"I wish that Jen could and would do whatever I asked her to do."
Jen felt a slight tingling sensation pass over her.
Clint continued, "Now, Jen, deepthroat my cock."
Jen went back to sucking on Clint's cock. This time as she pushed forward she was met with no resistance and it slipped easily down the back of her throat. As her lips sank to the bottom of his shaft, Clint moaned and wrapped his hands around her throat, holding her there.
"Oh, yeah. That's it, baby. Just like that."
By this time, juices were dripping from Jen's pussy. She was so horny that she was squirming. She desperately tried rubbing at the crotch of her leather pants, but couldn't feel much through the heavy material. Clint pulled out of her throat and she gasped for air. Still holding her around the neck, he re-inserted his cock all the way to the hilt. Then he began moving in and out with a slow but steady rhythm, getting himself off with long, full strokes.
By this point Jen could no longer contain her lust. She tore at her top, pulling the spandex up over her breasts and unhooking her bra. As her D-cup tits popped free of their confinement, she savagely pawed at them, moaning into Clint's cock and shuddering as she pinched and rolled her nipples.
Clint stopped after a few minutes and withdrew his cock from Jen's throat.
"That feels amazing, babe, but I want to try out your other new features."
Jen turned around and arched her back, pressing her face into the carpet.
Clint smiled. "I wish Jen wore a skirt today."
Jen began panting as Clint rubbed his hands over her soft ass. He pulled her thong aside and stuck his thumb into her sex. She gasped.
"My my. Look how wet you are. You just want to get straight to business, don't you?"
Jen moaned.
"Answer me."
"Yes... please..."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck my pussy with your huge cock."
Clint positioned his dick at the opening of Jen's pussy and began pushing in slowly. It took some time for Jen's opening to stretch to accommodate his massive member, but eventually he bottomed out and hit her cervix with several inches left. He began moving in and out a few more times before beginning to increase speed. After a few moments, he was thrusting rapidly, slamming into her with each stroke. He moved his hands and took hold of her widened hips, punctuating each thrust with a meaty slap. Jen gasped each time as he hit her cervix. Occasionally, Clint would reach around and slap Jen's tits. This stung horribly, causing her to cry out, but it also made her even more aroused.
After carrying on for some time, Jen felt herself getting close to climax. Everything began blurring, and she lost her sense of everything except the giant cock pistoning in and out of her. The pressure kept increasing until it reached a boiling point, and then Jen screamed as she was overtaken by her first orgasm. Before she could come down off of it, Clint's continued thrusting pushed her back up over the edge and she came a second time in quick succession. Shortly after, Clint grunted and pulled her hips back hard into him as he deposited his load.
"How was that, babe?"
Jen was panting and gasping for breath.
"I love your new cock, Clint."
"And what about your new proportions? Your new body makes me so horny. It must make you horny, too."
"Yeah, Clint. I think I'll learn to like the new me."
"Good. Well, I'm going to go get washed up."
With that, Clint turned and left the room. As Jen glanced down at the floor, she gasped. Laying there on the carpet was the stone. Clint must have set it down at some point while they were fucking.
With Clint gone, Jon's senses started returning to him. He only had a few moments. What should he do?
