The sound of tipsy giggling filled the room. The dark room was illuminated primarily by the flickering flames in the fireplace. Jen sat with her legs up on the couch, her robe barely cinched as it hugged tightly around her curves. Each drink had dulled her discomfort to her new body, as well as making her forget to readjust the garment to conceal it. Fiona, sitting in the chair which had been pulled over from the vanity, seemed unbothered by the expansive display of cleavage Jen was showing more and more of as the pair continued to drink. She only seemed to pause when Jen would cross her legs or readjust the bulge at her crotch. After the first hour of listening to her “longtime” friend’s rambling, Jen realized her first assessment of Fiona had been true. The girl was a natural chatterbox.
Fiona had given a moment by moment recounting of how the rest of her day had gone. Jen noticed Fiona had glossed over what happened in the cafeteria after the incident with the girls, but she suspected it wasn’t anything Jen would have wanted to hear so Fiona had omitted it. Fourth hour was comprised mostly of her moaning about a test and detailed descriptions of the cute boys in the class. Although she did mention that the teacher, Mr. Levi, got head from Pervert (or “Ass Muncher” as Fiona had named her). Apparently the slut-ified girl had kept sucking even after the class ended.
By the time Fiona had gotten halfway through her recount of fifth hour, her words were beginning to slur, her eyes were glassing over, and her giggling was increasing. Jen was feeling quite buzzed as well. Jon had not had much experience with drink, and it appeared her new body had an even lower tolerance. But that didn’t stop her from tipping back drink after drink. Each time their cups reached the bottom, they were dutifully refreshed. Jen took a peek at Renee standing attentively off to the side. The living drink dispenser was dressed in a pair of black slacks and flats, giving off a distinctive waitress vibe. From the waist up, however, she was completely naked. She had all eight of her drink filled tits exposed for easy access. When she had first arrived, each had been filled to capacity with an assortment of boozes. Now, her boobs were all different cup sizes from the continuous sampling Jen and Fiona were partaking in.
“Oh! You’ve… GOTTA hear aboud sixsh hoa’!” Fiona slurred. Jen looked into her empty cup and gave a lethargic wave. Renee dutifully stepped forward and presented her chest to her employer. Jen reached forward and grabbed a random boob. She held her glass in front of the nipple and gave it a firm squeeze. Renee let out a pleasant hum as deep amber whiskey sprayed out. Once the cup was half filled, Jen eased up and the flow stopped. A single drop hung on the nipple, and Jen couldn’t help herself but to lean forward and lick it up. A moan escaped Renee’s mouth as Jen’s tongue ran across the sensitive flesh. Jen pulled back and gave another small wave, dismissing her. Renee stepped back and resumed waiting at attention.
I can get really used to this, Jen thought.
She turned her attention back to Fiona and found her leering downward. Jen followed her gaze and saw the blonde head of her dick had shifted out from under her robe when she had shifted forward to taste Renee. She casually moved the hem back, covering herself. This caused Fiona to look up and blush deeply.
“I’m all ears,” Jen said carefully, forcing herself to not slur her words as well. Jen leaned back into the couch. She was actually enjoying herself with Fiona, but she was particularly pleased with the attention she was getting from the cute girl. Taking the opportunity to escape the embarrassing situation of being caught peeping, Fiona took a large gulp from her own glass and leaned forward in her chair.
“I got some revenge far ya in gym classh,” she said with a mischievous smile. Jen raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, you know I have gym with Phoebe,” Fiona continued. The girl paused as if wait for a reaction. After a couple moments of silence, Fiona got a confused look. “Ya know… Phoebe?”
Jen gave a shrug, unsure of how to respond. Fiona gave another drunken giggle. “Damn, Jen, how much have you had? Phoebe! You know… from lunch?”
Jen’s booze addled brain tried to process the information she was getting. There had been a handful of girls at the table, but the two that really stood out had been those bitches Penny and Veronica. Then there were the two sitting next to Veronica, and-
“Oh! Tha one with tha phone!”
“Right! She’z in classh with me an I totally god back at her fo yah!”
Fiona took another large gulp from her cup. “We were playin dodgeball. Lil’ miss gossip mill god herself removed inteninal… intentinal… on purpose so she coul play on er phone. I just sho appened ta missh a throw and it slammed right inta er on the bleacherz. I’m pretty sure I broke er phone!”
She let out a giddy cackle and took another swig. Jen sat back, her mind replaying the scene at lunch and imagining the girl getting slammed out of nowhere with a big red ball. Soon, she was giggling along with Fiona.
“Shtill, don’t make much of a diffrence,” Fiona griped into her cup.
“Whad makes you shay that?” Jen asked. Fiona gave her a suspicious glance. “You know er dad is a big time exec ad a tech company. She’z alwayz showin off er new gadgets. All I probably did wash do er a favor an gave er an excuse ta get a new phone.”
New phone, Jen mused. Suddenly, a wonderful idea blossomed in Jen’s booze addled brain. She new exactly how to get back at the first of her tormentors. “Fiona, you’re a genios,” she slurred as she stood up from the couch. She wobbled over to the bed and fumbled to pick up her purse. She flipped it open and grabbed the stone.
“I wish that girl Phoebe from today lunch was my cellphone!”
Flash
Jen smiled contently as she look back inside her purse. Sitting at the top of the purse’s contents was a cellphone that had not been there before. She pulled it out and examined it. It was a flip phone with small black antenna and casing was mocha brown. They matched Phoebe’s hair and skin, but these were glossy plastic. Jen hooked her thumb into the phone and flipped it open with a flick. The inside almost passed for a normal phone. Almost. It had the standard layout of buttons and the four-way navigation buttons with a confirmation button in the middle. But it was… off. The middle column of numbers was not aligned with the outer two, and the control pad was lower, in the center of the lower half of the phone. And it was rounded. The lower portion of the phone was Phoebe’s ass, and her former sphincter was now the navigation controls. Tilting the phone slightly, Jen checked the charging port and it’s unusual shape confirmed her suspicions that it was the former girl’s pussy.
The upper half of the phone was a standard display screen, along with the usual readings of time, date, and signal strength. But the wallpaper was Phoebe’s pretty face. She was staring forward with a neutral expression, as if her photo was being taken for an ID. However, as Jen looked at it, she was surprised to see it blink. Jen pulled up the settings menu and saw an option labeled “Interface Settings.” A quick peruse showed her she could adjust Phoebe’s personality and responses to inputs, just like when Vicki had been transformed into a computer. She grinned as she activated “Pleasure Response” and flipped the phone-girl’s Personality from Neutral to Horny Slut. Backing out to the main screen, Phoebe’s face had gone from staring straight ahead to flushed with her eyes unfocused and glazed over. She appeared to be in an animated loop of breathing heavily and her eyes fluttering. Pressing the confirm button in the center of her former ass caising the former girl to shut her eyes and let out a silent moan. Jen giggled at the girl’s plight and flipped the phone shut, shoving Phoebe’s face into her own ass.
Jen turned around to look at Fiona, who was groping at Renee’s tits for a refill. Renee, however, was looking around the room in confusion. “Did… did anyone else see that?”
“See wha-“ Fiona started before her gaze fell on Jen. In her rush to get to her purse, Jen’s robe had come completely undone and she was standing exposed. Fiona’s eyes were locked on the voluptuous penis hanging between Jen’s legs. Jen smiled an slightly swayed her hips, causing the impressive cock to swing like a pendulum.
“See something you like, Fiona?” Jen teased. Fiona nodded in silence, then blushed furiously as she looked away. Jen moved closer, but instead of pulling her robe shut she spread it open wider. The girl’s embarrassed expression was adorable, and Jen was reveling in it. “I’ve seen you glancing at me. It’s ok. You can have it if you want.”
Fiona shook her head, her eyes shut as if trying to block out what was happening. “It’s… it’s not what you think!” Jen smiled at the girl as she moved closer, like a cat with a mouse she was enjoying toying with her.
“So, you don’t want my fat cock?”
“Yes... No! I mean, I don’t-”
“Fiona,” Jen said softly. She reach a hand forward and gently cupped the girl’s cheek. The contact startled Fiona and her eyes went wide as she looked straight ahead at the hardening dick in front of her. It looked back with a hazed expression, sharing in Jen’s intoxication. “You have been very kind to me today. Just say it, and I can give you what you want,” Jen said.
“I… I want… I’m sorry, Jen. This is a big misunderstanding. You… can’t give me what I want.”
Jen felt the stone in her grip. “Try me.”
“I can’t. You… you wouldn’t understand.”
“Fiona, honestly, what do you want?”
“I want a penis!”
Jen stepped back in surprise. The question trance had activated, and she knew Fiona had spoken the truth. “You want a dick?”
“Yes! I want to know what it’s like! I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a dick. I’m jealous of the other dick-girls around school. Yours is so big that I can’t help but get distracted by it and imagining what it was like if I had it. I want to have a dick of my own!”
Jen snickered aloud. “How big do you want?”
“Big! Huge! Bigger than yours! Bigger than Liz’s!”
Jen thought back to Liz. True, the horse futa put even her package to shame. Jen looked down at the girl and couldn’t help but get a mischievous idea as Fiona looked back up at her with a look of primal desperation. If she wants a huge cock, who am I to deny her.
“Ok, Fiona. I’ll give you what you want. I wish Fiona had a piece of animal anatomy for a dick even bigger than Liz’s and that Fiona would love using it.”
Flash
As their vision cleared, the trio reacted to Fiona’s new body. Renee stepped back and gasped. Jen’s jaw dropped in shock before she started laughing uncontrollably. Fiona looked down… and screamed.
