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143. Karyn’s first night

142. Zoe wakes up

141. Others continue to change

140. Zoe and Athena meet up for a "

139. After school

138. How are some of the others doi

137. It worked

136. Jon focuses on his plan

135. How Karyn's spending her day

134. Third hour epiphany

133. On with the day

132. Knockout

131. Getting to class

130. The next morning

129. Meeting the new Sofia

128. Jon slips into Zoe's room

127. An unexpected encounter

126. Jon wakes up

125. Jon keeps his proise

124. Fixing the mess

Chick for a Dick: Karyn’s Homecoming

on 2019-07-13 14:18:00

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Karyn ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, savoring the sensation of soap and water frothing together atop her head. She had not been able to feel this thoroughly clean in a long time. Sure, Jon had bathed, but Karyn’s recent washings had mostly been a giant mouth sucking bodily fluids off of her.

Karyn paused at the thought, unknowingly straightening her back and standing more ridged. Life being human was way different than being a penis. The few hours since she had left Jon’s had really emphasized that. She had started by sprinting home as quickly as she could only to almost collapse on the sidewalk. Breathing and exercise seemed almost alien concepts to her, and she had quickly over exerted herself. After a brief breather, she had made it home.

Walking through the rooms of the house had felt like stepping into a dream. Conflicting memories fought each other. In one life, this had been her home for years. Her family had moved in when she was still in elementary school. She had played in these rooms, cried here, celebrated holidays and birthdays. But another set of memories told her this was the first time she had ever stepped foot into these walls. It was the first time she had been away from Jon at all. She had always lived in his pants. Always been his penis. And to her, both were true.

She had quietly explored her strange, familiar home until her mom and dad had come home. She had greeted them with the enthusiasm of a long lost daughter, but to them it had only been hours since they had last seen each other. Dinner had also carried its share of awkward moments. Karyn’s mom had served a family staple of roasted chicken for dinner, but to Karyn it may as well have been a gourmet feast. It was the first food Karyn had tasted in over a week and flavors were amazing!

Karyn’s parents were a bit confused by Karyn’s enthusiastic approval of the meal, but her mother took the compliment in stride and turned to conversation to asking about Karyn’s day. Her parents had been upset when she offhandedly told them she had left school early with Jon (which was true enough). While her father approved of Jon’s incredible work ethic at school and was equally impressed with his massive fortune, he didn’t like the idea of him pulling Karyn needlessly out of class. Karyn’s mother was a bit suspicious of Jon’s intentions with her daughter, especially hearing he brought her to his house in the middle of a school day. She probed slightly, inquiring if anything “intimate” had occurred. If they only knew...

Karyn had headed straight for the shower following dinner. As the water caressed her body, she realized how tired she was. Walking everywhere, talking to people, eating, undressing, bathing... it was exhausting. As a penis, she just had to sit back and wait. Wait to be dressed, wait to pee, wait to be washed, wait to fuck. Hell, she didn’t even need to eat. Being human was filled with tedious necessities. A penis like her should-

Karyn froze, caught off guard by her own thoughts. She wasn’t a penis. She was a human.

Right?

Karyn turned off the water and exited the shower, careful to walk on the wet floor with her unsteady legs. She looked at her body in the semi-fogged mirror. Her massive breasts looked out of place on her lithe body. And this blonde hair. Why had she wished to have huge tits and blonde hair in the first place? She looked at her reflection as if wait for it to answer her.

Finally, she gave a sign and a shrug. She could live with the boobs and hair. In fact, she had known the way she and Jon had planned the wish that she would keep them rather than returning to her previous red hair and smaller bust. She liked her new breasts and thought they were sexy, but didn’t want to admit it to Jon. She was relieved when he had also overlooked that little detail, saving her from having to admit she wanted to keep her new tits. She reached up and grabbed her chest, enjoying not just the sensation of being touched but relishing the novelty of having arms. She looked back into the mirror and saw a blonde, big-breasted knockout who was dripping wet and groping herself.

I want to fuck.

The impulse gripped her to the core. She began to breath heavily as the desired bubbled within her. She looked at her reflection and licked her lips before she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She gasped as electricity shot from her breasts to between her legs. She felt herself growing wet, but something felt off. Something was missing...

She wrapped her hair in a towel before wrapping her body in a second towel, a pleasurable sensation filling her body as she did. Chalking it up to the soft warmth of the fabric, Karyn quickly left the bathroom, shuffled down the hall to her room and shut the door. I wish I had an attached bathroom. Maybe Jon would let me borrow the stone... she mused to herself. However, Karyn knew that if she had the stone, a new bathroom would be pretty low on her wishlist.

She let the towel around her body fall to the floor. She felt a pang of disappointment that she was no longer wrapped up, but her mind was running too fast to care.

If I had the stone... what would I wish for?

Karyn sat on her bed and pulled out her laptop. She opened the internet and typed “hot guys” into the search bar. She started to scroll through the images, but found them disappointing. She cleared the search and tried “sexy guys.” The images became more risqué, but still did not stroke the passion welling up within her. “Naked guys,” she muttered as she typed in the new search. A wall of nude, chiseled men filled her screen. She clicked on a few and brushed her nether-lips softly, but she grew more and more disappointed until she cleared the search bar.

The room was still as Karyn contemplated the desires raging in her. She knew what she wanted. Her free hand went to the keyboard. “Naked girls.” Karyn felt herself becoming wetter as she looked at the screen. The flesh displayed on the screen was enticing... but she wanted more.

“Naked girls big tits.”

She inserted a finger into her wet slit, humming in pleasure. She looked at the bounty of breasts the internet had delivered to her. However, she found her eyes drifting lower in the pictures. She inserted another finger as she began typing “naked girls spread legs.”

The new images caused Karyn to moan with need. The lips; the pink walls; the wet, inviting warmth. A third finger spread her own sex as she typed “naked wet pussy close-up” and immediately clicked on the first image. Her breath caught in her throat as she beheld the image of a set of wet, pink lips spread invitingly open covering her screen. It was almost like it was big enough to stick her head into. Almost as if...

She clicked next, and another explicit image of a waiting sex appeared on screen. Then another. And another. And another. She was thrusting her fingers into herself, but felt no closer to relief.

She shrunk the window to half the screen and then accessed her own photos. She found a file from summer vacation and began scrolling. Photo after photo until she found one of her and Jon at the beach. The photo had been altered like the rest of reality where she was sporting her new breasts, almost overflowing out of her bikini top. Jon stood next to her, his wet swim trunks clinging to his body and outlining the bulge at his crotch.

Karyn looked at her screen. One half was a photo of a random vagina being spread wide, then a photo of her next to Jon. The forced perspective seemed as if the pussy was as big as them. Karyn clicked the mousepad and adjusted the window to crop Jon out of the image. All that was left was Karyn, with her giant breasts, looking like she was about to be sucked into the waiting sex next to her.

Karyn groaned at the thought. She restored the window and returned Jon to the screen. Her eyes fell on the bulge at his crotch. She quickened her pace. She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to fuck with her! She wanted to feel him inside her, and wanted him to fill others with her. He was her best friend, and she was his cock.

She felt her pussy clamp on her fingers. Her back went ridged and she opened her mouth, awaiting the stream of cum to erupt from her mouth. However, all that came out was a throaty cry. Even as the orgasm pulsed through her body, she heard heavy footsteps moving down the hall. Someone had heard her!

Karyn looked from her computer to the hand still inside of herself. Just as the doorknob jiggled, she shout. “I’m naked!” She winced at her own admission and quickly followed it with “I just got out of the shower.” The room was silent. Karyn felt her heart beating rapidly from both cumming and her precarious situation.

“What was the screaming about?”

“I... had a muscle cramp. My leg it, um, cramped up.”

Silence filled the room again. Karyn winced at the lameness of her excuse. She may as well have just admitted to what she had been doing. Finally her father spoke through the door. “Ok.” Karyn hear his footsteps moving away from the door and faded as they went back downstairs to leave her once more in silence.

Karyn slowly slid her fingers out if her pussy and looked at them. They were coated with her musky wetness. She extended her tongue and licked her index finger, tasting herself. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor, comparing it to the different girls she had tasted in the past. She opened her eyes, looked to the door and let out a sigh.

“Sorry, daddy,” she whispered, “but your little girl is a cock.” She looked at her computer, still displaying a pussy close-up and her standing next to Jon. “And she loves it.”

Karyn closed the windows on the computer and shut it off. She got up, pulled back the covers, and climbed into bed. As she settled in, everything felt wrong. She tried to fluff her pillows, but that only made it worse. A bed, with sheets and pillows? That wasn’t how she wanted to sleep. She looked around the empty room, feeling incredibly alone.

“Karyn wants to be Jon’s penis.”

The words left her mouth before she realized she had said them. She paused, waiting, hoping. However, time ticked by and she remained alone in her dark bedroom. She thought about calling Jon, but rejected the idea. She had just escaped a fate of being trapped as his dick forever and now she wanted to ask to go back after not even half a day? He would think she was crazy.

Karyn let out a deep sigh and pulled back the covers. She knocked the pillows off the bed, spun so her head was facing the baseboard, then pulled the sheets back over herself. She brought her legs together and curled them close, trying to replicate the familiar bulge of Jon’s testicles beneath her. She held her arms stiffly to her sides, trying to pretend they weren’t there. She nuzzled her face into the soft sheets and mattress beneath her, trying to imagine it was Jon’s skin. “Karyn wants to be Jon’s penis,” she said again.

Karyn drifted to sleep repeating the phrase, hoping she would wake up back in Jon’s pants where she belonged.




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