Danny practically rushed me to this little yellow Datsun in the parking lot that looked like it was worse for wear. For someone who seemed so concerned about physical appearance and clearly succeeded in many aspects of it, she had little to no regard for transportation. I couldn't complain my mode of transportation came with everywhere I went and I guess that even if you have a beat up junker like this, at least you still have a beat up junker. She smiles at me and gestures for me to join in the car. I am still caught up in thinking of why we are going to a club at eleven in the morning, and why that girl in there... my train of thought is a little lost as I recall the taste of her salty arousal on my tongue and I gingerly touch my sensitive lips thinking about how erotic that really was.
I open the door and sit down opening my purse, which I guess is now mine, I examine the contents a little closer. I see the lip gloss and without a second thought open it and rub it on my sensitive lips. The sensation of the cool gel them makes my nipples hard against my tight top and I have to squirm a little as the plugs whir in satisfaction at my tiny arousal. I put the tube to the side and am reminded of the heady smell of Danny and my sexual encounter earlier. I smile over at her and she starts the car. I am surprised it doesn't backfire and sputter as she starts to drive toward the opposite side of town. The phone and charge cable are still inside, and there are the soiled clothes I put on so foolishly this morning. I should have known that goth witch was going to do something more to me than just try and give me a nasty horse cock swinging between my legs. There is a small string with a loop through it, and I am interested enough to pull it up but not out of the bag so Danny can see. To my surprise it is another type of undergarment like the one I have on but minus the plugs. There is a circle where my cock and balls would go to push them forward and keep me at a perpetual semi erect state. I don't think that the horse cock has ever gone back into the sheath since I was cursed with it...
I felt my stomach lurch at the image in my mind. I can't believe that I have a thick horse cock growing between my legs that I have actually masturbated... and enjoyed. I drop the panties and sift through more of the objects. Makeup, more products, and to my surprise a rather thick looking vibrator. It is the exact length of the purse and fits snug in the bottom. There are several butt plugs next to it, each made of smooth metal and adorned with a bright pink crystal. To top it all off there is a medium bottle of lube. How did all of this stuff fit into one tiny handbag? I look nervously back over to Danny who is expertly guiding us through town, though it is quite simple since the traffic is practically non-existent.
I quietly close the bag back up and look at myself in the side mirror of the car. There is barely a trace of who I looked like before this entire incident started. Before I was forced into a transformation that overtook everything I tried so hard to achieve. I was working to go to school and graduate so I could get myself into a better life, and now here I was going across town dressed to kill to a club in the middle of the day with a bimbofied slut. I let out a sigh of exasperation and Danny reaches over and places a gentle hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze as though she was reassuring me about everything running through my mind. The gesture was innocent enough, but having her gentle and smooth fingertips brushing the bare skin of my leg through the fishnet stockings I felt a jolt of exhilaration and my cock begins to tug furiously at the makeshift cage Danny put together for me earlier.
I shift but not uncomfortably in the chair as Danny rests her flat palm just above my knee. I take a deep breath and look back out the window placing my palm on top of hers. My heart races a little at the gesture, and I feel Danny give my leg a gentle squeeze. I look back over at her and she smiles at me reassuringly, "like don't worry about this Daddy will fix you right up. I can't let the mother of my sorority know or I would be dead." Danny looks in the rear view mirror as if the sorority mother was in a car behind us watching. I had so many questions of who this daddy was, and why she would be dead in letting me meet him. Either way, the simple and innocent gestures of Danny were starting to really get me hot and bothered. My breath hitching each time we hit a bump, my heart racing if she gave me a gentle stroke of her fingertips.
I look down at her hand on my lap and stroke my fingertip along the backside of her hand. So expertly manicured and beautiful. She could pass as a model and it is almost like she never tried in her life. She rolls her hand over instinctively and I place my palm in hers interlacing my fingers between hers. This was so not normal for me. I bite my cheek and quickly pull my hand away and shift in my seat growing steadily uncomfortable from the odd makeshift chastity belt and stare out the window again. Danny sighs a little and withdraws her hand back to the steering wheel, not hurt but clearly not happy either.
I didn't want to upset this newfound acquaintance, but honestly everything is moving far too quickly for anything to make sense to me. I was fighting an internal battle over keeping my mind in check and not losing myself to become a masturbating bimbo. No one wants to lose their minds do they? I look over at Danny and wonder what her story really is. Did she ever have to fight herself to find out what she was looking for in life? Then I get the sick feeling that maybe she didn't want to be like she is... I look back out the window and try not to think too hard on what could have been and focus more on what is.
I took lewd photos of myself and posted them online trying to get someone to help me find a cure. Better yet let's start from the beginning. I met a goth girl who saw me look at strange futanari anime porn. I then get cursed to grow a horse cock and she threatens me with other curses in a strange white roomed vision in my head. They involved changing my breasts, body shape, growing a bigger penis, and my mind of course would become as empty as the ocean. Of the threats she made on that front I three for four. My mind is still intact and I can control myself... somewhat something draws me to sexual release but I can at least still do math and function as a human being.
After that I found myself masturbating and posting lewd photos online for a solution to my problem, which brought me to Danny and we shared some incredible and intense moments together. That led me to eating a girl out and being decked out like a party girl. Here we are now rolling across town to a club. So much has happened in such a short amount of time it's hard to wrap my head around everything. I take a deep breath and look back over at Danny stirring in my seat uncomfortably. Her eyes are fixed on the road and she looks over her shoulders occasionally checking for other traffic, although the streets are fairly dead in this smaller town we live in.
When I am about to say something to Danny to explain everything pouring through my mind the car comes to a halt. I look out the window to see a worn down and beat up brick building with a rusty door. This place looks like it has been out of service for years and not a person would want to go inside for fear of it collapsing in around them. Danny hops out of the car in her bouncy and flirty way. I open the door and practically fall onto the sidewalk, still not used to the over tall heels I was strapped into. Danny proffers a hand and I take it gratefully lifting myself a little off balance to my heels and stare down embarrassed for being so clumsy. Danny strolls to the rusty door and props it open eagerly gesturing for me to follow.
With a grumble I hold my purse over my stomach that is now lurching with butterflies and step hesitantly into the dark room. Before us lies a small and narrow staircase that leads down to a basement level. Danny slips past me expertly maneuvering the tiny confined space and trounces down the stairs, her hair bouncing and falling perfectly accentuating her perfect form. I tightly grip the handrail and try not to tumble down headfirst into the girl trying to solve my problems and take each step tentatively like I was about to topple headlong into a lake of fire.
When we reach the square at the bottom of the stairs there is just enough space for Danny to lift her hand and push the intercom button. It springs to life and crackles making my ears ring a little.