"Are you sure you want to hypnotize everyone for the bachelorette party?"

"Why not?  They'll love it.  What you did last weekend was absolutely amazing and everyone wants to try it.  It is all just fantasy in our heads, so what's the harm?  I can't think of a more fun and erotic way to spend an evening."

"You do know I'm hosting the bachelor's party that same night?"

"We know and we're all okay with including the guys in on the fantasy.  Maybe they can give you some ideas to try.  I mean, I have to believe it would make a cool bachelor party game giving us suggestions for our hypno-fantasy experience.  It seems a win win to me."

David wasn't about to admit the hypno fantasy was more real that Christina knew.  He didn't want to kill that golden goose quite yet, or have to face explaining how any of the things they did were really possible.

"So what do you want to try while hypnotized?"

"They all want to the same thing you tried on my last weekend.  I thought it was amazing.  I'd love to try it again.  We can then play it by ear."


And that is how David found the bachelorette party at his door the following Saturday night.  It was a small party of four girls, Lara, the bride to be, Christina, Petra, and Denise.  David knew the party was supposed to be more, but he expected some girls didn't want to go through with it.

"OK, the guys won't be here for another hour.  Before I get started, do you all agree to be hypnotized and do you all agree on what will happen?"

Lara talked for the group, "Yep, we've all talked it over and we want what you did to Christina and even more.  It is my night after all, and I'm all in.  I want this to be a night to remember."

"Well, memory can be a funny thing around hypnosis."  

"Can you make it so we remember everything?"

"Sure."

Christina asked, "Can you make us a tiny bit more aware than I was last weekend?  I'd like to remember who I was, rather than just being an object.  I think that will be more fun with people we know involved."

"I can do that too."

"And can you throw in some debauchery," giggled Petra.

"Yes, lots of debauchery," stated Denise.

"I don't think that will be a problem."


Bryce, the groom, arrived with several of his friends and found four pocket pussies spread out across the dining room table.  Bryce was shocked by this.  Not because of the magic that made it possible, since he and most of the guys had seen David's magic in action many times during college.  There was a reason he was the most popular guy at frat parties.  No, Bryce was shocked that Lara would allow herself to be turned into an object to be used this way.

Which one was she?  He didn't know and he honestly couldn't tell.  A few joked there was only one way for him to find out, but Bryce thought it better that he didn't know.  If the night went as he expected, he probably wanted to know as little as possible.


Once all the guys were at the party, David banged a knife against a beer bottle to get their attention.

"As you know, these are four live women on the table.  They are willingly hypnotized into this form and they believe this form to be purely natural.  In fact, any form they take will feel 100% natural to them.  Their request was for you to use them to their fullest tonight.  I believe the request was for pure debauchery, so don't hold back.  To make that easier, they will believe whomever is using them to be their owner with their entire body and soul.  If you are holding one, you are both genie and master, as they will follow their owner's commands without hesitation."

With that, he picked up a random pocket pussy off from the table and slipped the mouth over the top of his beer bottle.  Hormones and murmurs spiked in the room as the live pocket pussy grasped the bottle and pulled itself down to the base, visibly squeezing the bottle in a perfect rhythm.

David passed the bottle by the neck to Ryan.

"Here, why don't you kick off the activities.  This one can be yours."

"What do I do?"

"Just give it a command.  Say `you are` or `you will`…  whatever your wish may be.  While she is near you, she is your toy and you are her owner."


Petra felt the bottle change hands and with it her entire world focused on Ryan.  Yes, the bottle was nice and she still actively squeeing it but it was Ryan who she really wanted to please.  Only he could satisfy her hunger.  Assuming there was a way to satisfy it at all.


"You are orgasming," Ryan commanded.  The bottle immediately started shaking under the pulsations of the pussy wrapped around it.  Everyone watched in wonderment as the bottle slowly shook itself across the table, leaving a line of wet residue behind it.  Only when it was on the verge of falling off the table did Ryan pick it up to study it.

Although it seemed obvious, Ryan asked, "What is it doing?"

"It is orgasming, as you commanded."

"Will it stop?"

"Only if you command it," replied David.

Against protests from the group, Ryan commanded, "You are not orgasming."  The bottle stopped shaking in his hands, and the slow and steady squeezing resumed.

The guys started chattering about how awesome that was as Ryan slipped the pocket pussy off from the bottle and inspected each end.  It was real and alive.  Obviously so.  The flesh was hot and soft in his hands.  It seemed to purr as he held it.

"You are made of glass," Ryan said.

The change was so sudden that Ryan almost dropped it.  Its weight increased five fold, as it went solid and cold in his hands.  The pussy lips now appeared to be carved and finely etched out of clear glass.  He could see a smooth tunnel running to the other end of the crystal clear toy.

"Um, what if I had dropped it just then?" asked Ryan.

"It would have shattered into thousands of pieces," replied David.  "I wouldn't recommend it, as it makes a helluva mess.  Try to be more careful."

"But would she have been okay?"

"Oh, yes.  She would have been a broken glass pussy for sure.  But we'd transform her back into a single piece woman.  Well, unless you had other kinks in mind."

With that response, Ryan got a gleam in his eyes and for the first time he felt really in command.  


For her part, Petra had reluctantly been pulled from the bottle with a loud sucking sound.  She felt so empty and hungry without it, but her owner was holding her so everything was alright.  She slowly pulsated waiting for her owner to use her.  And then, she couldn't move at all.  Everything was so – solid.  Her surface was as sensitive as ever, but it existed only to be touched.  There was nothing she could do to respond.  And she felt so cold outside of her owner's touch.  His touch was the only heat in her universe.

And then, the universe caught fire gain as her owner commanded her to be flesh and blood.  This form felt familiar, but it only lasted a second before her owner commanded, "Your mouth and pussy will remain, but your body is split into two breasts.  Your mouth will be on the back of one breast and your pussy will be on the back of the other.  Each breast will be topped by a large, sensitive nipple that will force you to orgasm whenever it is squeezed."

Petra sensed she was now in two pieces.  Two pieces to be moved and used independently by her owner.  Any touch on either boob sent sparks of pleasure through her single pussy.  And when her owner squeezed a nipple on either, both pieces of her shook violently in his hands.


Ryan carried his party prizes away, seeking a quieter place in the house to use them.  Several men jumped across the table to grab one of the remaining three, and they immediately started commanding wishes as they carried them away.

It was total debauchery.  

David made sure the party prizes were passed around and were well used by everyone.  Well, everyone but Bryce.  He seemed kinda distant and disinterested, only perking up when the stripper had showed up.  That seemed to get Bryce going a bit, and he had obviously taken a liking to her, pouring her drinks and generally chatting the night way.

Bryce had in fact avoided the toys at his party.  He didn't want to use any and have Lara be upset that he preferred one or another to her and he was still coming to terms with what Lara had done to herself.

But as the booze flowed and the stripper stripped, Bryce started to come more to terms with it.  It was Lara's bachelorette party after all, just like it was HIS bachelor's party.  They were allowed one last night of freedom.

And by his estimation, with 16 males in the house, Lara had probably been fucked 8 times already.  In all likelihood, she was being fucked at this moment.  What was he to do?  This was his rationale for making out with Felicia, who had been so expertly seducing him since her strip tease an hour earlier.  He was beyond drunk and horny at this point, which made it easy to slip away when she suggested they find the guest bedroom.


David made one last round as the party died down.  Most guys had passed out at various locations around the house.  David didn't really care, but he wanted to make sure the girls were still okay and still having a good time.   He found one breast impaled on the bannister to the stairs.  It shook violently as he pulled it off the banister.  Hmm, it must be orgasming.  But where was the other breast?

He eventually found it hanging from the light fixture over the poker table.  Someone had clamped a kitchen clip onto the nipple and hung it from the light.  This continually gave its nipple a tremendous squeeze, resulting in an equally tremendous orgasm.  He unclipped the nipple and continued his search for the others.

David found the remaining girls, if you could call them that, on the couch in the living room.  Someone had transformed one into a double headed dick, thick in the middle with a head on each end, each being milked by one of the pocket pussies.  David shook his head in amusement.  That seemed like exactly the type of debauchery they had requested, so he was going to leave them like that.

And it give him an idea for the breasts he was carrying.  He placed them on the dining room table and spoke to them.  "Your breast with a mouth is now a cock with a suction cup on its base.  You are endlessly horny.  Until I tell you to stop, your pleasure builds continuously for 10 minutes, at which time you will orgasm for 2 minutes.  After those 2 minutes, your pleasure will again build for 10 minutes until you orgasm again for 2 minutes.  This will repeat endlessly until I tell you to stop.

David picked up the cock and stuck the suction cup to the table, so it was solidly anchored.  He then impaled the pussy over it, pushing it down until the cock distended the soft top of the breast.  The breast pulsed slightly as it squeezed its mate and then started waving back and forth as its mate pulsed with building auto-erotic desire.

And with that, David called it a night and went to bed.


EPILOGUE:

Bryce hurried out of the guest bedroom, looking for something.  He hadn't planned on having sex tonight, so he was caught unprepared.  He saw what he wanted on the couch.  He found the double headed cock with a pocket pussy milking each end, pulled off one of the pocket pussies, and carried it back to the bedroom.

On his way, he whispered, "You are a latex condom."

Lara's body transformed instantly upon hearing the command from her new owner.  This owner made her heart sing.  She remembered this owner.  It was her fiancé.  She so wanted to please this owner.  To be used as the condom she was made to be.

She soon got her wish as she felt her owner's hard shaft push into her head, stretching her until she was transparent and almost bursting, before rolling her body down its massive length.  Lara hugged the shaft tightly, totally enveloping its girth and totally subservient to its whims and direction.

Its direction was Felicia's pussy and soon Lara was completely enveloped by it.  She felt the smooth and slick surface slide all around her.  She sensed the heat of being between two bodies.  She felt bliss for being used like a condom is made to be used.  But a condom's main job was yet to be done.

That came when she felt her owner's shaft spasm and her head was filled with his hot cum.  This happened again and again and again, stretching her head until she felt it would burst with just one more spasm.  But the spasms stopped and then it was very warm and still for a period.  Then it suddenly got very cold, and it got colder still when she was pushed off her owner's shaft.  Her owner stretched her, tied a knot at one end, reached over the side of the bed, and then just let go.

Lara's world was suspended in mid air for a second before she was in free fall.  Led by the giant wad of cum in one end, the condom hit the floor with a splat.  Lara longed for her fiancé to pick her up and use her some more, but she knew a condom is only used once.  What more use did she have now?


Felicia gathered her clothes from around the bed and quietly got dressed.  Bryce was already snoring.  "Typical guy," she thought.  As she looked for one of her heels, she stepped on something cold and squishy on the floor.  As she picked it up, she muttered, "Gross!"  Yep, typical guy.  Still, he was quite the hunk.  It wasn't often she met guys like him.  It was really too bad he was getting married.  "The woman he is marrying must be really lucky," she thought, as she dropped the condom into the trash on her way out.