Karyn tried desperately to hold in the moan she felt the intense pleasure of sex. True sex now. She couldn't see anything but darkness now and was in the folds of a vagina. She quickly realized this was much better than a hand. It was warm and wet. Yes it was dark, but she normally closed her eyes during the ordeal anyway. She felt her self getting even bigger inside the vagina and smiled.
It had been a full week now. After the masturbation session Karyn had woke up a day later, flaccid repulsed at what shed done. At the time she had made John promise never to make her do it again. But the pair still couldn't come up with an idea on how to fix it. So she dealt with life as a penis.
John had gone to school and Karyn had got used to life in the dark confines of the boxers. The life that was going on outside seemed so far away to her. The talking was to far away for her to make out. So she slept when she could.
The third day came and she was a little used to it. The dealings of the "people upstairs" seemed so far away that she just didn't really care what was going on anymore. She would just snuggle somewhere comfy inside Johns boxers when he sat down. Shed talk to him when he'd whip her out though, well before she started peeing that is. And they'd talk at night a bit if he wasn't tired enough.
By the fifth day he stopped trying to talk to her during bathroom breaks and this annoyed her immensely. He walked up to urinal, something he said he wouldn't do as to not expose her immediately. She tried to protest but he just grabber her unceremoniously and pointed her down and she began to pee. He hadn't grabbed her to pee either up until now either, and the sudden grab caused her to remember what that hand had done for her a few days ago. She felt herself grow a bit but was stopped as John shook her to get the last drizzels of pee out of her mouth.
And that became normal. John stopped talking to her when they were peeing. She asked him why that night and he had said he didn't want to make a scene of it at school but then wouldn't say any more. The following nights he seemed to not want to talk at all and just go to sleep at night.
But how had she gotten here? In the walls of a vagina? Well simple. John got drunk at a party and here they were. She would've protested but she started to become hard before anything happened and by the time she saw the girls vagina she wanted in so bad. And now here she was, about to feel the release she so desperately wanted.
