A very messy way to turn back

"Dude, I told you to fuck off. Seriously, want me to scream here?"

"You wouldn't dare to do this!"

"I would. So fuck off or I scream."

"It's about your pill, you can turn back sooner if you "complete" the pill's objective. My uncle told me this."

I saw his face shift into something of an unreadable expression, with me and my several shopping bags slightly tensing up, readying for anything dirty or shady he might do. After all, he was the guy whom pilled me and abused my lack of knowledge about X-Change! I should've researched at the time, but it was a turbulent time and he got away with tricking me once.

He gets closer and I look around, not wanting to exactly get caught talking with him in order to not distress my grandparents and even my mother further. He is less smug and less confident, but no less... Imposing. As a guy, I never saw him as nothing but a jerk, now? I realized why being a woman next to a man you don't feel safe with is dangerous. He felt almost too intimidating.

"Stand your ground. We don't need to talk here. And talk on the way what's the whole "objective" I need to conclude."

"Fine then, babygirl."

"No. Pet. Names."

I don't know why I followed him, but at the time, I just wanted to deal with this soon, and he was being very convincing. I remember he sat down by a bench and I stood up next to him, hearing whatever excuses he threw at me, but I remember vividly what he showed me. The supposed "Party Package" he used on me two days ago.

"You see, there's instructions for turning back here. Yours was... Which pill type?"

"Do I really have to tell?"

"Yeah, I need to identify whatever you're stuck with. My uncle told me its kind of urgent and all, you can only reverse these customs withing 3 days or you got to live through the whole time frame."

"......Passion."

"Passion what? There's 3 subtypes here: Passion Oral, Passion Quota and Passion Breeder. Ooh~! Those are a hell of slutty pills. God damn."

I didn't told him what type it was, and in my worst fears I assumed he thought I had a breeder subtype, which was true... But he still seemed too calm, too... Calculating? I just know his intensity reminded me of how deeply lustful Phil's and Drey's looks were when I showed myself to them for the first time. I unfortunately remember the spark of arousal, conscious and the rational sensation of just wanting to flee.

He got up, looked around, before chatting with me and showing "different methods" of getting the pill to end early. I didn't know at the time, but he was faking all of them. We tried weird exercises, he spent money on me - to seem more legit - in testing some non alcoholic drinks, getting me to ease in and actually believe that Kyle wasn't going to do anything. Well, you know how I am know, so you have at least an idea of how things went.

"No... I can't... Is this the only way?! I-I need to go..."

"And stay like a chick for God knows how long? I heard that your Momma is worried bout her "little boy". Or about how your gran is worried about her grandson being a fairy~"

"Shut your mouth, Kyle! If you came here to humiliate me and try to fuck me, then get gone, pussy! You got me like this in the first place!"

"And I am yet willing to help you, after all, I didn't know what the pills did either."

"....So you just need me to suck you?"

"Not just sucking, Santi. Fucking. I need to unclog my balls deep right withing your love room."

"Urgh! Who talks like that?!"

His words were annoyingly getting to me, I didn't know why! I just found it weird that the way he looked so intense and the clear bulge on his jeans made his words much more intimidating. It was something straight out of a dark romance... Except that I felt no romance and just conflicted at how well he seemed to rile me up. I forgot I was knew to the whole "girl world", and Kyle was a serial player. I didn't at all know what I signed myself for.

I remember how my eyes glued at his bulge and how the single spark of arousal turned into a whole burning sensation in my loins, unquenchable and irritating to the nth degree. At the time, I also did not know. Man, I should've studied this pill better. Anyway, but the increased and more intense feelings came from the passion side of the pill, but the next effect? Came from the breeder one. A second after my eyes locked on to his again, I saw Kyle relax and spread his legs, giving more evidence to his ridiculous growing tent, getting me the aching feeling deep in my womb (As if you could feel that???), a honest twinge of a need to spring forth a baby. The moment I caught myself would be on how I escaped this bizarre situation, but Kyle smirked, he already got me.

I yelped at some random noise at the park we were in. It was night after all, and I found myself unwittingly sitting at the jock's side, watching his smug blonde old school cut bounce as he just mansplained even more by my side. I can't believe I used mainsplaining... Urgh.

"Dick's got your tongue? You haven't even seen my grade A meat. A stands for America, if you don't know, since you are not part of... The freedom club."

"My country has a much better anthem anyways. Just let this fucking done with, I want to be home before 7, that's what I agreed with my grandparents."

"Well, lets fucking get done with it. Buuuut, I am not gonna move an inch."

"What the hell? Why?! Just help me, dude!"

"Got too much work done in the field today, and coach Aarons wants me to rest. Plus I lugged my gang through the mall and even ploughed some mad pussy from a girl from a Burger joint. That shit was mad tight."

"Urgh... Remind me of why I am here..."

"Your friends could help ya... Right? Remind me of why I came here, after I already got laid today? Oh yea. I wanted to make ammends. Stop being a bitch, Santi, or should I say Mari? You're barely 3 days in and you're already like them? I'm being legit on my part, and you could just enjoy this, after all, don't girls have more fun?"

His words weren't convincing on their own, but his surfer bro tone distracted me entirely from his hand circling around my waist and clinching in on the bit of a tummy that I had. I moaned. I vividly remember doing a quiet girlish moan in that moment, it was pathetic? No, well, I at least think not.

His bulge was long, longer than Phillip was and by the looks of it, he wasn't fully hard yet. So with **** and quick shame, I zipped down his jeans, signing my will to some blonde chad-wanna-be and his dickish behavior. I used both hands to fish his dick, somewhat aware that only one of my dainty hands would never fit just around any thicker penis, and when I fished out his meat pole, I was surprised. It was huge.

Kyle's cock was girthy, thicker as a soda can, and he was unfortunately well endowed, bigger than what Phil had, which scared me. Kyle's hand traced under my tube top, finding my sensitive skin and forcing me to arch my back, which in turn got me to grip his member firmer. He was roughly 8 inches give it or take, which was bigger than Phil and his dick did have some symmetry with how mammoth like his balls were: which meant huge and hairy, yuck!

"Well, start your work. You need to get me fully hard and start riding me... You have 15 minutes until 7 PM."

"Already?!"

He looked into his phone, which set me into panic mode hard. I almost considered blowing him, but the moment I stared into his purplish cock head, my insides spoke louder and I truly felt myself wet my newly bought panties. The arousal that was building over me was already clouding my judgement, and I remember vividly on how I just started stroking him.

Up and down my hands went, alternating between a faster looser pace and a firmer rougher one. My eyes were locked on his man meat, and his were eyeing my still enclosed breasts, both of us drooling at each other, but for different reasons entirely. He did spewed out some pre-cum, soaking my hands in it's quantity, I was shocked even.

"Fuck, let me speed this up."

"Hey! I bought this today! Don't tear it!"

I didn't object when he pulled my tube top down with both hands, his eyes bursting wide when he saw my enormous mammaries wide in the night, his hands operating on automatic and settling for my smaller, but all sensitive nipples. I gasped and my thighs quivered, he knew I was too in deep to refuse, and so he took control - leaning his head and not even kissing me. He had already won, I just didn't know yet.

His mouth latched on my nipples, as he simultaneously played with my breasts and changed targets every minute or so, while my grip on him was alternating often on a whim. Clearly his experience won over mine and I barely just trudged along.

"Get the shorts off, bitch. I want to see that ass. I need me some big brazillian bunda!"

"Don't slap me you- Eeek~!"

I did a disservice to my nation, basically reinforcing stereotypes in front of the blonde all American boy. I kind of got more aroused as I thought about that. But without much thought, I vividly remembering lowering the shorts by his side, with me almost laying down on the bench, and giving Kyle the best view of his life. He slapped my ass again, drawing another yelp and cementing his dominance over me, much to my displeasure, my arousal was equally growing in tandem with the ever rational doubt in my mind... What if he was tricking me?

I slid my arousal soaked panties to the side, and shifted over him, straddling his lap. I knew it was kind of over he moment I did this, but when he latched his hands on my hips and brunched his eyebrows, I knew that the second I got up, he would utterly impale me.

And I was right, the moment I got up, the impatient prick thrusted up and nearly got me to topple over him. My hands latched on his shoulders until I found a stable footing, my eyes were **** to lock on to his dismissive grin, clearly thinking I was overreacting.

I then started to go up and down, kind of what I did to Phil on tuesday, but there I at least felt comfortable to explore and move my hips. Now? It was kind of humiliating and demeaning, with Kyle's hand groping and kneading my asscheeks with each rising movement. But I couldn't deny its charm, I was wet and his throbbing cock inside of me made me realize how needy I was.

The good of the passion pill is that it's quite easy to orgasm, since all your five senses are all heightened you get to experience some mind numbing orgasms and some of them actually shut your brain off... That's what I read from the internet. My case? You know already. I can only get to orgasm when I actually get creampied, which is risky and all, why's this a party pill again?!

The feeling of intense burning clammed through me, with my hips going up and down, while Kyle smugly played with my breasts, treating them as if he could breastfeed through them. His teeth knew how much pressure they could apply before I winced. His experience was overwhelming me, to the point he started to shift his hips to thrust up whenever I failed to build a rhythm. It was as punishing as it can get, and quite hot. But everytime I remember this memory, I feel somewhat sick at it.

Then, it hit. One particular thrust had me gasping for air, my tongue lolled out of my mouth the moment I squealed, not caring if anyone saw us. He pulled his mouth from one of my breasts and went for the other, now starting to thrust up, while the fledgling feeling of a possible climax slid through my body.

He caught how **** I looked, and my brain was firing on all cilinders for me to just give up and let him flood my insides, but a deep part of me just revulsed so hard at the idea that my legs actually quivered and I tried getting up, before Kyle held me in place.

"What's the matter, girlie? Can't handle some dick?!"

"K-Kyle! J-just let me rest for a bit.... Urgh~!"

"I know what your subtype is now..."

"W-what do you mean~?"

"It's a breeder. Which means you need a nice deep pie of cream resting inside of your baby chamber."

"S-stop talking like a moron! J-Just let me rest!"

"C'mon! We have only 3 minutes left 'till 7 and I am getting close. Just let me give you a baby shower, bonita. I can make you feel so increíble."

"T-that's spanish! A-and no! This pill can make me get stuck as a chick!"

"In my humble opinion, you're better off stuck as this goddess than your pipsqueak size, no offense dude. Well, no offense, puta."

I wanted to kind of swear back at him, but the jock just lifted me up and started fucking me while we stood over the bench, effectively locking me in his arms when he held me close. He saw how he short circuited my brain, forcing my tongue to continue lolling out and drool to soon start dripping out of my mouth. It was quite the frustrating feeling of feeling myself get close to the edge but never cross it.

The clapping sounds were loud and clear, everybody could see us, but luckily or unluckily, it was just me and him out in the night. I kind of loved the mood, the fucking and everything about this. Except for the fact that it was the resident meathead Kyle, the single guy that put me in this situation. The jerk, the serial playboy and the guy that by the age of 18 probably had one or two girls impregnated before me.... What? The rumours at school were likely valid! He was loaded as well, I am certain he didn't mind one or two girls more chipping away at his inheritance.

"Urgh. I'm close, bitch. Tell me where you want it?! Tell me you need me to fill you up! Tell me you fucking foreign students are the best sluts! Tell me, Mari! TELL ME!"

I was in a crosshairs about that, feeling in myself shudder and get another possible climax ruined with how his tip just **** itself into turning my cervix into a button, pressing against it at each thrust. I was in half mind accepting the inevitable load, but my persona refused, clinging to a sense of my former self I could never fully return to. Not after fucking two guys.