Chapter 2: Building Tension
Dr.Benjamin didn't look as Peter and Samantha anticipated when they had talked on the phone. The idea of a doctor that deals in magic, specifically magic that is used to revitalize the body, brings forth the depictions of Fabio or some other masculine male model on your mother's red spine book covers. But Dr.Benjamin looked more like if you took a circus clown, washed the makeup off and put him in a lab coat. The appearance of the man did not inspire confidence in Peter, whom already was skeptical of the magic the doctor claimed to know.
But Samantha's eyes were shining with hope, and Peter would do anything to keep that light in her eyes.
Dr. Benjamin's office was a cluttered labyrinth of medical equipment and textbooks, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and old paper. The walls were lined with glass cases containing preserved organs, their intricate structures visible under the harsh fluorescent lights. In the center of the room, a sterile table stood, ready to receive its next subject.
Peter lay on the table, his heart pounding in his chest. He was naked, a thin sheet covering his lower half. Samantha stood by his side, holding his hand, her grip tight. Soon she would also need to disrobe, straddling his face with her nether region.
She would be so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the musk of her arousal. He would be able to see every fold, every crevice of her pussy, her labia glistening with her wetness. He would be able to see her clit, hard and throbbing, begging for his tongue.
He would see her pussy lips, swollen and ready, her entrance glistening with her juices. He would see all of her, every intimate detail, and he would know her in a way he never had before. He would know her pleasure, her desire, her need.
He would feel her wetness, her heat, her throbbing clit. He would be her pussy, her cervix, her uterus. And she would be his everything. He didn't even know if he'd be able to see anything as a pussy, so it was nice that the last thing he would see would be his new form.
Samantha's eyes met his, and she gave him a reassuring smile. "It's going to be okay, Peter. I promise." She leaned down, pressing her lips softly against his. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the fluorescent lights.
Peter nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He trusted Samantha, trusted her love, her judgment. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as Dr. Benjamin approached the table. The doctor's hands were steady, his movements precise as he prepared the instruments.
Peter, his heart pounding in his chest, asked, "Dr. Benjamin, will I be able to see anything when I become a vagina?" The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, a sudden surge of anxiety making him blurt out the question that had been nagging at him.
Dr. Benjamin looked up from his work, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ah, a valid concern," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "The spell will probably affect your visual perception, yes. You'll experience the world through the lens of a vagina, so to speak. How many eyes have you seen reproductive organs sporting? But it shouldn't feel too blinding or disorienting. Your brain will adapt, and you'll learn to navigate your new reality."
Samantha squeezed Peter's hand, her eyes filled with determination. "That being said Peter," the doctor added "It's not an exact science." He looked up from his instruments, his eyes meeting Peter's. "I'm the only person who can do the spell and I've only performed this spell five times before. Only two of those patients had no adverse affects. The others... well, let's just say it's not a walk in the park."
Peter's grip on Samantha's hand tightened, his knuckles turning white. "So what are the chances of something going wrong?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Benjamin shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "The chances are about fifty-fifty. But remember, Peter, this is a temporary solution. Once Samantha conceives, the spell will wear off, and you'll be back to your old self." Dr. Benjamin's voice was calm, but the words sent a shiver down Peter's spine. "But what about the other three?" "What happened to them?"
Dr. Benjamin's smile faded, replaced by a look of seriousness. "Well, one of them... It's kind of a balancing act, with putting enough of the man into the woman. You see, the first time I tried the spell. Perfect, the man was a pussy for conception, he stayed there for 9 months and came out fine. The second guy wasn't soo lucky. You see, I didn't how much of the man's will I needed to transfer into the pussy, so When I tried with him, I didn't put enough will in. The result was that he completely broke and forced the woman into a near constant state of ovulation. His will just emboldened the uterus's need to breed. I believe that woman has something like 10 offspring to different fathers now"
The doctor pulled out his archaic phone and started fumbling through it as he explained, "On my third try, I put too much man into the reproductive organs and instead of fixing the vaginal system, She seemingly grew Male genitalia. Except, i ran tests on the woman and her testes seemed to be producing eggs instead of semen and shooting them out as if it were. It was like her vagina went into overdrive, her body seemed to get flooded with estrogen every time she got even slightly aroused, her boobs got bigger, her hips wider. Obviously she is still infertile. Here look," the good doctor passed the phone. "She actually went into porn after that."
Dr. Benjamin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The fourth try, perfect, just like the first. But my most recent try... well, after he returned from being a vagina he was fine at first. But then, after a few weeks, he started to... change. Physically. He developed female characteristics. I suspect that his wife had alot of sex when he was stuck as her pussy, because when he did become a woman, he became obsessed with cock. I suspect too much sex might overwhelm some weaker minds, and damage reality when the spell completes. But who knows, I might not have put enough of his will into her pussy."
Dr. Benjamin shrugged, his eyes flicking back to his notes. "It's a delicate balance, really. Too much, and the man's will can overwhelm the woman's. Too little, and the spell won't work at all." He looked up, his eyes meeting Peter's. "So, how long will you be Samantha's vagina for?" Peter asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Until she gives birth," Dr. Benjamin replied, his voice calm and steady. "The spell is designed to last only as long as necessary for the baby to come out fine. Once the baby is out, you'll return to your old self." Peter nodded, his mind racing with the implications. "And what if she doesn't conceive?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear. Dr. Benjamin sighed, his eyes flicking back to his notes.
"Remember, Peter," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone, "it's you who will be doing the conceiving. You'll be Samantha's vagina, her cervix, her uterus." "It's your body that will be preparing the environment for the egg, your hormones that will be secreted. You'll be the one who will feel everything, every sensation, every pleasure." He paused, letting the words sink in. "And when the time comes, it will be you who will push that baby out into the world."
Peter swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Samantha's hand squeeze his, a silent show of support. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "I understand," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.
"So, what happens if we doesn't conceive?" Dr. Benjamin's eyes flickered to his notes, his expression serious. "Well, Peter, the spell is designed to last until the baby is born. If Samantha doesn't conceive, the spell won't wear off, and you'll be stuck eating cock and bleeding once a month for the rest of Samantha's life. But remember, we only have so much of your sperm. If the spell doesn't work, we'll have to use donor sperm. Like from another man's cock?" Samantha's voice was steady, but Peter could hear the underlying tension. His cock twitched at the thought, a mix of arousal and fear coursing through him. The idea of another man's seed inside Samantha, of him being the vessel for that conception, both excited and terrified him. He might have to be cuckolded, but in a way he had never imagined.
Dr. Benjamin looked up from his notes, his eyes meeting Peter's. "That's a possibility, yes," he said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "But let's not think about that now. Let's focus on getting you through this spell first." He turned to Samantha, his expression serious. "And you, my dear, need to be ready for anything. This isn't going to be easy for either of you."
Samantha nodded, her grip on Peter's hand tightening. "I know," she said, her voice filled with determination.
Dr. Benjamin looked at them, his expression serious. "Are you sure you want to do this? Once the spell is cast, there's no going back. It might be a year until you Physically see each other again." Samantha's voice was soft, barely above a whisper as she asked, "Dr. Benjamin, will I still be able to talk to Peter while he's... you know, my vagina?" Her cheeks flushed pink at the question, but her eyes were filled with a mix of hope and fear.
Dr. Benjamin looked up from his notes, his expression thoughtful. "Ah, that's a good question," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "The spell should allow for some form of communication, yes. It's not like you'll be able to have a full-blown audible conversation, but you should be able to project thoughts into each other's minds, sense each other's presence. The only catch is, you will interpret the voice as what your mind thinks your pussy would sound like. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing." He paused, his eyes flicking back to his notes.
Samantha's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked down at Peter, a small smile playing on her lips. "So, does that mean Peter will sound like a girl?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of amusement.
"Well, Samantha," Dr. Benjamin replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "that depends on you . Do you have a boy vagina or a girl vagina?" "I guess a girl vagina?" she replied awkwardly, only realizing the doctor's sarcasm as she responded. "So he will sound like a girl."
Samantha blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink.
Dr. Benjamin chuckled, his eyes flicking back to his notes. "Now, are you two ready for this? Because once we start, there's no going back."
Peter and Samantha exchanged a look, their hands still entwined.
The doctor's words had left them with a lot to think about, and they needed a moment to process it all. Dr. Benjamin seemed to understand this, his eyes softening as he watched them.
"Before we begin," he said, his voice gentle, "I want to give you two a chance to be alone for a little while one last time. If you'd like, that is." He paused, giving them a small smile. "It might be a while before you can be together like this again."
Peter and Samantha nodded in unison, grateful for the offer. Dr. Benjamin said "Samantha, please disrobe by the time I get back, I would prefer if you were ready onto of him, when I get back, thank you," as he stepped out of the room. Peter got off the table, his form fully exposed.
Samantha turned to Peter, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "Are you sure about this, Peter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"More than anything, Samantha," Peter replied, his voice filled with conviction. "I love you more than life itself, and I would do anything to ensure that we have healthy offspring. I want to see you as a mother, to see our child growing inside you, to feel them kick and move.
I want to be there for you, to support you, to love you. I want to be a father, Samantha. I want to be there for our child, to hold them, to love them. I want to be a family, Samantha.
I want us to have a child more than anything," Peter whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he cupped Samantha's face in his hands. She let out a soft sob, her tears spilling over as she leaned into his touch. "I want that too, Peter," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "I want it so much it hurts." She closed her eyes, a few more tears escaping as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
She reached for the hem of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled it over her head. She stood before Peter, naked, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I love you, Peter," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the fluorescent lights. "I'm scared, but I'm ready to do this for us." Peter's eyes filled with tears as he reached up, cupping her face in his hands. "I love you too, Samantha," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm scared too, but I trust you. I trust us." He pulled her down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his as she deepened the kiss. She could feel his hands exploring her body, his touch gentle yet firm.
After a passionate kiss that left them both breathless, Peter hopped back onto the sterile table, his heart pounding in his chest. Beside the table stood two small boxes, each about a foot high, meant for Samantha to stand on so that she could straddle Peter's face with ease. The sight of them sent a shiver down Peter's spine, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. He looked up at Samantha, her cheeks flushed and her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Are you ready for this, Samantha?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. She nodded, her breath hitching slightly as she awkwardly stepped backwards up onto the boxes , her vaginal opening now an inch or so from Peter's face. He could see every inch of her, her pussy glistening with her arousal, her thighs trembling slightly. He reached up, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his breath hot on her skin.
As he leaned in, his tongue darted out, tasting her one last time as a man. He savored the sweet, tangy flavor of her arousal, his eyes feasting on the sight of her glistening pussy, her labia swollen and ready. He could see every fold, every crevice, her clit hard and throbbing, begging for his touch. He ran his tongue along her slit, feeling her shiver beneath him. He could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps. He knew she was scared, but he also knew she was ready. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and he saw the love and trust in her gaze. He smiled, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I love you, Samantha," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to miss this," he said, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and excitement.
He reached up, his hands gripping her juicy ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He made sure to savor his last sight of her body, taking in every curve, every line, every detail. Her skin was soft and smooth, her ass firm and round, her hips wide and inviting. He could see the faint outline of her labia, the glistening wetness of her arousal, the hard nub of her clit. He could see the slight tremble in her thighs, the way her breath hitched as he touched her. He could see the love and trust in her eyes, the fear and excitement warring within her.
Her face was a masterpiece, her high cheekbones flushed with arousal, her full lips parted as she panted softly. Her nose was small and upturned, her eyes a deep, stormy blue that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. Her hair was a cascade of dark curls, tumbling down her back in waves, framing her face like a halo. Her neck was long and slender, her shoulders delicate. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and erect, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide and inviting, her legs long and shapely.
He felt a pang of sadness, knowing that he would not be able to see her like this for some time. But he also felt a sense of gratitude, of luck. He was lucky to have her, lucky to be able to do this for her, lucky to be loved by her. He was about to voice this thought when the door to the room opened, and Dr. Benjamin re-entered, his expression serious. "I apologize for the interruption," he said, his voice calm and steady.
"But I must ask, are you two ready for the spell? It's a big step, and there's no going back once we begin." He looked at them, his eyes serious and intense. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Are you ready to face the unknown, to embrace the uncertainty, to trust in each other and in the process?" He paused, his eyes flicking between them. "Because once we start, there's no turning back. You'll be Samantha's vagina, Peter. You'll be her cervix, her uterus. You'll be her everything. And Samantha, you'll be the one who carries the baby, who nurtures it, who gives it life. It's a big responsibility, a big commitment. Are you ready for that?" He looked at them, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and excitement. "Because once we start, there's no going back.
Dr. Benjamin's voice was firm, his eyes serious as he looked between them. They nodded in unison, their decision made. "We're ready," Peter said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. Samantha squeezed his hand, her eyes filled with determination. "We're ready," she echoed, her voice filled with conviction.
Dr. Benjamin nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Very well," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Let's begin." He turned to Samantha, his eyes flicking over her naked form. Peter could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He looked up at Samantha, his eyes meeting hers, and he saw the love and trust in her gaze. He reached up, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer.
He could feel her heat, her wetness, her desire. He could smell her arousal, a sweet, musky scent that filled his nostrils and made his cock throb with need. He leaned in, his tongue darting out, tasting her one last time as a man. She moaned softly, her body shivering as he licked her, his tongue exploring every inch of her pussy. He could feel her clit, hard and throbbing, begging for his touch. He circled it with his tongue, feeling her body tense, her breath coming in short gasps. He knew she was close, knew she was ready to explode. But he wanted more.
He wanted to feel her, to taste her, to be inside her one last time as a man. He wanted to imprint himself on her, to leave his mark. He wanted to fuck her, hard and deep, to make her scream his name. He wanted to fill her with his cum, to claim her as his own. He wanted to make her his, completely and utterly.
But before he could act on his desires, Dr. Benjamin began to chant in a language that seemed to echo from the depths of time itself. The air in the room grew thick and heavy, the temperature rising as if an unseen force was heating it. The doctor's voice rose and fell in rhythmic patterns, his hands moving in intricate gestures that seemed to weave an invisible tapestry around them. Samantha's breath hitched as she felt a strange sensation, like a thousand tiny fingers were caressing her skin, her pussy, her very soul. Peter's grip on her hips tightened, his body tensing as he too felt the power of the spell.
Dr. Benjamin's voice reached a crescendo, and with a final, powerful word, he clapped his hands together. A blinding light enveloped them, and for a moment, everything went white. Followed by darkness.
Then, a voice. "Peter? Is it done?" Samantha's voice, but different. Echoing from inside him. He felt a jolt, like a shockwave rippling through his entire being. The whole world seemed to boom with the sound of her voice, resonating within him, vibrating through every fiber of his existence. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt disoriented, confused, yet strangely exhilarated. "Samantha?" he managed to think, his mind racing. "I...
I can't see anything, I think it worked," Peter said, his voice echoing in the darkness. Samantha's voice, now coming from inside him, seemed to chuckle. "You really do sound like a woman now, Peter," she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern. "I can't see anything," Peter repeated, his voice filled with a mix of panic and awe. "It's like I'm floating in a void, Samantha. I can feel lots of thing, but it's new..." He felt a sudden wave of fear wash over him, his heart pounding in his chest. "Peter, it's okay," Samantha said, her voice soothing. "It's just the spell. You're still here, you're still you. You just can't see anything right now." She paused, her voice taking on a more serious tone.
"Dr. Benjamin would like to check a few things before we proceed," she said, her voice filled with concern.
"I know it's a bit awkward, but it's important to make sure everything is working as it should." Samantha nodded, her cheeks flushing pink at the thought. "Of course, Dr. Benjamin. I trust you." She followed him to a set of stirrups, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Peter's presence, his thoughts echoing in her mind, making her feel both comforted and slightly disoriented. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she positioned herself on the stirrups, her legs spread wide. She could feel the cool metal against her skin, the slight pressure of the stirrups holding her in place. She looked up at Dr. Benjamin, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Is this going to hurt?" Dr. Benjamin smiled reassuringly, his eyes flicking over her naked form.
"Don't worry, it's mostly just a visual check. I'll need to see how everything looks from the inside, to make sure the spell took hold properly." He paused, his eyes meeting hers. "But before we begin, I have a question for you, Samantha. Do you watch porn?" His tone was casual, but his eyes were serious. Samantha's cheeks flushed pink, her eyes widening in surprise. "What? No, of course not," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I've seen some, but I don't watch it regularly." She looked down, her hands twisting in her lap. "Why do you ask?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. Benjamin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I apologize if that came out a bit blunt, Samantha," he said, his voice gentle. "But I assure you, it's for the best. You see, the spell has made you essentially a single woman for the next year. Your body, your desires, your needs, they're all yours to explore and indulge in. And that includes your sexual desires." He paused, his eyes flicking over her naked form. "So, if you do have any...
preferences?" Samantha's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered, her voice barely audible. Dr. Benjamin raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Come now, Samantha," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're about to embark on a journey of sexual discovery. It's only natural to have some idea of what you might enjoy. And there's no shame in that." "So, tell me, what kind of porn do you like?" Samantha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. She had never spoken about this with anyone before, let alone a stranger. But there was something about Dr. Benjamin's calm, reassuring demeanor that made her feel safe. She took a deep breath, her eyes flicking down to her hands as she began to speak.
"Well, I... I guess I like it when it's rough," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I like it when the man is dominant, when he takes charge. I like it when it's... intense." She paused, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. "I like it when it's filthy, when he talks dirty to me. I like it when he swears, when he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me." She looked up at Dr. Benjamin, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Is that... wrong?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"Not at all, Samantha," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "It's perfectly natural to have those desires. And it's important to explore them, to understand what you like and what you don't. . Was there anything else you fancy?" Dr. Benjamin asked, his voice casual yet laced with a hint of something more. Samantha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with possibilities. She had never spoken about her fantasies out loud before, but there was something about this situation, about Dr. Benjamin's calm and reassuring demeanor, that made her feel safe.
"I've always found creampie porn hot," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"The thought of a man filling me up, his cum dripping out of me, it's... it's incredibly arousing."
Dr. Benjamin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Samantha, there's nothing wrong with having fantasies," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "And it's important to explore them, to understand what you like and what you don't.
Now, Samantha," Dr. Benjamin said, his voice taking on a more professional tone, "to ensure the spell has taken effect as intended, I need to check your... responsiveness. Would you be comfortable looking at some explicit material on your phone? It's just to see if your new... pussy responds to arousal." He held out her phone, already opened to a video, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring smile.
Samantha hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink at the unexpected request. She had never been one to shy away from her desires, but this was different. This was clinical, impersonal. Yet, she trusted Dr. Benjamin, and she wanted to ensure everything was working as it should. She took a deep breath, her hand reaching out to take the phone from him. I guess that's okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked down at the screen, her eyes widening at the sight of the video.
The woman on the screen was tiny, her body petite and delicate, her skin a smooth, flawless pale white. She was on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her head bowed down. Behind her stood a man, his body massive and muscular in comparison to hers. His cock was enormous, a thick, black shaft that stretched and filled the woman completely. It was slick with lube, glistening under the harsh lights of the set, and it looked like cum. It was thrusting in and out of her, fast and hard, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Samantha's heart began to race as she watched, her breath hitching in her chest. She could feel a warmth spreading through her, a tingling sensation that started in her pussy and radiated outwards. She shifted in her seat, her legs pressing together as she tried to ease the sudden ache.
"I can see, I can see!" Peter exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder and disbelief. It was true, he could feel it, the transformation was complete. His voice was no longer his own, but a sultry, husky tone that seemed to ooze with sexual allure. He sounded like a sexy cougar, a woman in her prime, ready to pounce on her prey. He could hear the change in his voice, the deep, throaty timbre that sent shivers down the nerve ending in his clit. He could feel it, the power it held, the way it commanded attention, the way it made him feel like a predator, a hunter.
He looked up at Samantha, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and excitement. "Samantha, I can hear it," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "I sound like... like a woman." He paused, his voice taking on a more sultry tone. "But what am I looking at," he thought to Samantha.
"I can see something, it's big and... hard." His mouth was swelling up, filling with arousal fluid as he spoke. "It's like I can taste it already, Samantha. It's making my mouth water." He could feel his lips stretching, his tongue growing longer, more agile. "I want it, Samantha. I want that cock that I can see." He could feel a heat building in his core, a hunger that was new and intense. "I want to taste it, to feel it in my mouth. I want to suck it, Samantha. I want to make it hard, to make it cum." He could feel his pussy throbbing in time with his heartbeat, his clit aching with need. "I want to swallow it, Samantha. I want to feel it fill my mouth, my vaginal canal.
I want to feel it stretch me, to fill me completely. I want to feel it cum inside me, to feel it drip out of me. I want to taste it, to swallow it. I want to be filled with it, to be covered in it. I want to be used, to be fucked hard and deep. I want to be a good little slut for him, to take his cock like a good girl. I want to make him cum hard, to make him fill me up completely. I want to be his fuck toy, his little whore. I want to be used and abused by him, to be filled with his cum over and over again. I want to be his little fuck doll, to be used for his pleasure. I want to be his little fuck slut, to be used and abused by him. I want to be his little fuck toy, to be filled with his cum over and over again.
"Wait," Samantha blurted out loud, her eyes wide with realization. "You can see?" She looked up at Dr. Benjamin, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Peter, you can see what I'm looking at?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder and disbelief. "Kinda, everything is kinda dark and blurry, except for..." Peter braced himself, as his whole being became flooded with arousal, both figuratively and literally, continuing almost as a moan "...that!". Samantha knew what "that" was as her eyes fixated on the impressive aubergine like beast, plowing the tiny Blonde woman on her phone screen. She watched intently as the lining of the lucky woman's vaginal open both painfully stretched and gripped the phallus, as if not wanting to let go of the glorious instrument. Peter found his thoughts turning to desire, as he looked on in near vaginal jealousy.
He wanted that cock, he wanted to feel it stretch him, fill him, make him cum. He wanted to be used, to be fucked hard and deep. He wanted to be a good little slut for Samantha, to take his cock like a good little breeding sleeve. He wanted to make him cum hard, to make him fill him up completely. He wanted to be his fuck toy, his little fleshlight. He wanted to be used and abused by him, to be filled with his cum over and over again. "Fuck, Samantha," Peter groaned, his voice thick with newfound feminine lust. "I need that cock. I need it inside me, filling me up. I need to be fucked, Samantha. I wanna feel his love fill me and coat our eggs," the new sentient pussy told it's owner.
"Peter, you're responding beautifully," Dr. Benjamin said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Your new... form is reacting perfectly to visual stimulation. That's excellent news." He looked up from his notes, his eyes flicking over Samantha's naked form. "You're doing wonderfully, Samantha," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Your body is responding exactly as it should. You're a natural at this." He paused, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Though I must say, I've never seen a patient quite so... aroused by a simple video." He chuckled, his eyes meeting Samantha's.
"Well, that's certainly a unique reaction," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement. "I've never seen a patient quite so... aroused by a simple video." Samantha's cheeks flushed pink, her eyes flicking down to her hands as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... react like that." Dr. Benjamin waved a hand dismissively, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't apologize, Samantha," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "It's a natural reaction. Your body is responding to the visual stimulation, and that's exactly what we want to see. It means the spell is working as intended." "Now, let's get back to work.
I want to see how your... ahem, new self responds to touch," Dr. Benjamin said, his eyes flicking over Samantha's flushed cheeks. Samantha swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Doctor, before we continue, Peter can see, but only things that make me... excited," she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. Dr. Benjamin raised an eyebrow, his eyes widening in surprise. "Intriguing," he mused, his fingers dancing over his chin in thought. "It seems the spell has taken on an... interesting twist. Perhaps, he has taken on a more complete form of your reproductive organs than normal. becoming them all the way to the parts of you brain that control their function..."
"Let's explore this further, shall we?" He turned to his assistant, who was standing by with a tray of instruments. "Rachel, would you mind assisting me?" he asked, his voice calm and collected. Rachel nodded, stepping forward to hand him a small, vibrating device.
She was dressed in a tight, white uniform that left little to the imagination, her ample cleavage on full display. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her makeup was heavy and dramatic, giving her an almost doll-like appearance. She was, in a word, stunning. But neither Peter nor Samantha seemed to notice. Their gaze was fixed on the small, purple vibrator that Rachel had placed in Dr. Benjamin's outstretched hand.
"Now, let's see how you respond to physical stimulation, shall we?" Dr. Benjamin said, his voice calm and collected. "Samantha, I want you to relax. This might feel a bit... intense at first, but it's important to let your body respond naturally." "Do you trust me?" Samantha nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Peter, do you want the sexy nurse to use the vibrator on you, or should I do it myself?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. She looked up at Dr. Benjamin, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "Doctor, what do you think?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "It's your call, Samantha," Dr. Benjamin said, his voice calm and collected. "But remember, this is all about exploring your new... form. It's important to let your body respond naturally." Samantha looked down at the vibrator, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel a heat building in her core, a hunger that was new and intense.
"Can I just fuck the sexy nurse and get this over with? Where is he anyway?" Peter asked, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and desire.
He had expected a man, someone who could make him feel desired, filled with that intense masculine energy that he had come to crave. He could see nothing but darkness, his new perspective limited to whatever Samantha was looking at or thinking about that caused sexual desire. But he could feel something else, a strange sense of detachment, a disconnect from the world he once knew. "Peter, the sexy nurse is this alt goth big titty bimbo dressed in a tight fitting nurse outfit..."
Samantha said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and surprise. "Peter, you've got to be kidding me. You can't even see her?" She looked up at Dr. Benjamin, her eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "He wants a male nurse," she said, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "He can't even see her, Doctor. I'm looking right at her chest and it's like he's suddenly become the world's best husband, and he's just not even able to see 'em really." "Well, that's certainly an interesting development," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement. "It seems the spell has taken on an... interesting twist." He turned to Rachel, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring smile. Rachel nodded, stepping forward to hand him a small, purple vibrator.
"I warn the two of you," the doctor advised, "This might feel a bit... good..."