Lara awoke with a spasm. An involuntary spasm that clenched her whole body, or what there was of it. She still felt horny, hungry even. And that hunger extended through her entire body.

She tried to remember what had happened before she slept. David and Bryce were pounding her delightfully, she remembered that much. She could go for more of that right now. But focus first, what had happened? She had won a bet. They had failed to make any change to her and she had won. She had always been a limbless fuck toy and try as they might, they had failed to change that.

But what was she now? She was definitely less than she was. When you spend your entire life as a limbless torso, you become very acquainted with how it feels and this wasn't it. Had they managed to change her after all?

All she could feel was her pussy. It was like her entire body was pussy. She couldn't feel anything outside of that, but rather than feelings being located in a certain area of her body, her pussy was her body and her body was her pussy. There was no other way to describe it.

And since her mind literally felt like it was in her pussy, she was incredibly horny. She squeezed her pussy muscles in an effort to communicate, but there was no response. Just a building heat as she felt vaginal fluid start to wet her lips, making them moist.

Then she felt a finger run up those lips and her entire body clenched in pleasure. Those fingers were so huge compared to her body. Her body's surface being easily traversed by that sensual stroke. But while her surface was small, just a slit with puffy lips, the hunger and heat came from much deeper. She felt depths longing to be filled.

Then those fingers rubbed the top of her lips, spreading them open and rubbing the clit nestled in there, causing her depths to flare with heat, pleasure, and desire.

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Christina couldn't help but moan as she brushed her fingers across her new clit. "This feels absolutely amazing!", she moaned. She had come home to find her boyfriend, David, and his best friend, Bryce, screwing what she could only guess was Lara. Some demented and slutty version of Lara.

She had reacted reflexively to the threesome. Commanding them all to "Freeze!" and to her surprise, they did. David had told her it was impossible to get someone deeply under hypnosis without hypnotizing yourself a bit in the process, and apparently it was true. As their orgy came to a frozen halt, Christina's hatred flared as she impulsively took revenge.

If Lara wanted to be fucked so badly, Christina might as well get some enjoyment out of it. Lara was commanded to be Christina's pussy and in a few short seconds, Lara had vanished and Christina felt the woman's arousal and heat spreading between her legs.

And if David wanted to fuck Lara so badly, Christina might as well get some enjoyment out of that too. She hefted the penis shaft from the bed, whispering to it, "Harder. Larger. Harder. Larger." She watched as the shaft's width doubled from 1.5 to 3 inches. She had always said he thought with his dick and now he did! She could feel him throbbing. His hardness must be driving him mad, she thought.

As for Bryce, Christina always thought he was a bit of an asshole. So now he was. He and Lara could reside side by side inside her panties, though she doubted either would realize the other was so close. Oh well, their loss. Maybe he'd get some playtime too if she was really adventurous.

Christina felt her pussy squeeze with desire, which snapped her back to the present. She raised the throbbing shaft up and licked David's tip while still whispering "Harder. Larger." over and over. He was so ready he was almost vibrating. She giggled at the idea.

It was time to break this new pussy in. She lowered the shaft and teased her labia with the head, reveling in the feelings flooding her mind. This new pussy was incredibly horny. So slutty. Her pussy was never this sensitive, this turned on. She barely had the control to take it slow.

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Lara's entire body shivered with excitement as the head of David's cock teased her lips. Her body swelled out, filling with blood, arousal, and heat. She could feel her slit and depths fill with wetness, becoming moist and slick and so warm, so much heat. She wanted to suck that cock into her, but all she could do was drool fluid and wish it would impale her soon.

Her entire body instinctively made slow sucking clenches, trying to will the head inside. When it started to push in, oh my god was it huge. It stretched her out in every direction, impaling her down the middle and making her feel like she was going to be split in half. It pushed deep before being pulled back and then pushed deeper still. On each retreat, Lara would squeeze her body tight around the shaft, trying with all her might to hold it in. To pull him in deeper. When at his deepest, she felt so stretched, so full, and so much pleasure that her mind melted away and she was instinctively the pussy she was meant to be.

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Christina's hips bucked as the pussy between her legs seemed to have a mind of its own. What a ride! She screamed out as wave after wave of orgasm flowed out in a never ending cycle. This pussy squirted fluid onto her hands and drowned her in pleasure she'd never felt before, eventually only stopping when her hand muscles gave out and could no longer stroke the shaft into her.

Wow. That was intense. But she somehow felt even hornier than when she started. How could that be? She'd had enough orgasms to satiate ten women, but her pussy was hungrier than before. Somehow, Lara, her pussy, was getting hornier and hornier and those feelings were flooding Christina's mind with desire. Christina was at the mercy of Lara's desires and those desires only seemed to be compounding with every passing moment.

Like most damsel's in distress, she realized what was happening too late. David must have given Lara a self reinforcing suggestion. A suggestion that went in a loop, a death spiral of pleasure. Probably something like, "The hornier you feel, the more sex you desire. And the more sex you desire, the hornier you feel." There was no escaping such a suggestion when it took hold. It was desire all the way down.

She tried commanding her pussy to be satisfied, but her pussy was part of her and it was no better than talking to herself. She'd need David to reverse the changes. Only he could undo Lara being her pussy and her ever escalating desires. But did she want to give him that satisfaction? She wanted to punish David, not reward him by seeing her turned into a pleading sex nymph!

She had to decide quickly before the desire to fuck became overpowering. Once that happened, she wasn't sure when she'd come up for air again. The need, desire and runaway hormones from her new pussy made up her mind for her. If she was going down, David was going down with her. He started this and he would see it through to the end with her.

She lifted the slick, wet shaft up to her lips and sexily breathed, "Your body are condoms. Individually wrapped and packaged, shaped and lubed to bring me maximum pleasure."

"Done," she thought, as she "dropped the mic" on the bed and David started to transform.

She threw on a little black dress and some flats. She'd need the flats. There were frat houses a couple blocks over and she'd need to run the entire way to keep from fucking anyone before she got there. Once there, she could crash party after party and soak up her fill. She'd make David's threesome look like a poetry reading.

She grab David as she ran out the door. "36 ribbed and twisted latex condoms," she read. As she broke into a sprint, she sure hoped that would be enough.