CW: non-human; alien; lesbian; transformation; questionable consent; body modification; lactation
'Now put it in
me
,' Vi said, a glimmer in her eyes. She was still kneeling in front of me, looking up with those eyes of hers. She had perfected the fuck-me look years ago, and I'd never been able to resist it.
'You're sure?' I asked. 'You were just saying-'
'It's an alien,' she said, nodding. 'Yeah, I know.
Fuck
. I mean, I can't believe that there's an alien
inside
you right now, Ellie.'
That thought put a bit of a twist in my stomach, too, though I wasn't sure if that was nerves or, you know,
it
.
'Could you bring it back out? Make it, you know, into a
cock
again?'
I nodded as Vi stroked my thighs, her hands warm against me. I concentrated, and felt that movement again - it listened, though, and obeyed me. From me, it slid and moved, like a smooth, free-thinking muscle, until the alien creature was against my thigh. It shifted, moving as I wanted it to, inches from Vi's face, and she watched it with wary eyes. It poked out from beneath the bottom of my sundress, making it tent a little as the head got caught.
'It looks so different like that,' Vi said, pulling the dress off it, It bounced a little, and it felt
good
.
'Like what?'
'Like, as what it
is
, instead of as-' She watched it as I shaped in, in front of her eyes - the Flesh shifted and pulled into a shape, phallic and hanging from my pelvis. 'As
that
.'
I shaped it the way I remembered Vi's strap-ons being - smooth, with the head.
'How's that?' I asked, looking down at it. It stuck out from me, pale as my own skin, and pointing out from me, in front of Vi's face.
'No offence,' she said. 'It looks like a toy. I mean, there's no balls or anything.'
I nodded. 'Yeah - I'm not exactly
experienced
with the real thing.'
Vi bit her lip, setting back a little. Her hands slid from my hips, moving in on it, until I felt her cool fingers close around the shaft.
'Ooohh,' I hummed; earlier, it had felt almost like my clit had been stroked directly, but now it was less like that. 'Feels like it's
mine
,' I said. 'It feels like it's part of me.'
Vi just held it, her other hand stroking my skin softly. 'It looks like part of you, too.'
'So cool,' I said with a little smile. 'But, a little...'
'Plastic,' she said. Then, she let go, and sprung to her feet. 'Right - I have an idea - come with me.'
She kissed me, one hand still around my cock, and she pulled me by it as she led me out of the living room. We went to her room, and it was delightfully clean after my whip-round cleaning session earlier today - the bed was perfectly made, and there was the tell-tale chest that stuck out a little from under the bed. Only this morning we'd woken up together here, limbs tangled before she slipped down my body, tasting me with that talented tongue of hers.
She pulled me by my plastic-looking cock, poking out from beneath my sundress, and pushed me against the frame of the bed so I had to sit. She was still in her black skinny jeans and her work polo shirt, but somehow she made it look slutty. Maybe it was the way her pierced nipples poked against the material, or the way she shifted her weight on her hips, or maybe it was just the look in her eye as she dropped to her knees between my knees.
I sat up as she pushed the dress off my cock, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She stroked me, lightly and half-heartedly, as she went on her phone, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed - until she passed me it.
On it was a video of a guy. Specifically, his cock.
Now, I was a lesbian, and I'd figured that out before I'd ever gotten close enough to a guy for me to see his dick, but Vi was proudly bisexual. She had her toys, and with me she was usually the top - it just worked out that way - but she'd told me up front that she'd been fucked before. The way she said it, she was usually a top with women, and a sub with guys. It's just how her libido worked.
The video in front of me was a cock, against a dark background; there was a little tummy, and thighs, and it looked like it was from the guys' perspective, and he was lying down, with his phone torch on.
Then, blue hair came into view, and I felt a twist of jealousy as Vi's face came into view, smiling that fuck-me smile; her mouth opened, and I watched with lustful envy as she put her tongue to the base of the head, licking him before taking the full head between her lips.
'That's... you,' I said.
'About six months ago,' she said, a smile on her face. 'What? We all have our depraved nights - this guy just happened to film this one.'
'That's kinda shitty,' I said.
'Nah - he filmed it on my phone, and because I asked him to. He was an idiot, and I knew I'd never see him again, but
look
at that cock, Ellie.'
I
was
looking at it. I couldn't not. Now, men had very little interest to me, but Vi knew better than most that I very much enjoyed, you know,
penetrative
sex. Some lesbians were against it, and there was a whole spectrum of attitudes about it, but ever since I'd taken my first strap a few years ago, I'd been hooked.
I remembered her - I'd been freshly nineteen, she was twenty-five; looking back, it was clear she was a little toxic, but at the time it was just
hot
. She knew a lot more than me, and had taken time to introduce me to the world of getting-your-shit-rocked.
Vi was younger than me, but pretty quickly into our relationship being stuck in this flat with just the two of us, we'd settled into our rhythm. She had a wide selection of toys, and at one point or another, she'd used all of them on me. Her straps, in particular, were good old friends by this point. I'd spent
hours
riding them, or being stretched by the monstrous ones, or sitting in Vi's lap with a vibrator inside me as she teased me to insanity.
And yet, I had
never
treated a toy the way Vi was treating the cock in this video.
She was rabid; feral. Her fingers held the pillar at the base, as her mouth
worshipped
the tip, luridly and sloppily licking, kissing, sucking the head; she delved deeper, taking half of it into her mouth before struggling. A hand appeared, holding her head down on him, pushing
just
a little, before letting her come up. Vi, in the video, pulled herself off his cock, moaning through spittle and pre-cum that connected her lips to his glans in thick strands, dripping from her chin as they both groaned, panting heavily, as video-Vi moved beneath his cock, going back to those balls. The angle shifted, going side-on, giving me a
great
view of how big the cock was from that perspective, and letting me
see
the way she sucked his ball into her mouth, massaging it with her lips. They seemed to hang low, and his skin was slick with glistening lube/spittle/precum.
It was
hot as fuck
. And as I watched, I found myself understanding what Vi wanted of me.
I want THAT
, I thought.
Between my legs, the Flesh - if that was what I was calling it - answered. Before our eyes, the shaft became more veined and slightly thicker and longer. The plastic texture was replaced by a shiny-looking flesh texture. The head swelled more, becoming a darker shade of pink, as it grew more realistic glans. Beneath, I felt two warm masses grow, between my inner thighs as the Flesh shaped testicles on me.
I was breathing heavily, nearly panting as I looked at the impressive
cock
standing up from my body.
'Wow,' Vi said with a sigh. 'That's... incredible. It's just like him.'
'Really?' I asked. 'You like it?'
Vi was
very
capable of making me want to please her - of making me so happy to worship her pussy, eating her through orgasm after orgasm just as she did for me. She made herself the object of my desire, and I
loved
