I knew she wasn't right for me. She was a queen and I'm a nerd. But somehow we got to talk at that bar, danced a bit, probably drank too much, and I ended up going to her place.

“Let me see what we're working with here”, she said, as she took off her dress, and stood there in a full body of fishnet, with just her crotch bare, glistening with wetness.

In seconds I stood naked before her, my flagpole standing straight. Hmm, okay, that's wishful thinking… my lollipop standing straight. I was just glad she didn't see it when it was flaccid, because it wouldn't even measure an inch.

“Hmmm…”, she said, and I saw her licking her lips as a good sign. “That may need a bit of prepping.” I didn't dare to tell her this was the full thing, as she sat on her knees in front of me, and took me all in her mouth.

As someone only used to masturbating to pictures of women like her, this was a fantasy come true, and I thought I grew a couple of inches in her mouth. Reality was, I had no control at all, and I shot my load before I could even warn her.

I worried she'd be mad, but she swallowed every drop, then squeezed everything from my rapidly shrinking dick, before she let it go with a plop. “I'm sorry”, I apologized, “I never had such a good blow job”, technically the truth, as it was my first and only one.

“No worries”, she replied, “it happens all the time. But I'm horny right now, and this thing won't satisfy me for a while. Would you mind a little add-on?”

I had no clue what she meant by that, but I really wanted her to feel good as well, so I said, “Sure. Whatever it takes!”

That was clearly the right answer, as she smiled, and she got up and pulled something from a drawer. It was a giant dick, made from glass, or some transparent rubber or plastic. It had even a ballsack and everything, and looked very realistic, if only it weren't so big. She gave it to me, and for a moment I thought she wanted me to use it as a dildo in her pussy, but then she said, “Stick your dick in it, and wrap it around your scrotum.”

I was stunned for a second, looking at the monster in my hand, and my limp dick that it was supposed to cover. But as I saw her getting slightly impatient, I knew I had to move. So, I guided my small penis into the opening of the rubbery ball sack, and with a few squeezes my own scrotum plopped in, and it felt like that big dick sucked itself around my manhood. It felt like a vacuum and through the transparent material I could see my own member comfortably inside the base of that monster.

“Hold it”, she said, “give it a minute”, and I could see her licking her lips again, as I had that monster now between my legs, still holding it up. “That should do it”, she said after awhile, “see if it sticks.”

It hung down now from my crotch, and I could feel the weight of my new “manhood”. Somehow the vacuum inside kept it connected to me. She didn't give me any time to get used to it, as she laid back on the bed, and said, “Get me wet first, baby.”

I didn't hesitate, always wondered how a pussy would taste, and I plunged my tongue between her legs. I clearly did something right, as she soon started moaning, and I could taste the fluids leaking from her. I think I might have given her her own orgasm, seeing her jerk for a second, but I wasn't sure, inexperienced as I was.

But soon after she moaned, “Now put that dick in me!”

It was the weirdest feeling, or really non-feeling. I had no indication if I did it right, other than her moaning, as I pushed the tip of my new monster in, and slowly pushed inside. But thank goodness she was soaking wet, and with her hands on my back she guided me deeper inside her. Soon I was pounding her, going through all the motions she clearly liked, but not feeling any sensation myself. I licked one of her nipples through the bodystocking which she really appreciated. And soon after that she came.

I guess I was simply a tool now, as I didn't go soft, how could I? And she was urging me already to start pumping again. So I did, while sucking her other breast. Two more times she came, before she begged me to pull out. Then she ordered me to lick her clean in a sixty-nine position, as she cleaned my monster. I could feel one more small orgasm in her, as I licked all her juices, glad that my own gunk wasn't mixed with it. All in all I was very satisfied that I'd given her so much pleasure.

She was clearly happy as well, as she told me she wanted this every night. I wondered if I was a fuck buddy or a lover, but the way she kissed me afterwards suggested the latter. We fell asleep together, my arm around her, on her breast.

I normally wake up with a boner, but somehow it felt very uncomfortable the next morning. I noticed I was on my back, as she was straddling me, my new dick already deep inside her. I wasn't doing anything as she pumped up and down, moaning loudly, until her whole body started to shiver. In a way it was beautiful to see her face contorted in pleasure as her body rocked. As she pulled away finally, she shifted her pussy to my mouth, and I cleaned her out again. I could get used to this.

The uncomfortable feeling however didn't go away, and soon I realized what was going on. My own dick had no room to grow inside that monster. I asked her if I could take that thing off, and she replied, “Oh honey, the glue will have settled by now.”

In shock I tried to pull it off, which hurt tremendously. The shock made me want to pee, and when I told her so, she twisted the dick, and after a couple of turns the majority came off, leaving my own dick in a tiny transparent cage. I couldn't feel anything through it, but I saw a tiny pee hole, so I ran to the bathroom to unload. It was so messy that I had to sit down to make sure everything landed in the bowl.

Afterwards we talked, and she explained how the heat of my skin had activated the glue inside the base. It caused a chemical reaction with the skin, generating indeed a vacuum, and combined with the glue the monster became part of me. But not to worry, she explained, as she was told that the typical hair growth on the scrotum would slowly work on detaching the artificial part. It would take a few weeks but she promised we'd have fun!

I was worried though. When I went through puberty and started growing body hair, most of these hairs would grow inwards, causing infections all over my body, which caused specific dangers in my crotch area, like the chance of getting infertile.

So, for about a year at that time, I went through a very painful procedure, where each hair pocket was disabled through electrolysis. I would never have body hair again. So what would that do to the glue, if it wasn't affected by hair growth?

She wasn't sure, obviously. I would probably be stuck with the new dick for a longer period than expected. But she promised we'd have a good time as long as it lasted. She had cum so many times already, just in one night, she'd make it worthwhile to me, “as my girlfriend”.

She was a bit taken back by the fact that I had had no satisfaction from it, other than from eating her out, and enjoying licking her breasts, but technically I couldn't cum, ever since she'd given me the bj.

That's when her face lit up. She had an idea that would give my body its deserved satisfaction as well. The coming weekend she'd try out her idea, but I had to trust her. We'd be a couple for as long as needed and who knows how much longer after that. It would even be better if I moved in during that time, so her needs were easier satisfied as well.

This did seem like a good proposal for a nerd like me, a queen at my hand and being able to fuck her multiple times a day. But I had no idea how she'd solve my sexual problem. And it wasn't like I had any other choice, not taking her deal would still leave me without any chance for sex for who knows how long.

And thus, I moved in with Danica as her sex toy, and had sex with her every night, in multiple ways, during which she was extremely satisfied. In a way it was better for me already as well, as she knew how to dress sexy, and each night we went out, she made it clear to any suitor that she was off the market. I was never bored, and despite not having a sexual release, I lost my nerd status real quickly at her arm.

The next weekend she made true at her promise, just not quite what I expected. I had to promise in turn I'd do anything she'd ask from me, or she couldn't guarantee her fix for me. That was a bit scary, but again, what choice did I have?

Soon I had none at all, as I was tied to her bed, spread eagled. Then she showed me a leather hood, and she explained how it would take away all my senses, which would allow me to concentrate just on the pleasure she would unleash on me.

She wasn't joking. When the hood was completely covering my face and the rest of my head, I could no longer see or hear. I could only smell the leather, and I couldn't talk because of a gag that was built inside the hood. I could only breathe through a tube inside the gag, which was a very scary thought.

Nothing happened for what seemed like hours. Did she forget about me? Did she have to run an errand? What if something happened to her, would I slowly die here? I tested the bondage, but soon I realized there was no way I could escape.

I was almost glad when something finally happened, even though it gave me tremendous pain. It was like my nipples were on fire, did she bite them off? But soon she cooled it down with whatever she was doing, giving me some relief. I felt a weight on my chest from what had to be some serious bandages or so.

Again it took awhile before something new happened. Feeling her weight on me I could only imagine she had mounted my artificial dick again, and she was now getting off herself. I felt her hands on my chest, playing with my nipples, which by now was a pleasurable experience. From her movements I could tell she came at least three times, before she pulled off again.

I wasn't ready for what happened next, as she started probing my rear hole, clearly accessible the way my legs were spread. I squeezed my muscles trying to stop the intrusion, but it was no good.

She added some lube or something, as she spread the coolness in the area. And then she pushed something inside me, much bigger than her fingers. I cried out, not wanting this, but the gag in my mouth silenced me almost completely, at least I could only hear myself in my head.

If any sound had reached her, it didn't stop her. I used every muscle trying, but then it felt like she put her lips on one of my nipples, and the sudden jolt of pleasure relaxed every muscle in my body, allowing the intruder to suddenly go deeper.

I was fucked, literally, as I lost my anal virginity. She started moving the thing inside, as she kept stimulating my nipples. I had no chance, with my legs spread wide, my body started reacting, and with the slight freedom I had my hips pushed up an inch or so, taking it deeper by that same inch.

I still didn't like what was happening, but the discomfort was gone, and the sucking she applied now clearly on my nipple had me moving with her motion, and now my muscles started clamping down on it. She had to use more force, but the friction inside me created now a second form of pleasure.

I really didn't want to like it, but it was my only sense still active in my body, and I remembered what she had said about the hood. Concentrate on the pleasure that she would give me. Was it possible that this pleasure could replace the missing sensation in my dick?

With my mind suddenly going back to my dick, I could feel it swell, which was immediately stopped as there was no room to swell. It went to major uncomfortably in just seconds, and my mind started to concentrate on the only other feeling inside me that was not uncomfortable.

It took every bit of control I had in me to make the new sensation more important than my non functioning dick. And at exactly that moment a vibration started inside me.

Only later I could rationalize what happened. For almost a week I had been a toy, finding only pleasure in satisfying my new girlfriend. But my body needed some relief, and she was working hard on providing that to me. It didn't matter anymore that this was happening by being fucked in the ass. It was the only thing that could give me the relief my body needed.

The vibration touched a spot inside me that felt very much like the tickling sensation you feel in your balls, just before you unload. And it took me over the edge. An edge that had been a wall for most of my life, as I was raised to not understand or accept homo sexuality.

In a matter of minutes that wall had been taken down, as my mind and body accepted it was the only way to get any sexual relief. And thus I came.

It was the only word I had for the sensation I was feeling. But when you cum as a man it typically only takes a few seconds as you shoot your load. I was not shooting anything however, as the feeling kept going. My body rocked now, within the limits of movement I had due to the bondage. And I had no control over it anymore.

With my one working sense now completely overloaded, I had no clue how long this lasted. My high went higher than ever before, as I could feel my fingers, my toes and even my nose tingling. And I recalled the numerous times in the past week, when Danica almost begged me to stop fucking her. She could only handle so much.

And that was exactly the situation I was in now. I was being fucked, as a woman. And I was orgasming as a woman. And I could not stop that feeling, like a woman can't pull away once she has reached the point of no return. She could only beg, and in my overloaded mind I knew I could not handle this much longer, so I started begging, just like she had done.

Somehow, the sound of my despair must have reached her, as the vibration suddenly stopped. A relief washed over me as my continuous orgasm came to an end. The tingling of my body stopped, and my heart rate came down. It was the only thing I could sense now, the banging of my heart inside my head, locked in by the hood.

It didn't take long before I could sense other feelings again. Somehow she was still sucking my nipple. And the thing inside me started moving again, and my muscles clamped down on it once more, as my body rocked with it in matching motion.

I compared myself to Danica now, how she never had enough from just one fuck. And thanks to my artificial dick I could give her what she needed. That artificial dick was now inside me and my body prepared for round two. I started moaning like she always did, to urge her to move again. And the dick inside me complied.

It went faster now, and with my nipple stimulation still going on, I could feel my body prepare for another orgasm. No longer did I worry now about being fucked in the ass. I was being fucked and my lover was in control. And I needed her to hurry. I moaned urgently now, and that triggered the vibration again.

This time I was prepared, and I could feel the sensation take me higher. It went all in slow motion it seemed, as every moment was now locked in my memory. The tingling was everywhere again and I recognized it now as a female orgasm. This was so much better than anytime I masturbated, even better than the blow job she'd given me.

But again, the high lasted longer and longer, and I could feel my mind check out. I cried loudly, thinking I was going to pass out, and the vibration stopped again. I had multiple aftershocks now, but at least I didn't pass out, and I could actually enjoy what my body was doing. Did women really have the better part of the deal?

It took a few minutes I guessed, as I anticipated that my hood would be removed, but no such thing. Instead, my hands and feet were being released. Yet, the dick was still inside me, and it started moving again.

Released from my bondage I could feel Danica’s body on top of me, moving with the thing inside me. I put my arms around her now, my hands on her buttocks, like she'd done so many times to me in the past week. As I pulled her into me I could feel her dick move deeper inside me. Somehow it must be attached to her.

I didn't question it, as I finally had gained more control now over what was happening inside me. I would rock my hips up to push her away, then pull her back inside me. And I knew that's how she always had been guiding me to provide the pleasure she needed. I couldn't believe how simple it was, how I could move her exactly so that her tip touched my sensitive spot. Then I would guide her back, and ram her back into it. And I could feel my next orgasm coming again.

This time there was no vibration. But as our bodies moved as one now, I managed the pressure of her dick on my special spot. And suddenly I knew I needed one more push before I would cum again. In a desperate moan I tried to tell her how close I was and that she needed to release her load, and that's exactly what happened.

As I came once more, no vibration this time, I could feel her spray my insides. If I were a woman, this would be where the seed would be launched into my womb, potentially making me pregnant. The sensation was so realistic, that I took incredible comfort from being impregnated. This thought took me higher now, where before the vibration was needed. Yet like before, it couldn't last. When the spray stopped, I knew I needed a serious break now, and I started pushing her off of me, her dick slowly pulling out from me. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time, as I could feel her sperm now running out of me, down my legs.

I still had no other senses, but I pulled on my side, as she spooned me, her dick pushing against my body and her arm around me, resting on my breast. Exhausted, I fell asleep, knowing I was in love.

When I woke up, she was straddling me again, like every morning in the past week. My hood was gone, and my dick inside her pussy, her hands playing with my breasts. She took care of all the motion, as I enjoyed the way she squeezed my nipples. I saw all the signs now of her reaching her pleasure point, and then she came hard, and I felt a sense of purpose in being the person she needs to provide that pleasure.

It wasn't much later, after I had feasted on the fluids leaking from her, that I realized I needed some answers. Somehow she had attached breasts to my chest, yet I could clearly feel it when she touched or sucked my nipples. But before I could ask, she said, “Your turn!”

I saw her grab something from her side of the bed, and seconds later she had strapped a large dick to her crotch. Not as thick as mine, though she had apparently unscrewed it from me, but probably as long. As she laid back, it stood up straight in the air, and she nudged me, “Come baby, try it out. Like you did last night.”

I wasn't really sure what exactly I did the night before, but the meaning was clear. So, I straddled her now, similar to her before, and lined her pole up with my rear, and slowly pushed down. When I felt the tip touching me, it felt cold and wet, and I realized she had put some lube on it.

As I let myself relax and sink deeper on it, the thing entered my body without so much as resistance. I realized I could squeeze my muscles around it, and just like the night before it slowed down the movement, while increasing the friction. The big difference was that I was now in full control.

I didn't realize it, but Danica had pulled my hands on her breasts, and the sensation was thrilling. As I slowly squeezed her nipples, a moan escaped from her throat, and I remembered how she had touched mine. And as in a trance I started doing the things I had seen her doing. My facial expression changed, I knew, as I concentrated on the pure pleasure she had gone through just minutes before.

It was like running up a hill, and I made a deal with God, as I became her, as I felt that dick in my pussy, and my hands leaning on her breasts. In seconds now, I lowered myself completely on her dick, and I started moving up and down on it, feeling my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I managed to find my pleasure spot again, and in precision pumps I started pounding it. Without realizing it, I had moved one hand on my own breast, squeezing my own nipple in parallel. And a moan escaped from my mouth, clearly audible now, as we moaned in unison.

The sensation on my nipple shot to my pussy, and it felt like my pleasure spot was attacked from two sides. And in the complete control I had now, the timing perfect, I realized I was going to cum, like she had. My face contorted now, I heard myself say, “Yes baby!” as my muscles milked her monster, and then I couldn't stand it any longer.

I came hard, and with the enormous pressure I had applied to the dick inside my pussy, I could feel it unload as well, as it sprayed my pussy. I could hear us scream, as the pain in our nipples kept the fire of our pleasure going. Every nerve in our body was involved now, and again I felt this incredible love for her, as I wanted her baby inside me.

And then I could no more. I slumped down, as my body fell on hers, our breasts touching as my tongue found hers. She reciprocated as eagerly as me, and I realized she felt the same love. Her dick resting inside me now, exactly in the right place, I saw my future, and I knew I would never be the same again. She had promised me that she could make me cum, and I had to accept I was a woman to enjoy it to the fullest. I could give, in full control, like I was now, or take, being taken like last night, as I understood the pleasures of a woman now, so much more satisfying as I had ever experienced as a man. And somewhere in the process I had fallen in love.

When I finally started pulling away, I noticed her hands on my back, as she had pulled me into her. Had they been there the whole time? It didn't matter anymore, as we had for a while become one, both working on generating maximum pleasure as we made love. Yes, this was no longer a game we played, using each other as a sex toy. We were partners now, making love between us.

I saw the wonder on her face, as she realized the same thing. And in unison we said, “I love you!”

For a long time neither of us moved, as we held onto each other. But finally I asked her, “How did you know?”

And she explained her awkward sex life, her need for really big dicks. And how she finds men that are okay with the add-on. For two to three weeks they concentrate on her, but getting frustrated not coming themselves. When the fake dick finally comes off, they're gone. Her beauty was not enough.

She realized how selfish she had been all this time, but not until she met me. Knowing that the dick may not come off, she finally understood the depth of her decision on getting that extension on me. And the thought I would perhaps never cum again made her feel guilty. Yet I put her pleasure first every day.

She knew that men could learn to appreciate anal orgasms. But she didn't want me to think she was turning me gay. I had to believe I was a girl who got fucked in her pussy. When she learned about the breast piercings, a breastform that locked itself on a nipple, and then the blood mixed with the glue would bond it to the skin, while the nerves in the nipple were extended to the artificial ones, she knew that would bring me in girl mode.

And with no sense, other than feeling, that is exactly what happened. What she hadn't planned for though, was how she enjoyed the power of a dick herself. She was no longer dependent on a big dick inside her. The piece that locked in her pussy provided enough stimulation that by making me cum, she came with me.

The other unexpected thing was that this new intimacy thing made her fall in love with me. Thus far, men had only existed for her convenience. And the few women she had tried with had not given her satisfaction. But somehow I fit her needs perfectly, needs she didn't even know she had.

When I told her I'd fallen in love with her too, she was thrilled. Another thing she hadn't expected, but it made sense, given the passion we had shared already. She kissed me long and hard, and I melted in her arms. I would do anything for her.

In a way it was simple. She needed a girl like me, and I had already accepted that I was her girl. She named me Jasmin, which was not too far off from James. I had also accepted that she was in control of our sex life. She determined when, where and how. If she needed my dick, she'd screw it on me. But it was clear already that she'd be wearing her dick most of the time, and I had to learn to be ready and clean for her.

In a matter of days I looked like the Jasmin of her dreams, a princess with long black hair and big brown eyes. My nerdy self was gone and replaced by a confident woman in four inch heels. I started taking belly dancing classes, which quickly became a lifestyle. The sensual way my hips and butt moved, simply by walking, made men drool, and women wanting to be Danica. We went out often as a lesbian couple, but once I stepped on the dance floor people would go wild.

It didn't take long before an Arab sheik invited us to his hotel room, and he offered large sums of money for private performances. It was Danica however who set the rules, and any time I took his manhood in my mouth or rear, as part of the performance, she would mount his rear.

As manly as he was, and as massive as his dick was, soon he could only shoot his load, if she filled him up. To the outside world we would act like we were his new harem, but in the bedroom he was as devoted to Danica as I was, and we all enjoyed it tremendously.

I wore three thousand dollar heels and twenty thousand dollar dresses, but my favorite were breast cups, can't really call it a bra, made from solid gold. My diamond nipples, that were a permanent part of me, ever since I got real breasts, would push through the holes and sprinkle in the light, as I belly danced. I wore the matching chastity belt proudly, my new, and real,  pussy only accessible to my lovers, a massive diamond plugging my rear.

My favorite moment was when my old monster dick was screwed on my chastity belt, and I fucked our husband prince Abdul, as he mounted princess Danica. I made him cum multiple times, as he impregnated her, the twin heirs in her womb the ultimate proof of his manliness. If people only knew…