A Detour With Wetdream

With an annoyed huff that blew a lock of her preternaturally shiny, silky black hair over one shoulder, Raven reached up again to impatiently knock on the door.

“Just one, urgh, minute!” Was Jefferey's response, as it had been for the past five, ten, fifteen minutes.

“At this rate, the party’s going to be over by the time your dumb ass gets off the toilet!” Raven called out. Her hands roved up the material of the black, cleavage-boosting corset that had spontaneously formed over her torso twenty minutes ago, only partially hating the feel of her newly-bulbous globes filling out the material, before balling her fists next to her black leather skirt abbreviated to mid-thigh to heavily hint at the pale half-moons of her rounded ass cheeks. “If you keep yanking on it, it’s gonna fuckin’ fall off!”

Raven started as the door finally open, then gasped with a growing flush as she finally saw her boyfriend’s new tool in all of its bulging, veiny glory. “Then do you think you could, y’know,” he said with a helpless, flushed smile, managing to be coy even as a subtle rock of his hips sent his length waving side to side, “help me out?”

One day ago, Raven would have taken his offer, and his dick, and probably beaten him to **** with both. But the Raven of Today was on her knees almost before the grunt of affirmation was out of her mouth, her eyes too glazed and her mouth too wet with saliva to provide a proper response. Her darkly-painted lips, plump inky pillows that would never lose color, wrapped around Jefferey’s meaty head and flexed, her tongue flicking out to embrace his slit with her silver stud.

She found his hiss of approval incredibly gratifying, almost humiliatingly so, and she was brought back to the strength of will it had required not to fuck like rabbits the moment this strange transformation had washed over them. The how was the easiest part to figure out; even now, over Jeff’s right shoulder, a speaker sat ready to declare anything else the universe’s new god thought might be interesting. The why, though, remained to be seen, and Raven had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the party they’d received invitations to just minutes before the transformations hit. “Jeez, Rae, you’re so good at this… Makes me wonder why you never did it before…” Raven couldn’t come up with a good answer for him, not least because his dick was halfway down her throat, but also because the flood of hormones drowning her senses wouldn’t let her remember a time when this wasn’t something good, right, and hot as fuck.

Raven nevertheless came back up for air and attempted to scowl, instead irritatingly forming her lips into a pout that only served to make the dick in front of her twitch in anticipation. “Maybe so, but I still wish you’d just cum already, you big—WHOA!” Raven practically had to brace herself against the ground to withstand the torrent of spunk that shot out of her boyfriend’s tool, raising her hands to shield her face a moment too late to prevent yet another thick layer of make-up from decorating her features—the kind, she hoped beyond hope, that would actually come off.

“S-sorry Rae, I don’t know where that came from.” Jefferey said through a series of pants, the light flush and dopey smile on his face implying that he really wasn’t all that sorry after all.

“Whatever. I wish I was all cleaned up.” When nothing happened, Raven threw her gaze up heavenward in frustration, the motion familiar to her even if the new target was not. “Fuck. Move out of the way, now I have to get ready. Again.”

“Heh. Maybe our new god Jason is trying to teach you some humility, and about not taking things for gran—” Raven took solace in how much gratification she still got from slamming the door in his face.

The good news was, they definitely weren’t alone, and Raven wouldn’t have even minded all the competition if Jefferey could just bring himself to stop staring.

“Do you think this means we can drink now?” Jefferey wondered aloud, as they and a horde of other students were funneled in by their collective bodymass toward the gym’s exterior double doors. “I’d kind of like to know what it’s like to get nice and wasted. Do you think Jason would let us do that?”

“After what he did for piercings, who the fuck knows.” Raven said, grunting in mild discomfort as her over-sensitive tit flattened against another student’s muscled back. “Just make sure you wish carefully, so we don’t all turn into shot glasses, or some shit like that.”

“Don’t be silly! That’s not how Jason works at all!” came a piercing, melodic voice above the din.

Raven and Jefferey turned as one, and were both instantly transfixed by the pornographic beauty before them. Raven’s eyes widened, suddenly feeling that her own hefty pale contours and bouncing flesh couldn’t hold a candle to the concentrated beacon of sex that someone had somehow poured into a bodycon dress as though pressing silver into a mold. Raven found herself having to swallow back a surge of inexplicable arousal, and elbow Jeffery in irritation once she caught him staring longer than she had. “Oh yeah? And how would you know?” Raven asked, her authoritative tone cracked in the middle by a traitorous note of attraction.

“How do you think you’re all so totally sexy?” asked the girl as the trio came to a stop, whose nametag—in a somewhat infuriatingly on-the-nose fashion—simply read “Wetdream”, while clasping her hands behind her ridiculously wide hips and gently turning from side-to-side, turning her body into a cavalcade of jiggling that slowed the incoming path traffic by up to 200%. “I just wished for it, and it super happened!”

“You made this happen?” Jefferey asked from beside her, and Raven found herself proud of the healthy note of skepticism in his voice.

“Well, with a little help from Mr. Bill, but yep! Mostly all me!” Her heavily-tanned features somehow alighted into a blush, averting her eyes as she took their staring for another meaning. “You’re totally welcome, and everything, I just wanted you all to have a good time! Take it from me, everything’s more fun when you’re sexy~”

Raven scoffed, rolling her eyes. Whether or not what the airhead had to say was true, she wasn’t about to spend the night hanging with someone twice the competition at half the vocabulary. “Well, thanks, really, but we really need to be heading into—”

“H-hey, you want to, y’know, hang with us? Tonight?” Jefferey chimed in, his “tail” practically wagging like a happy, horny puppy.

“Like, sure!" The girl instantly responded, before Raven could get to objecting or correcting. "I’m always happy to make new friends. My name’s Wetdream, by the way.”

“Yeah, we got that.” Raven intoned, her bite marred somewhat by her boyfriend’s bark. “I’m Raven, and this is Jeff.” Then, defensively, as though her words could somehow put a collar around his neck as well: “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Pleased to meet you guys! Ohhh, we’re going to have so much fun tonight! Group photo!”

Throwing her arms around their shoulders before Raven could protest (but not before Jeff could say absolutely nothing in protest), Wetdream had her phone out and was already in the process of taking a selfie with them while Raven gathered a retort.

“Say, ‘I wish we would orgasm at cheese!’ Cheeeeese!”

Raven’s eyes widened a millisecond before her hips bucked, sending her slight skirt flapping upward and exposing her slighter black leather thong to the world, again and again, as it became soaked through with her juices. She came down a moment later, panting and bedraggled, trying not to think about the dripping going down the leg in Jefferey’s direction.

Yeah, tonight’s going to be a blast…