The giant bed, with its dark red comforter and silk sheets, disoriented Simon for a moment. Not as much as the girl stroking his dick though.
Tera looked up at him with her dark eyes, smiling as she ran her hand up and down his flaccid cock. At least it was flacid until she stuck her tongue out and rubbed it against the base. Then he went stiff. "Uh," Simon cleared his throat, "what are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? It's my fucking bed." She sighed, "Didn't know I could miss swearing that much."
"Huh?"
"Never mind," She pressed her black lips to the side of his cock, still staring up at him. "Are you getting up?"
Simon shifted a bit, not quite trying to get away from her. "I need to use the bathroom."
"Fiiiiiine," she rolled over, and away from him.
"Where's Charlotte?" He asked, stretching and looking to see if his girlfriend's deflated body was laying on the floor or something.
"Waiting with the others," Tera said, getting to her feet.
"Others?"
"I don't want to spoil the surprise." Tera smiled down at him. "We'll talk in the kitchen. Just… maybe shower first?"
"That bad?"
"About average for spending the night fucking two girls," said Tera, walking out of the room with an exaggerated sway to her hips.
Derrick blinked at the ceiling, brain not quite catching up with what had happened. Yes there'd been all of the blowup doll stuff, but he'd also fucked his best friend's ex.
It wasn't even like they'd been fooling around and gotten out of hand. Ok, well the first time was that. Only when they'd gotten back with all the inflating and her climbing on him. That was absolutely just the two of them hooking up.
She wasn't there. He hoped she'd just stepped out for a moment, but he had a pretty bad feeling that she hadn't. That last night was a one time thing, and she had more important things to deal with than him. Then he rolled over.
Kim wasn't on the dresser where he'd left her.
Derrick sat up with a jolt, half falling out of bed as he scrambled over to where he'd left the rest of the plugs. Also gone.
"Dude… shit, shit, shit!"
He caught his breath, trying to calm down. Maybe it wasn't so bad?
In the silece as he tried to calm himself down, he slowly realized he was hearing something. A feminine voice. Not speaking, but making a low rythmic "Uhn… Uhn… Uhn…"
Frenzied action had his pants on and him out in the hall in less than five seconds, The sounds were coming from across the hall, and the door was still open a crack.
Ben lay on his back, eyes shut and still wearing a shrit. Hell, his pants were still on around his knees. The girl on him was naked though. She was blonde, with big tits and blue eye, said eyes were rolling back as she rode him. another little "Uhn" coming out with every pump of her hips. Derrick's eye locked on the hint of a pug stuffed in her belly button.
A distant part of Derrick saw the girls face and pictured it again. Only with acne scars on the cheeks, thinner lips and greasy hair. She'd been with the Phi Pi Phi girls that had come over last night. Needless to say she hadn't had a body like that…
A hand reached by Ben, pulling the door shut. There was a pause in the noises, but only for a moment before the "Uhn… Uhn… Uhn…" resumed. Derrick slowly turned to the arm's owner.
She had dark and curly hair, stunning hazel eyes, soft lips that begged for a kiss and a serious rack even by sex doll standards. She had to be a sex doll, even if she had squeezed herself into a t-shirt and jeans that looked ready to burst at any moment. A St. Christopher medalion was drawing Derrick's gaze in sinful directions, but he tried to place the face. "...Gloria?"
Gloria Bianchi was the president of the local Phi Pi Phi chapter. A biochem major with family connections to both Phi Pi Phi and Beta Delta Gamma. She was one of the leading forces in promoting the relationship between the two organizations, and judging by how she was currently eye-fucking Derrick she looked to be imagining a whole new dimension to those interactions.
"Hey Derrick…" She came closer to him, which only made him back away… into his own bedroom.
"Listen, Gloria, you have to control yourself."
She hip-checked the door closed, not taking his eyes off of him. "Why?"
"I know what she did to you,"
"Then you know how much I need this." She splayed her hands across his chest and looked up at him with her big hazel eyes. Had they… grown somehow? Or had she always had such big and pretty-
He grabbed her hands and pulled them off of him, since that meant he was holding her wrists above her head even he had to admit sent mixed signals as Gloria started biting her lip. "Listen…" he said. "Would you have wanted to sleep with me last night?"
"Maybe? I barely know you," she flexed her hands in his grip and grinned, "and I'd like that to change." She leaned in and kissed the inside of his neck, her lips white-hot against him.
Despite everything, Derrick could feel his resolve getting punched full of holes. The tips of her breasts kept brushing against him with every deep breath. "What about…" he looked past her her face to the St. Christopher medalion wedged between her heaving chest, "...God?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's not like I was a virgin before last night."
"Wait, real-?"
She jumped up, her light weight making it easy to wrap her legs around his waist. and lunged forward to kiss him. Despite everything, he found himself kissing her back.
Simon emerged from the bedroom, wearing yesterday's clothes but at least freshly showered. What he was seeing stopped him dead in his tracks.
Charlotte and Kim were side by side. Charlotte was dressed in an elegant black evening gown, strapless and with a scandalous slit up the side. Her hair done up in a woven bun and pearls resting on her neck. Next to her Kim was done up similarly, only in a backless red dress and long opera gloves. The two of them were making a stack of pancakes, and the spatters of batter and flour on their extremely expensive looking dresses didn't seem to bother them a bit.
Next to them were Sierra and Terra, cooking eggs and bacon respectively. There were adages about frying bacon naked, but Terra didn't seem to care, nor did Sierra. Both were totally nude and happily soveling the results of their labors onto a plate.
Over all of this some of what had to be Tera's music was softly playing. Well, as soft as you could have industrial metal playing.
"Mornin' cutie," said Charlotte, coming up and giving him a kiss. The heels she wore meaning she didn't need to get up on her toes to reach his cheek.
"Morning?"
Tera turned around from over at the stove, smiling wide. "Go ahead and eat up! Since I don't need food anymore whatever you don't eat is getting thrown out or donated to a food bank. I can't wait to see the looks on their face when I hand all this over!"
Simon glanced over at Sierra, who just gave him a shrug. Yeah, it was weird that his ex was here, but what about this situation wasn't? He sat himself down.
In an instant he suddenly had Charlotte and Kim on either side of him, each putting down a plate of pancakes and hurriedly sitting on either side of him. Simon leaned back a little from the eagerness. "What's with the dresses?"
"Oh," said Charlotte, "just a bit a' experimentin' with pourin' cocktails down our plugs last night. An' before ya' ask, the accent's a side effect."
"What accent?" Kim asked with a cheeky grin.
Simon brought his attention to Kim. "Weren't you with Derrick?"
She winced. "Yeah… I don't know that that's gonna work out. The sex was good, but I don't think we have that much in common."
Simon looked over to Sierra, who was bringing eggs and bacon over with Tera. She looked like the picture of innocence, so he coudln't say for certain that she'd fed Kim that line… "And so you thought you'd come over to me?"
Kim shrugged. "We don't gotta do nothin' you don't wanna. An' in all fairness I only know two people that ain't sex dolls."
"Yeah, about that." Simon gestured to the other girls. "What the hell?"
"What?"
"Why the fuck did you turn them all into sex dolls!?"
"Hey," Charlotte put a hand on Simon's shoulder. "I like bein' a sex doll."
"Same here," said Tera. "I never have to watch my figure again and…" she slid a hand around Tera's hips, "...I can be honest about what I want." She beamed. "Everything just feels so bright and wonderful!"
Simon gave her another look. "Are you… feeling ok?"
"Kim dared her to pour a bottle of syrup in her plug, while you were in the shower," Sierra added, which got her a kiss on the cheek from Tera. "It's made her… sweet."
Terra giggled and cupped her chest. "Also if you want any syrup on those pancakes you're only getting it one way…"
There had actually been a lot of tenderness, when all was said and done. Not just because Lillian seemed to be into "rewarding" her pets, but because there'd been an awful lot of cuddling afterwards. Lillian had called it "aftercare" but a bit of pressing from Isabelle had gotten her to admit that was just a fancy word for cuddling.
It had also given Isabelle a new appreciation for what being "used" meant. Lillian had told Isabelle and Maya to hold Emma down while Lillian inspected Emma's body. It had been there then, that little pulse of pleasure that told Isabelle she was bieng used. When they'd all squeezed onto the bed and Lillian had grabbed Isabelle like she was a stuffed animal to give a big cuddle? That had counted too.
After, when Isabelle had asked them to help pick things up so she didn't "trip over a dildo and crack her skull open" there hand't been a twinge. It seemed that being used didn't have to be sex, but it did have to be a sex thing.
It crossed her mind as she, Emma and Maya all checked themselves out in the mirror (of course they'd had to move all the clothes Lillian typically had hanging in front of it.)
"I don't know how I'm going to explain this," said Emma, sliding her hands from the underside of her breasts to her waist.
"I guess… say you lost some weight?" asked Isabelle. She was lucky, in her own way. She could get her hands on some non-prescription glasses, say she died her hair, put on a baggy sweater… Maya could also sell it as being a good makeover (with another baggy sweater and maybe a minimiser bra.) Emma though? Emma looked like she'd dropped about 40 pounds That they'd all actually dropped over 100 (not counting the water) wasn't here or there.
"Hm…" said Isabelle, looking over Emma's body. She caught herself biting her lip. Those hips, those legs, those breasts. She needed to focus. "So, water made us weigh more. Gave us a bit less of a silicone shape?"
"Yeah?" asked Emma.
"Well… maybe we could find something that made it look like you weighed more. Then you could slowly back off on that over the next few weeks or months?"
"You could pour rendered lard in her," said Lillian, over on the bed. She was wrapped in a robe and had a book open in her lap, running her fingers over the braille. She turned her face towards them, eye not focusing. "Just a suggestion."
"Maybe not so drastic. Plus I don't want to risk burning us." Isabelle looked to an increasingly wary Emma. "How about a milkshake?"
All of them stopped to consider that for a moment.
Gloria rested on top of Derrick, propped up on her elbows with her breasts beneath her. She kind of looked like a boob mousepad, actually. Especially with how still she was.
"W-What are you doing?" Derrick asked.
She took a small breath. "Seeing if I still need to breathe or blink. I don't think that I do."
"That's… cool…"
She smiled, getting up on her knees before rolling off of him. "I am a biologist after all. You can't blame me for being curious about this." She brushed back her hair and stood, smiling down at him. "Thanks for the sex, by the way. It's easier to think without that urge to be used blaring away."
"No problem…" A soft hypnosis settled on Derrick as Gloria's outsized breasts swayed beneath her while she bent down to retreive her clothes. "Did you, uh, did you get some extra air in you?"
She cupped one of her "more than her head" breasts. "Nah, being a sex doll just put me back to my natural size."
Derrick sat striaght up. "Wait, what!?"
"Yeah, big breasts run in my family, but for me it was a whole other thing. i just… exploded when I was 14. Eventually I got a breast reduction."
"Really?" He'd tried to keep his tone neutral, but the look Gloria gave him said he'd failed.
"Guys always react to that like I said I'd had my dog put down. You realize how heavy these things are when they aren't full of air? They were ruining my back."
"Yeah, no…'
Gloria kept her grip on that breast. "Plus they didn't look this good. They used to sag down near my navel. She smiled and shrugged. "Guess I'll just tell my family I had a late growth spurt and they grew back, and that I've decided to keep them this time." She tilted her head, pursing her lips. "I should do a survey of girls that have become sex dolls, and their breast growth in relation to their original size. Not that I'd be able to publish it or anything, but it would be good to get a set of rules for these things. I guess I could run trials with before and after on various girls but it would be hard to get volunteers and not exactly ethical to do it without them…"
Derrick seized on that, getting up and pointing at Gloria. "Aha, ok, so you agree. It's not ok that Kim is running around turning girls into sex dolls!"
Gloria kept the same contemplative expression, looking up from her chest. "I'll agree it's probably not… the most ethical. However," she held up a finger to stop Derrick, "I can see things from her perspective too. If you'd asked me before if I wanted this, I would have said no. Now though?' She posed, arms crossed above her head and hips cocked at an alluring angle. "I feel like a goddess, and I gather every other woman who's undergone this process agrees."
"Well… You still think it's wrong to change girls without their permission, right?"
Gloria nodded, 'I suppose so, I'm not in favor of her getting deflated and left in an attic again though."
"She told you about that?"
"While she was knuckle deep in me, yes." She looked down at the St. Christopher medallion, still hanging between her bare breasts. "Mom's going to have an anneurism…"
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