Jon clamped a hand over Zoe’s plump lips as she came, her eyes rolling back in her head. Hopefully, no one had heard. Jon carefully stood and grabbed the remote, and then dropped back onto the bed.
“What’s that?” Zoe asked about the remote, still caught up in her afterglow.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. Jon concentrated and clicked PLUS on Zoe's dresser and once on Zoe herself. With a double flash, nothing seemed to change, but Jon knew better. Zoe blinked; lucidness quickly returned to her eyes, the remote forgotten. She stood quickly and stepped over Jon.
“I’ve got something you’ll like,” Zoe said with a smirk on her black lips. She pulled back and sauntered over to her dresser, bent over at the waist, showing her perfect ass and her still dripping cunt to Jon, and pulled out a long red dildo from a drawer. Jon swallowed as she sauntered back, his delicate fingers trailing idly around his clit as he waited.
Zoe’s smirk was pure predator. “My turn,” Zoe breathed, her voice a low growl of lust as, with a strength he didn't know she possessed, she pushed Jon onto his side, his perfect bubble-butt facing her. She slid onto the bed behind him, pressing her body against his back in a tight spoon. Jon gasped as he felt her hard, erect nipples digging into his delicate shoulder blades.
“You liked having control,” Zoe whispered, her voice a low growl of lust right in his ear. “But now you’re going to take this for me.”
One of her hands snaked around his waist, grabbing one of his heavy, double D-cup breasts. She kneaded it roughly, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and Jon moaned, arching his back. Her other hand brought the dildo between his thighs. He felt the thick, slick head of it nudging against his wet slit. She swirled the tip, painting his own slickness over him before deliberately, slowly, pushing it inside. Jon gasped as she pulled it out, the emptiness almost painful until she thrust it back in.
Her new dominance was overwhelming. As she pushed the dildo inside him over and over, he cried out; the feeling of being filled like this was a new, overwhelming kind of ecstasy. It felt incredible, but a part of him, a part that was not quite him—something new—couldn't help but wonder if a real, hard cock wielded by a man would feel even better. Was this what he was missing out on? The thought made him strangely aroused. God, why fuck a woman he could fuck a ma–
The thought was instantly obliterated as Zoe squeezed his breast hard and thrust again. Jon moaned out hard, eyes fluttering. Zoe established a powerful, steady rhythm, her dominant hand working the dildo while her other hand tormented his chest. He was completely at her mercy, pinned between her body and the intense pleasure she was forcing into him. He was no longer the one in control; he was just a vessel. His hands gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white, as moans tumbled from his lips, shameless and loud. As he shifted, his knee bumped something hard on the sheets—the remote.
Click.
With a soft flash, only he saw Zoe’s body changed against his. Her breasts felt even heavier on his back, her grip on his own breast tightened, and the dildo she held suddenly felt impossibly slick. Her thrusts became deeper, more desperate.
“God, I needed this,” she growled, her voice now a guttural moan.
His thrashing hips hit the remote again. Click. This time, the flash centered on his own body. He felt his ass swell, becoming even rounder and fuller, clenching around the dildo with an impossible tightness that made him scream. He bit down on his fat bottom lip. His tits swelled in Zoe's delicate hands, the sensation all too wonderful, as he felt his bottom lip shift and change beneath his teeth. Zoe grunted at the sensation, driving into him even harder as she gently bit his ear. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain.
“Oh god, Jen, you’re so tight,” Zoe growled, her own breathing growing ragged. She leaned forward, nipping at his shoulder as she increased her pace, ramming the dildo into him faster and faster.
Jon’s vision blurred. The friction, the fullness, the feeling of her hand on his breast, and her body pressed against his back, it was so good.
As they both neared their edge, his flailing hand slapped the remote. Click. He felt the solid thickness inside him vanish, replaced by something smaller, softer. He risked a glance down and saw, to his absolute horror, that Zoe was now furiously fucking him with a plain, slightly curved cucumber. His mind reeled, but Zoe didn't miss a beat. After all, in her reality, this was what she had grabbed from the dresser.
Before he could even process the absurdity, his other knee knocked the remote one last time. Click. The cucumber flashed and morphed back, but it wasn't the same. It was now a deep, pulsing purple, an inch thicker, and vibrating intensely against his even more sensitive clit.
Zoe let out a shocked, thrilled cry. "Oh, yes!"
The sudden, powerful vibrations against his deepest parts completely shattered Jon's composure. He was no longer in control of his body or the situation. A final, desperate cry tore from his throat as the chaotic, overwhelming orgasm seized him, his inner muscles clenching violently around the vibrating toy as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through him.
Afterwards, he stumbled, bowlegged and dazed in his damp panties (his bra and other clothes were mysteriously missing), his small E-Cups swaying with his steps and the remote loose in one hand, back to his room. Despite it all, there was still an undercurrent of arousal burning in his veins.
"Let's do this tomorrow after school," Zoe called after him, but he wasn't listening.
"What the fuck!?" Jon cursed after he opened the door to his room in a voice that still sounded like pure sex.
What did he see?
