“Um…”

“… yes!” Harriet’s voice was a **** whine, her hands clawing at the bed sheets. She couldn’t think straight. She wanted to be taken so badly that the offer was attractive. To be their pet… it made her wet.

Rachel leaned down, her breath hot against Harriet's ear. "You're going to take this like the good little slut you are," she whispered, "and maybe, just maybe, if you're a very good girl, I'll help you find the cum that you're looking for." She gripped Harriet’s clit between thumb and forefinger. “Is this all that’s left of your cock bitch?”

The sensation was too much, and Harriet arched her back, her pussy clenching around the plastic invader. Rachel began to thrust, her movements slow and deliberate. Each stroke was a mix of pleasure and pain, the kind that made Harriet's toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. She was so close, so very close to cumming, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. She needed the real thing.

“Do you want real cock Harriet? I think we have some blue x-change pills in our toy chest. Janet, get that pill…” Rachel chuckled darkly, enjoying the power she held over the once-powerful Harry. "Then you'll get what you deserve, slut," she murmured ominously, her own arousal growing with each thrust.

Janet watched for a moment from the doorway, excited to see her former husband begging to be fucked. Rachel's dominance was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as she watched her girlfriend take control. She nodded in agreement. “Yes. I’ll get that special blue pill… just like we planned for Harry…”

"Oh god yes !" Harriet gasped oblivious to Janet.

Rachel leaned in closer, her teeth grazing Harriet's ear. "You want it, don't you? You want to be our little slut forever. Mm, such a good girl," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with lust.

Janet went to the chest of drawers and took out a little baggy with a single custom blue pill. It was the partner to the one Harriet had taken. She popped the pill and started to turn into a man.

Rachel’s rhythm grew faster, her strokes more urgent, as she watched Janet’s body begin to shift and change before her eyes. The soft curves of Janet’s body grew more angular, her breasts flattening and her waist thickening. Harriet’s mind reeled with confusion and fear as she stared at the transformation happening right in front of her. Rachel’s faux cock remained buried in her, driving her closer and closer to the edge she craved, yet the sight of Janet becoming a man was amping her arousal.

Rachel’s thrusts grew more powerful, Harriet’s breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Janet's transformation. Rachel’s grin grew wider as she watched the changes unfold. Harriet’s mind raced with the implications. Now that he was a man could Janet’s cum be the key to reversing the serum’s effects?

“Beg for it, Harry. Beg for Janet’s cock to fuck you like the slut you are!” Rachel taunted, her own arousal evident in her harsh breathing. Harriet felt a mix of anticipation and excitement. Her body was betraying her, her pussy clenching around the strap-on with each word Rachel spoke.

“P-please, Janet, I need it. I need your cum inside me. Make me whole again!” Harriet whimpered, her voice barely recognizable. Janet, now with a fully formed cock, stepped closer to the bed. Rachel pulled out, leaving Harriet's pussy gaping and wet.

“No. She’s going to blow me. Aren’t you Harry? You want my cum, right?” Janet asked.