After a huge fight with his girlfriend, Jay Kaminski gets drunk and passes out at a party. When he wakes up transformed into a sissy slut bimbo, all he craves is alpha male cock—and his frat brothers can’t wait to give it to him! Stunned by how much he enjoys getting passed around, the real shocker is how he got turned into a desperate whore—and what he’ll have to do to get changed back.
This erotic novella contains sissy slut, gangbang, pegging, orgasm denial, strap-on, maledom, femdom, lactation, humiliation, and degradation.
Excerpt:
“What the hell
happened last night?” Jay staggered out of bed, down the hall, and into the
bathroom. He reached down to free his surprisingly hard cock and found his junk
encased in pink silk. What. The. Fuck? Had his housemates decided to dress him
up after he’d passed out? Jay laughed. Fuckers. Still, clothes were a hell of a
lot better than dicks drawn all over his face with Sharpies.
After freeing his
beast and pissing enough to impress a racehorse, he flushed then moved over to
the mirror on the back of the door. What he saw so shocked him he couldn’t even
blink for almost a full minute.
Long pink nails were
the least of it.
Jay had boobs.
Not just any boobs,
but mega-huge tits that a thin layer of
pink latex could barely contain. When he reached up to cup them, his fingertips
brushed his nipples. A jolt of electricity ran from his tits right to his cock.
“Fuck.”
“Hey.” Mark, their
resident computer nerd, knocked politely. “You almost done in there? I’ve got to go.”
Instead of
answering, Jay kept staring at himself. His gaze went from his epic chest down
to his tiny waist then he turned so he could see a butt that was just as fake
as his boobs. He looked like an over-inflated Kim Kardashian, complete with
excessive amounts of makeup, especially gobs of thick pink lipstick.
He grabbed a wad of
tissue and tried to rub it off but it magically reappeared.
“Who’s in there?”
Peter banged on the door, causing Jay to stumble in his transparent hooker
shoes.
He tried to say just a second but what actually came out
of his mouth was, “Come on in.” Holy shit his voice sounded like liquid sex!
Peter didn’t wait
for a second invitation. He wrenched the door open, took one look at him, and
grinned. “Well, hello there.”
“Hello yourself.” Despite wanting to ask him
what the fuck had happened, and how they’d managed to do all this to him in one
night, Jay’s mouth had a mind of its own.
“Who’s that?” Mark
whispered to Peter as he pushed up his thick glasses. The lenses magnified his
brown eyes, making him look like a befuddled old man.
“I don’t know.”
Peter grinned. “Who are you, honey?”
I’m your goddamn roommate and this isn’t
fucking funny! That was what
Jay wanted to say, but what came out was, “I’m the woman of your dreams.”
“You are at that.”
Peter eyed Jay up and down as he pulled him out of the bathroom and into the
hall. “You wait right here.”
Jay wanted to run
but he couldn’t. He did as he’d been told. He stood in the hallway, waiting
while Peter took a piss. All the while Mark eyed him with an annoying
combination of awe and terror. Unlike the rest of the bros, Mark hadn’t checked
anything off his sexual competition list. Poor bastard hadn’t even kissed a
girl.
“So,” Mark began, his voice cracking. “What’s your major?”
No wonder he didn’t get any action. But instead of rolling his eyes and pointing out what he was doing wrong, Jay’s new and apparently whorish body grinned and leaned into Mark’s personal space. “I major in making men spew cum. Wanna see?”
“So,” Mark began, his voice cracking. “What’s your major?”
No wonder he didn’t get any action. But instead of rolling his eyes and pointing out what he was doing wrong, Jay’s new and apparently whorish body grinned and leaned into Mark’s personal space. “I major in making men spew cum. Wanna see?”
