Sarah dances

The rest of the night was a blur to Jon, as he was in total mental arousal from being Sarah's dress. He picked out bits and pieces of Sarah's conversation, including her friends' jealousy that SHE got Jon as a dress, not them.
Jon soon became covered in sweat as Sarah had gone to quite the party. He began to both loathe and long for the taste of Sarah's body. As she danced, it became clear to him that she viewed him only as an item, nothing more. Somehow this did not bother Jon.
Eventually, after hours' worth of grinding and shaking her butt, Sarah drove home. She was sweaty, horny, and drunk. When she staggered into her room, she peeled Jon off her body. "Alright now you get to help me a little more," Sarah whispered.
Jon suddenly felt his top three openings seal off. His vision suddenly redirected to the top of his body, as he felt himself shrink and become rounder in shape. He couldn't tell what he was, though, until he saw Biff enter the room. "Ready, babe?" Biff asks.
"Sure, just put this on first," Sarah says, holding up Jon.
With dread, Jon realized he was a condom. He felt Biff grab him and open his "legs" wide. He could do nothing as Biff slipped Jon into his massive dick, which was already fully erect. He stated straight forward as biff then plunged Jon into Sarah's pussy, causing her to moan.
Inside Sarah, it was pitch black, soaking wet, and smelly. Jon could taste every bit of it.
Biff humped until he shot his load into Jon, who caught it all while tasting it. Jon's vision grew blurry as Biff pulled out of Sarah. He could hear them talking, but soon blacked out.