men in the establishment were cautious in looking, not wanting to incur the wrath of the intimidating woman walking past.
 
 
“S-Sarah? Why are we going to the locker room?” Cris asked, not daring to stop.
 
 
Sarah didn’t answer at first, instead choosing to sigh loudly. She kept walking, nodding to the guards, and they moved in place to keep anyone from entering the locker room after them. The room was something of a mess, towels, bags, clothes all left behind in the mad dash to escape.
 
 
“Because I’m bored. Strip your clothes.” Sarah said this offhandedly, pulling off her clothing and tossing them aside. She turned and put her hands on her hips, glaring at Cris who was just standing there dumbfounded.
“CLOTHES!” she demanded, the girl quickly stripping and awkwardly standing with her chest and crotch covered with her hands.
 
“W-why am I stripping?” Cris asked, unable to keep her eyes off the floor. She was embarrassed, of course, showing her flat chested, unshaven body to the woman she pervertedly stared at all the time. It was the most shameful she’d ever felt in her life, especially after her hands were slapped to her sides and she was stared at by Sarah like she was a piece of meat.
 
“Because I’m bored, I said. Lay down on the ground, and shut up.” Her kind demeanor was gone, she instead was impatient and forceful. When Cris didn’t move immediately, Sarah pushed her down to her ass.
 
 
“Ow! Why did you-? Oh my gosh…” Cris looked up to see Sarah’s ass, spread wide and aimed right for her. Her pucker spread open slightly, showing the inside of her ass to the little girl who started freaking out.
“Oh my god, no! Please don’t put me up your ass, I’m sorry! Please no, I don’t want to get eaten and digested, please don’t!”
 
Sarah leaned back and dropped herself, careening down toward the girl. Cris closed her eyes, preparing for the slick insides of an ass, but instead cried out in anguish as her legs and pelvis were smooshed by the fat butt dropping down on her.
 
 
“I said shut up!” Sarah shouted, grinding her butt into Cris’ crotch. The little girl moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure, looking up at the wide, muscular back in front of her and sitting atop was the glaring face of Sarah Bulvakia, scaring her into place.
Finally, she gave a bit more information, and revealed her true intentions: “now cock me, you ugly little turd of a woman! Turn me into your fat meaty fucking cock!”
 
Cris was shocked, feeling her hip getting grounded harder into the fleshy ass. Her mind raced and her pussy ached at the thought of having her own penis made out of such a successful, beautiful woman.
 
 
“W-why? Why are you doing this?” Cris asked, feeling something strange stirring between her legs.
 
 
  Sarah bounced her hips, slapping Cris’ tummy with her meaty cheeks. “Shut up, you weasely little slut! Fucking take me! I am so sick of this all, so much goddamn work! Turn me into nothing but your cock! A slab of meat hanging between your thighs!”
 
 
  “O-okay! I will, I’ll turn you into my cock! You’ll be mine forever! Nothing but my dick!” Cris grabbed onto the fleshy hips on top of her, pulling Sarah tight against her. There was the strangest feeling, one of connection and euphoria. Cris couldn’t stop bucking, her eyes in the back of her skull as she felt the powerful woman grinding against her quite rapidly start getting sucked in, the finer details of her person disappearing, pockmarks smoothing over, lumps smoothing over, the bulges of her breasts slipping away into her stomach and her hips melting into her waist to give her body a more tube-like shape.
 
  Cris watched in awe as a big glop of cum leaped out of Sarah’s mouth and down her chin, sliding along her body and leaving a trail of slime. Sarah moaned and cried, thrashing as much as she could while her arms and legs vanished into her slowly shrinking body. She looked up, at the pimple-faced runt of a girl she had just abandoned her life to, the stupid look of shock, one of a virgin. She would be nothing but a penis, probably barely used except for an occasional lonely fap in her room as she thought of a cute boy she never had a chance with.
 
 
Sarah, the indomitable woman who had conquered life and held it firmly by the balls since her birth, would live the rest of her life, squandered, as a thick slab of meat between some pasty, chicken-bone thighs. Attached to a girl who would more than likely see this gift as more of a hindrance as she struggled to hide the massive dong in her panties and under her skirt, who would likely grow ashamed of Sarah as she grew up and make any effort to keep her a secret. The dominatrix had become nothing but a second thought and a brief source of pleasure and relief to some nobody, boring, ugly girl who would probably amount to nothing in her entire life other than the fact that she had taken the most powerful woman to ever walk the planet as her very own, 16 inch, thicker than her wrist, giant, musky, cum-filled cock and balls.
 
 
The girl in question was now laying on the bench with a stupid look on her face, her legs spread wide as her new cock wilted away. She had just blown her load all over a few ladies’ clothing and was now basking in the afterglow. She had to wait a good couple of minutes before she could even sit up and inspect her new manhood. She wrapped her full hand under the soft shaft, hefting it up so she could feel the girth and look down the barrel. She used her other hand to pull open the urethra, inspecting it thoroughly, not even aware that Sarah was silently judging her incompetence and idiocy over not even knowing what a penis looked like.
Cris grabbed some poor souls sweaty pair of panties and used them to wipe up the head of her cock, cleaning it of semen before dropping them back into the pile of goop she had just expelled from her testicles. Speaking of which, were her next object of curiosity. She massaged and fondled them, wincing slightly as she squeezed one of the orbs inside a bit too roughly. Sarah felt none of the pain, rather was metaphorically frothing at the mouth as she couldn't keep herself contained. Brought to such pleasure, it had never happened before in her life and yet this scrawny puke was doing it on accident.
Lastly, a brief check to make sure her vagina was still there, an action which made her yelp when she accidentally stuck a finger inside. Sarah felt none of that, fortunately, or not, and sat quietly as her vision was obscured first by the ring of foreskin pulling up over her new purple head and finally by the pair of underpants being dawned by her new owner. Cris tried very hard to hide the bulge of cock in her jeans but unfortunately couldn’t hide it enough that when she walked outside, all of the people working for Sarah immediately knew what had happened. They were in shock, awe, at the sight of their boss turned into a thick bulge in this little runts pants, but could do nothing.
 
 
Cris stood dumbly, stared at by so many people, and unconsciously moved her hand over the large package she would be carrying about for the rest of her life. They were expecting an answer for what she had done, and there was only one thing Cris could manage to come up with.
“She uh… she said she was bored.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sadie Cockin’s Dance
“Brad Simmons, I’ve had my eye on you for a long time. I want to confess my feelings for you before we graduate. Would you give me the honor of you joining me?”
 
  When Brad Simmons, the least popular footballer in his entire school, was invited behind the school by the ever popular and beautiful girl, Sadie, he expected to be pranked and sent on his way to get her a juice from the store as she and her friends laughed at him for getting his hopes up. Instead, he was greeted by her alone, standing in her pretty little uniform that she always wore even though the school held no code on uniforms. Brad was wearing slacks and his letterman jacket over a plain t-shirt, a stark contrast to her medium length skirt, fancy blouse, and designer jacket.
 
 
  Sadie began to get impatient, she wanted an answer. Besides the odd choice of words, Brad had no reason to doubt what she wanted. Who was he to question her, after all, she was known for being very straight-forward and never lied.
 
 
“I’m sorry, I just… never expected this! I mean, you’re the most popular girl in school, and I’m just... “
 
 
  She interrupted him, stepping forward and putting a hand on his chest. “Just an incredibly tall, muscular, hunk~ I don’t know what you don’t see in yourself, you’re quite the catch to me!” Her hand slid gently over his chest, under his jacket. He gulped and was quite glad she wasn’t leaning too much on him.
 
 
  “I guess I am pretty big…” He had to at least admit that, he stood at 6’6” and was made of half fat and half muscle. He looked like two grown men fused into one being, he was absolutely massive.
 
 
  “And that’s just what I’m looking for in a… partner.”
 
 
  He wasn’t sure why she hesitated on ‘partner’, but her other hand flicking open his trousers and her dainty little white hand slipping into his boxers wasn’t helping him make rational thoughts.
 
 
  “Oh my, that’s quite the ‘chocolate bar’ you’ve got in there, big man~! I’m hoping to start our relationship off with a bang, so how about I check to see if you’re little treat down there is cream filled~?”
 
 
  Brad went rigid, in every manner he could, as she grabbed his cock hard, then smoothly pulled it up out of his pants and lowered those to the ground. He was as red as he could get with how dark his skin was, and was quite worried about getting caught literally with his pants down. He could get in serious trouble for doing this, and there was a great possibility that Sadie wouldn’t stand up for him in the case she needed to explain the situation.
 
 
He crouched as much as he could but was knocked flat on his ass when Sadie swiftly kicked out his knees and pushed him to the ground. He was leaned up against the wall of the school and looking up at Sadie as she hiked up her skirt and gently lowered her panties to her ankles, dripping with her juices.
 
 
Brad watched with a horrified glee as she got onto her knees and lined up his head with her pussy, very teasingly pushing herself down onto the massive rod of meat. He clapped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep his voice from coming out and watched with wide eyes as his cock slowly vanished into the deep folds of Sadie’s seemingly endless pussy.
 
 
  She mumbled something under her breath and gave him a strange glower, a competitive look he wasn’t ready for. It soon faded as he scrunched up his face and shut his eyes tight, and she smiled at the feeling of warm semen flooding into her vagina. She could see it leaking out of her, and onto the dark surface of Brad’s pelvis, and she grew an evil grin.
 
 
  “I guess it was easier than I thought to make a virgin pop, even when he’s got a prick the size of an eggplant. That concludes the hard part, and my charade~” Her eyes locked with his as he overcame the glow of cumming.
It started to fade quite rapidly as he saw her face, filled with a vile look that spoke to an awful deed that he was surely about to learn. Her words started making him worried as well.
 
 
“Ch-charade? What do you mean?” He was suddenly worried there was a camera or she was going to stand up and shriek that he raped her. Yet, as much as he wanted to move her off of his dick and run, he quite suddenly felt drained of all his energy. It was a bit more than a post-orgasm flop, too, he literally couldn't move his body.
 
 
Sadie looked like she knew, though. She knew this would happen, and she was reveling in what Brad could only guess was the happiness of an evil scheme working. He used the last bit of strength he had to crane his neck upward and see his ebony pelvis being merged into her perfectly tanned, caramel skin. He was in absolute shock, he knew this sort of thing could happen, many of the senior boys talked about cocking their girlfriends for the holiday, and there were rumors about a boy who went to jail for getting caught keeping a girl as his cock for years against her will, but he had never seen it before, let alone seen a girl do it!
 
 
Sadie just laughed, and ran her hands along his strong, rounded stomach and his more defined chest, grabbing and groping all over. She winced and giggled every so often like she could feel what she was doing to him.
It was a moment before it dawned on him that she could feel what she was doing to him. He, on the other hand, was losing feeling. Namely, in his arms and legs, he could just barely see them as they shriveled up into his body and thickened him up. His whole body morphed, now, losing the details and contours that defined him as Brad Simmons and instead he started looking like Sadie's thick black cock.
 
 
To add onto his fright he finally noticed his diminishing size. As time passed, he found Sadie to grow larger and larger, her sickening grin and predatory eyes looming higher and higher above him. They squinted and locked onto him, her usually cute and innocent blue eyes now reminded him of an eagle diving in for a kill.
 
  “You’re almost done, I’ll finally have my very own cock! The girls said I’d never be able to get you to agree to become my dick for the weekend and bet their own virginity on it! So you better get used to your new body since tomorrow I’m going to fuck up three beautiful young girls with this new cock of mine!” Sadie chuckled. She gripped onto the enormous shaft, rubbing Brad slightly and moaning deeply at the feeling. It was insane, even her own pussy wasn’t this sensitive, she could cum at any moment.
 
  Brad felt a lump moving up his now elongated throat, lasting all the way down his new 16-inch body until it finally reached his mouth and a big welt of cum sputtered from his lips. It tasted bitter, and the aftertaste was horrible. Not that he got to know it well, as another thick glob followed the first, sliding down his body as it finished molding into nothing but a giant lump of meat.
  He found a sort of relief, hearing what she said. ‘...for the weekend…’ she had mentioned, which means she would probably let him go for the next day of school. Knowing he was going to be released was a great source of strength for him, and felt much better about enjoying this, despite still not wanting it one bit.
 
 
  Sadie stopped and frowned, her eyes moved as if she was trying to look back in her skull. “Is that you?” she asked and focused her attention back on the boy disappearing between her legs. “I can feel… relief, and not mine. Are you happy about something? Hmm… Oh, I bet it was what I said, that I’d only keep you for the weekend! Well, sorry to say, but that was only what the girls bet!”
 
  Brad suddenly got a foreboding lurch in his stomach. More literally, it was Sadie’s balls shoving more cum into the shaft and up his throat.
 
  “You see, the bet was to get you to accept being my cock for the weekend. And, well, it dawned on me that once you’re nothing but a lump of meat between my legs, it doesn’t really matter what you think. See, I get to say what happened, and you get to live with it. Cocks don’t get a say in who they’re on or how long, so I say that you’re my cock, and you’re going to stay there forever.
Do you hear that? You’re going to be a thick slab of meat for the rest of your life, and believe me, you’re going to get used a lot. So you better get comfortable with ass, pussy, and throats, since you’ll be seeing inside them a lot. Well, when you’re not stuck inside my panties, that is!”
 
  Sadie stood up, stretching her legs and bending over. She looked at her softening cock, dangling cutely as it curled up to her new ballsack. It hung low, hefty with semen, and a bit hairy, though mostly smooth. She reached down and fondled herself, enjoying the unique sensation of such a strange organ.
She was going to have to get them waxed, she couldn’t stand them being so unsightly, along with the thick curls of black hair that had cropped up on her pelvis. They looked like Brad’s hair. In fact, the thick, veiny surface of her cock was a very dark black, ebony, just like Brad’s skin was. It was incredibly off compared to the rest of her skin, and she was a bit turned on by that. She would always be reminded of the boy she turned into her very own dick.
 
  Said boy was having a panic attack, even if it didn’t look it. He was now trapped in darkness, the scarf-like foreskin turning into a hood that covered his new helmet-like head. He could feel his body swaying about, he could feel the chill of the wind on his sensitive new body, the entire thing was now a highly tuned erogenous zone. It was mind-numbing, and he wondered if he might literally go insane. He’d have time to think about it, though, as he felt the feeling of fabric press onto his new body, and Sadie’s thighs rubbing against her new bulging panties rhythmically.
 
 
She walked past a few teachers, smiling and waving goodbye, winking at her friends and making them giggle. She couldn’t wait to show off and use her shiny new cock, and he’d have to deal with it and stop whining in the back of her head. She’d definitely have to get used to feeling his emotions, or at the very least get good at ignoring them. Sadie was the top of this relationship, and he’d be her cock forever.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cocky Spouse
 
 
  “My, sweetheart, the best dish, taken to the best table at the world’s fanciest restaurant, and you say you’ll pay for everything! If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re buttering me up for a… big ask…?” Dressed up in a sparkling golden dress was the most beautiful woman in the world, her skin, perfectly smooth - and clear of any makeups despite everyone’s insistence that she must be wearing some - and a fair white to almost match her silver gloves, and a thick head of silver hair that went with it, tied up in an elegant braid that laureled ‘round her head to keep it neatly contained. She was only 26, but due to a genetic mutation that ran in her family, she was born with the most beautiful locks of shimmering white and grey hairs, not old and dry, but instead flourishing magnificently. And her glimmering, steely grey eyes- currently boring into her boyfriend who was lost in her beauty again.
 
 
He looked good, a nice crop of brown hair and matching eyes, with darker skin a rigid jawline and a body that had spent hours in a gym that he didn’t pay the membership for. His tuxedo, black jacket draped on his chair and a vest underneath and below that a white dress shirt currently staining with his sweat, as the current temperature was somewhere in the low 80’s and he chose to wear so many layers. While his face was melting from the heat, and from the sight of his girlfriend, it also sported a fair amount of hair that demanded more attention than he could be bothered to give it, and his skin was not well taken care of either. He had a zit on the middle of his forehead that he’s been passing off as his religion for the past three days, despite being Syrian and not knowing anything about the religion it was from.
 
“Bodash?” she asked, skipping out on the last third of his name like she always did, “are you okay? I asked you a question!” She snapped her fingers in his face, bringing him back from fantasy land.
  He blinked his eyes and focused on the bulge his pants. No, the other one, in his pocket. He had only gotten part way through his meal, but she was already finished and was quite expectant of him to finally drop the question. He really wanted to finish it, though, it was probably the single most delicious thing he’d ever eaten.
  He shook the thought from his head and stood up suddenly. The chair screeched loudly and then fell over, and it took a lot of his willpower not to sheepishly turn around and pick it up. Instead, he tried to use it, as now everyone was looking over at them. He tried to ignore that the rented jacket was currently scratched and scuffed after being tossed and slid all over the ground, and reached into his pocket. He procured the small box, and lowered himself down to one knee, gulping loudly as he gulped deeply to clear his mouth of nervous spit. Then he looked up at the love of his life, Emmerenta Vodel, or Em, of the vast Vodel family and fortune. Heiress, to that fortune.
“Emmerenta Vodel, you are the love of my life, and I would never be able to live with myself if I ever let you go.”
Her eyes were shimmering brighter than they ever have before, her hands were cupped over her mouth in mock surprise, and any surprise she did have would be that he hadn’t chickened out yet. He was getting more and more nervous the more he thought about how he would never get to see that face again, those eyes, she would never be able to have so much happiness in them again.
He didn’t stop, though. He powered through it, “From the day I met you, I knew that I had to have you. You are the most pleasurable thing in my entire life, and so I would ask you stay to keep me pleasured now and forever, till death do us part.”
Though, he did suppose she might have happiness like this again after he died. She’d be a widower, but her family isn’t going anywhere, she’d be right back to her life as basically a rich princess after anywhere from 70 to 80 years.
“So, if you’d have me, and I can have you…”
If there was anything on his mind that he wanted to do first, it was to not be ashamed about cumming in her hair like he always wanted to, and she wouldn’t be able to get grossed out by it after this because she’d be all his.
He opened the box, inside was a rather large ring, encrusted with jewels, and a massive diamond placed upon the top. It had a bit of give for the size, able to get bigger and smaller to match her size and let him remove it if he ever so desired. It also looked a little uncomfortable, but he was sure they’d get used to it. He had wavered long enough.
 
  “It would be my honor and privilege to have you as my cock.”
 
  There were hushed whispers all around him three silent moments he said it, and that seemed like a really bad thing. He looked around in fright, none of the patrons had a smile, they were all giving them a view of open mouths and wider eyes.
Maybe he shouldn’t have said slang, maybe they knew he really wasn’t any sort of worthy to ask, maybe they realized the dot on his forehead actually was a zit.
 
  “YES! Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes! Please, Bodash, let me be your cock, I’ve been waiting for you to ask this ever since that first night we went out!” Emmereta wrapped herself around his neck and he stood up for her, hugging her back and eyeing the rest of the cheering patrons. Either they decent enough to cheer for them, or they had just been waiting for her reaction. But that didn’t even matter, as he had just gotten a yes!
 
  He cast off his shock and embraced happiness, relief, and Emmereta. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her into the air while he spun around and hugged her tight. This was the best moment of his life. That was no reason to lose half a meal though, so he tried to ask one to box it for him so he could take it to his hotel so he could get his new cock situated between his legs.
 
  Emmereta wasn’t waiting, though. She pushed him into her seat and undid his belt, then his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and his boxers following with them. She took a moment to feel them, though, and enjoy the rich musk. The underwear would soon be her new home, and the musk tainted with her womanly scent. She didn’t waste more time than thirty seconds before grabbing his meat, pumping the thick cock gently. It was big enough she wondered if he already had someone cocked the first time she saw it, and she couldn’t wait to become his first. To make it even bigger, meatier, sexier! She’d always found the scar on it from his cut a little ugly, but so very soon he’d have a fresh new foreskin, made of her. She hoped he spent hours in the mirror for her, letting her see what she looked like, soft and hard and cumming, she wanted to know it all.
 
  But she’d never know until she did it. Emmereta leaned down and gave his sweaty length a long, sensuous lick, almost feeling it grab onto her already. She next took it in her mouth, lips parting to give the large helmet a kiss, then pushing down to round herself over the lip before popping back and tugging up as well. She smiled, seeing it twitch and spasm, and hearing him groan approvingly. Her dream was coming true and she wanted it to last.
  Her head went all the way to his crotch this time, his pubes tickling her face and his cock buried halfway down her throat. She was already starting to gag and sputter, but she didn’t come up or even complain. His hands rested on the back of her head and he sighed loudly, enjoying the feeling. Her throat convulsed and drool spat from the space between her lips and his cock, her body doing everything it could to remove the obstruction in her esophagus, but he just held her head firmer to keep her hilted. When her face started turning blue, he released her letting her come up for air. She took a massive breath, and replaced her mouth with her hand, having properly lubed him up with her throat, she quite effectively pumped it, but he made her stop.
 
  “Why are you undoing my hair?” she asked. He didn’t respond, just stuffing a handful of it in her hand, and leaning back.
  “You have incredibly sexy hair, and I can’t wait to have it sprouting from my crotch. Let me cum in it, my last orgasm until we have a child.” He asked a few stutters but with enough confidence. She smiled, shaking her head.
  “You never said, silly~! We could have been playing with my hair for years!” she giggled. Before starting, she took one of the knives at the table and grabbed a handful of her hair, then sliced it off. With a ribbon that held their silverware and napkin in a bunch, she tied it off then handed it to her new owner, who graciously accepted the parting gift. Well, her first one. While he enjoyed it, holding it by the loop with one of his fingers, enjoying how incredibly soft it was, Emmereta used some of her long hair and wrapped it around his cock.
 
 
He had never had anything so smooth on his dick before, it was like silk! He groaned, his legs wrapping around her, possessively. She giggled, leaning in and kissing his smooth tummy, jacking him hard with her hair, getting it covered in his pre-cum as it leaked from his tip almost endlessly. He groaned loudly again, his legs going rigid and his cock spasming in her hand. She backed up a little bit and pulled her hair off of it, giving it a few more licks and then getting beneath it.
 
  He finally came, cum splurging from his cock and onto her face. She had a huge grin on her face as his spunk splattered all over her, hanging from her eyelids and dripping in her mouth. He grabbed a bunch of her hair and tugged her down, letting out another thick splooge into it. He let out two more globs of thick white semen, then wiped himself off using her precious silver locks. He let her go and admired his handiwork.
Her hair dripped with his semen, it bridged itself between her strands and fell through the cracks to spread all the way down to her shoulder, and her face was painted with several splatters that she was working to move into her mouth with her hands. Just seeing her covered in his seed, it got him hard again. His cock shot back up, and without warning her forced her around, and slammed himself into her pussy. She cried out loudly, a bit in surprise but mostly in a girly yelp of ecstasy!
 
  “Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard for the last time, baby! I love you so much, I love you more than anything! Turn me into your cock, please! Let me be a part of you forever, let me swing between your legs and get hard for you! I’m just your dick, you can do anything you want to me!” Em was lost in her thoughts of the future, she wanted to shrink down and be a part of her lover, she wanted to help him get off, to piss for him, to cum out his spunk into his second lover so they could have a baby, her own baby gestating inside of another woman! She wondered how old they would get before she met them, they would be an adult by the time she even saw them! More than likely they would look older than her, maybe in their 50’s or 60’s even. All the while their third mother would be in their father’s pants, eager for any scrap of attention or information!
 
  Bodash moaned, imagining everything she was but from his own perspective. He forced his cock as deep as he could, already leaking more pre, and felt a connection. With ecstasy he found himself pumping his hips, Em following his motion as an extension of his body. She would soon be wielded as nothing but his massive cock, and it would drive him crazy. It was already driving him crazy, in fact, as he could now begin to feel his nerves connecting to hers. It was a mind-blowing experience, one that made him spasm and thrust his hips violently! Whenever he grabbed any part of her supple body a terrible spike would fling up from her, into his spine, and then explode in his mind. Bodash had to bite his lip till it bled just to stop himself from drooling.
 
 
Em forced her neck as her bones fused together and then melted, she looked down and saw her ample breasts disappearing. She was growing a thick, uniform length all down her body, and shrinking too. She was soon only half of her beloved's size, and she could feel his hands wrapping further and further around her torso. She looked up, and could just barely see behind her head and look at his pained, focused face. The face that she loved.
  Suddenly, Bodash’s cock felt a big lurch, something welling up within her throat, and the unmistakable urge to vomit. It didn’t feel painful, though, or frightening, just an intense pressure pushing up her new body. She couldn’t stop it and opened her lips to feel and taste a clear, salty liquid pushing its way out of her body. She was losing motor control and had to let it slip down her lips and onto her chin, dripping gently down to the floor.
 
 
“I-I can taste your pre-cum…” she said in a stunned happiness. She was raised up by blood, her body no turgid with her own and Bodash’s blood as it cycled through his heart. She looked at him, and he opened his eyes to see her body having almost entirely vanished, and her face slowly forming into the head of his cock. She smiled, his ooze slipping down her vanishing lips, and he smiled back.
 
  “I love you,” she said, closing her eyes. They melded over into the beautiful, uniform crimson glans, he had never seen a cock so magnificent in his life.
 
“I love you too,” he said. He could feel her consciousness resting in the back of his own, nestled safely inside of his brain. He would get used to her eventually, but for now, the strange sensation of another mind was something to love, as he could feel her content and happiness in being his cock.
Bodash lifted the cock ring from the box and slid it gently onto his new cock. He led it down and rested it perfectly against his pelvis, He let it lock, and it whirred slightly before matching into his dick, and to his thankfulness, blocking his urethra. He grit his teeth as he finally came, both him and his new dick getting their mind blasted, but nothing came out. His cum was trapped inside of his sack, and so it would stay until he met the mother of his children. As the first load would have Emmereta’s genes in it as well, he could not spend it so wastefully as inside of a condom or down a toilet.
 
 
With the first orgasm between him and his new cock over, Bodash fell back in his chair. He gave her a gentle glance, the meat between his legs, soaking in a sense of pride. His cock was now a snowy white, as fair and pretty as her skin, and the scar was gone. As he wilted, a scarf of skin glided over the crimson head and finally, Em rested on his ballsack. It, and his pelvis were now covered in the glorious silken hair that once topped her head. He ran his fingers through it, and it was just as soft and smooth as it ever was, but now it belonged to him. Such magnificent threads would no longer be lavishly cared for and shown off, they’d be the snowy topping to his mountain of cock, trapped in his boxers just like the woman who used to sport them.
 
He pats her gently, and then bent over and pulled up said boxers and pants, trapping her within. He could feel his larger cock get smashed inside, and shuddered at the feeling, but kept composed. With his love finally cocked, between his legs for the rest of his life, his own personal playtoy, he stood up, grabbed his chair, and sat down to finish his meal.