1
Beverly Watson's office was dark when Noora Abadi arrived, but the door was ajar. Something was wrong.
Who am I kidding, everything is wrong, Noora thought.
She had played dumb for so many years while Beverly grew more and more attached to her. Never once did she find a moment to broach the subject. All the while, that wound festered.
Noora loved Beverly. Really, she did. Just not like
that
. When Tyler came into the picture, Noora hoped desperately things would get better - that Beverly would move on and find someone that truly made her happy.
Instead, things got so much worse. Every interaction began to feel painfully awkward. Even small chit chat began to feel like pulling teeth. Noora wasn't happy to admit it by any means, but her time in China had been the most peace she had felt in years.
Now Noora was back and engaged and things had finally reached their boiling point. She felt guilty, but only a little bit so. Having spent her entire engagement party worried about her best friend, she wondered what other milestones would be taken from her.
No, this nightmare ended tonight. Beverly would get an ultimatum: move on or stay away. It was harsh, but in the end it was what they both needed.
Only now Noora was faced with an empty office and no Beverly. Whatever this meant, it couldn't be good. Noora held her breath, inched open the door, and turned on the lights.
What she saw hardly made any sense. The room was a mess. Papers, pens, and other desk supplies were scattered all over the floor. In at least three places that Noora could see, dark, viscous liquid splattered the floor. As she stepped inside, she caught the overwhelming, musky odor of sex.
"My God Beverly, what did you do?"
Noora pinched her nose and took a few more steps into the office, taking care to avoid the sticky puddles. As she got closer, she looked towards Beverly's messy desk and a detail stuck out to her. Right behind Beverly's laptop was a small cardboard box that Noora recognized. It was the artifact box she had given her friend only the day before.
It was empty. The contents of it were nowhere to be found.
2
Beverly Watson patted Annie O'Neil's head affectionately as the girl sucked on the swollen head of her cock. The warmth and wetness of the girl's mouth was something to die for and her soft, pillowy lips perfectly gripped the fleshy surface of Beverly's member.
How could this possibly be real? Just a handful of hours ago, Beverly had been sobbing to herself in a cramped, lonely office. At that time, her womanhood had been intact and the world had seemed like a hopeless and barren wasteland. Now here she was with a cock. A
cock
! And a beautiful girl to pleasure it.
The reality of Beverly's transformation was nearly impossible to reconcile. She didn't think she would ever get over the sense that this was a dream that would end any moment. It all seemed so insane. What had been a mummified chunk of dead skin and flesh was now a living, throbbing organ that was fully attached to Beverly's body. She could feel it just like she felt her arms or her legs or the tip of her nose.
And it wasn't
just
the presence of the organ - it was the size of it! Beverly had only seen a handful of penises in her life and hers dwarfed all of them. It was so long and thick! It made her feel powerful with the way it swung back and forth like a pendulum when it got hard.
And then there was what existed below the penis. When the organ had fused itself to Beverly, it had completely restructured her reproductive system, stealing her ability to carry life and replacing it with something greater. Beverly's womb and eggs and fallopian tubes had twisted and mutated into a truly enormous pair of testicles that now dangled below her throbbing cock like two ripe mangoes.
Beverly didn't mind losing her womanhood. The idea of having kids repulsed her, her sex life had been dead in the water and more often than not, her vagina proved to be a nuisance. Besides, having a penis was so much more interesting to her. It tingled with alien pleasure that was so forceful and obvious. As a woman, pleasure was something that had to be gently and carefully coaxed out. With this massive cock, Beverly's lust was a force of nature ready to crash down upon her at all times. It was a demon that possessed her and drove her mad. That power was intoxicating.
A soft, nimble hand gently cupped and squeezed Beverly's balls, making her feel weak in the knees. The professor looked down to see her darling Annie playing with the sack as she sucked dutifully.
"That's it, Annie. Suck a little harder," Beverly moaned.
She desperately wanted to come in her student's mouth. Something about that seemed so dirty. She wanted to see her shadowy sperm dripping off the young beauty's sweet, pale face. She wanted to see streams of her dark essence bubble over those sweet, plump lips.
Annie tightened her lips and picked up the pace, but it was clear the girl was not going to get Beverly off alone. At the moment, she wasn't even taking half of Beverly's cock into her mouth. The girl needed some instruction.
Beverly laughed at this thought. This wasn't the kind of mentorship Annie O'Neil had in mind when she dropped by Beverly's office.
"Here Annie, let's work on your gag reflex," Beverly said.
She locked her fingers into Annie's thick, curly hair - formerly a chestnut color before Beverly's dark essence had tainted it black. Then she forced the girl's head forward, shoving her cock deep.
Beverly felt warmth encompass her length. That was so much better.
"That's it. That's the spot," Beverly moaned.
Annie's big brown eyes widened for a moment, but the girl didn't struggle. Ever since Beverly had pumped Annie's womb full of essence, the girl had been completely obedient to her. It was just another wonderful aspect to Beverly's new condition.
Beverly pumped her cock in and out of the girl's mouth, all the while focusing on how it would feel to fill the girl's stomach with her essence. That thought drove Beverly wild. As such, it didn't take long for Beverly to lose control.
In under a minute, the professor let out a deep, primal growl as her fat, glowing testicles puckered. Then she felt the thrilling rush as cum blasted up the length of her mighty cock. As she came, Beverly let go of Annie's head. She wanted things to get a little out of control.
To Annie's credit, the girl did her best to drink down as much of Beverly's essence as she could. The problem was the volume. There was just too much of the stuff. Eventually, Annie gagged and the tip of Beverly's penis dislodged from her mouth. From there, cum sprayed wildly from Beverly's cock. It splashed Annie's face and her dark hair and her big, juicy tits. It landed on the carpet of Beverly's apartment and on the couch several feet away.
Eventually the flow petered out and Beverly felt herself slide into one of those lull periods where lust didn't completely dominate her brain. She looked down at her young lover and blushed, feeling a phantom sense of embarrassment. Annie O'Neil was very beautiful. She wasn't a Noora Abadi, but the girl had her own sweet charm. This charm had only been enhanced by Beverly's power.
In her past life, Beverly would have been struck silent around such a gorgeous young woman - outside of a professional context, of course. Beverly could talk to anyone if they needed a paper graded or a textbook reading assigned.
