It's the smart thing to do

The footsteps get closer and I can tell that it's Ami out there. I could probably fight her off for the pill but why take the chance? I uncork the bottle, drop the pill into my hand then slam it back. I almost **** on it as I'm not used to dry-swallowing a pill but the situation doesn't exactly allow me the time to get a glass of water. It takes two more tries before I finally get it down and a wave of relief washes over me. Ami seems to have walked past so I fall back on the bed and try to calm myself, waiting for the transformation to begin. And slowly I start to feel my body tingle all over. Any second now and this will all be over. It's a shame that this experience had to be ruined by Ami and Uri but that's done now. The sensation spreads all over, heating my limbs, though there's a particular focus around my tits and my crotch. Soon I'll feel myself grow back out into my male form, my hair will shorten, my muscle will come back, my penis will return, and I can leave this place. Soon... Really soon...

But the changes didn't start. The heat around my body kept intensifying and I grew hotter and hotter. I went to reach for my breast but the second I made contact it was like a punch as my whole body jolted from the sensation. When I finally steadied myself the heat was still there, but it wasn't just temperature, it was desire. A **** need was enveloping my whole self and that tiny jolt was only the first. I wanted this. I needed it. My whole body was on fire and there was only one part that was wet, the answer to my problem calling out. I reached one hand back to my chest and the other further down with both finding their targets simultaneously. The shock was even more intense this time but I didn't let myself be thrown and kept my hands in place. They had started shaking from the pleasure rippling all over creating a feedback loop of ecstasy. I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my nipple causing me to arch my back and cry out in joy. But as I pushed up off the bed my fingers were **** down and entered my needy hole eliciting yet another moan to escape my lips. As they slowly slide in my eyes rolled back and my breath became a heavy pant as my pussy clenched and squeezed trying desperately to draw in this most welcome guest. It's like I can feel each individual wave pulsing from inside with every heartbeat, pulsing, throbbing, spreading, and altogether turning me into a sweaty mess. I slip another finger inside and piston them back and forth as my other hand switches between my tits giving both equal attention. My tongue is hanging out of my mouth as I gasp for air between moans, forgetting to even breathe as the bliss cascades over me. Lying on my back with my leads spread wide fingering myself and playing with my tits. If anyone were to walk in it would be a sight to see. But I don't care right now. Right now all I care about is this incredible feeling that I have no intention to stop. But even in this heightened state, I can feel something building inside. With every touch it's getting closer, every jab and thrust brings it within my grasp. It rises and expands until there is no containing it. The dams burst and every nerve lights up as my body spasms, my muscles contract and tighten, as I am sent into the most mind-bending orgasm of my life. My vision goes dark and all I see are stars as my convulsing hand buried inside me stretched out this journey on cloud 9. After I don't know how long the room around me seems to slowly reappear as my soaked hand is laid beside me, a sweaty, naked spectacle lying on the bed.

But this feeling, this burning desire doesn't subside. If anything it's even worse now. I haven't quenched the fire, only stoked it. With shaky limbs I move around on the bed, getting onto all fours before reaching under to put my hand back where it is needed. The sudden resurgence of pleasure causes my other arm to give way as I fall forward and pin it beneath my body. No longer on all fours, I'm not face down, ass up with two fingers pumping away at my pussy, the sound of muffled moans filling the room. It's like electric shocks as my thumb grazes my clit as I'm wiggling my digits around inside me, my pussy juice coating my hand and dripping down onto the bed creating a visible wet spot. I even start pushing my hips backward in an effort to get my fingers further in but it makes little difference. The main difference to last time is that while I can feel the desire like a ball of hot lead within me I can't quite reach the edge. It's like I'm being blocked and not even my other arm falling asleep is taking away my focus. Faster, slower, twisting, hooking, I even add a third finger which does help a small amount but I still feel so far away from my goal. God, it would be so embarrassing if someone walked in right now, me fiddling myself, pussy on full display, but with another orgasm both so close yet so far away I don't care in the least. Then, as I'm tossing my head from side to side in frustration it catches my eye. Sticking out of a drawer in the bedside table seems to be the answer to my prayers. A dildo. I try to move my hand to grab it but it seems fixed in place, not even willing to take a second away from pleasuring myself to reach out for a solution. I manage to shimmy my other arm from underneath me, and while I still have no feeling in it after a few attempts I have this 7-inch piece of plastic in my grasp. At this point, the hand I still have feeling in is starting to hurt, the strain from my constant movement is causing it to cramp, stiffen, and worse of all, slow down.

My hand finally falls away as if my mind knows that I have an alternate solution about to come its way. Have you ever tried to move your arm while it's asleep? I'll tell you this, there is definitely a loss of fine motor control. But when the tip of the dildo finally makes contact with the entrance to my pussy I let out a gasp. I think to take a second to prepare myself but once again I seem to not be in control of my limbs as I feel it slide forward. The penetration makes me bury my face in a pillow as I release a continuous moan as it stretches me inch after inch until I finally feel its base with my numb fingers wrapped around it. It seems to stay like this for a long time, my pussy clenching around it, accommodating the foreign invader. It's as if I have no authority over my hand as the dildo begins to move in and out building up until the squelching sounds emanating from my pussy ring out for anyone to hear. As it pistons away my vision is in darkness from being covered by the pillow. And in that darkness, a thought sneaks into my mind, an image that I had seen not long ago and for longer than I would have even thought.

In my mind's eye, Uri is standing before me, his hard cock pointing right at my face. Every inch and vein is rendered in my imagination with stunning detail. It's like an out-of-body experience as I see myself in my current position, ass up, empty, and waiting. He walks around from in front of me and with that beast between his legs he enters the hole I've so willingly presented for him. And with the feeling in my arm yet to return, it only magnifies the feeling that someone else is pounding away. My daydream has him with one hand on my hips with another on my back, holding me down on the bed as he hammers away. And while the only feeling I have is the dildo, smaller and skinnier than his, it's enough. The fantasy fuels me as I imagine him pulling my hair, smacking my ass, his balls swinging up and slapping against my clit as he fucks me hard from behind. I finally feel the pleasure building up again, but also a tingling as my arm begins to regain feeling. I increase the tempo, trying desperately to reach the conclusion before the illusion is shattered. My lust-filled invention doubles down, grasping his strong hands around my waist, almost reaching all the way around as he pushes vigorously, getting close to his own climax. Short moans of increasing volume escape me as the burning core grows and swirls inside me until with a final thrust buries to the hilt all the way inside me sending me tumbling over the edge into yet another star-seeing orgasm squeezing down like a vice on the toy inside me as my whole body trembles with ecstasy.

Once more I find myself regaining my sight, or maybe I just moved my head off the pillow, but either way, I am back where I started. The dildo makes an audible pop as I remove it from myself with a final whimper. I don't know what compels me to but I bring it up it kisses the tip as if thanking it for what it gave me. The combination of the plastic with my own juices creates a not unpleasant taste, but as I am now satisfied my reason starts to reemerge. What the hell just happened? Why didn't I change back? And then the shame of my most recent fantasy hits me all at once. God, no. Why did I have to imagine Uri? Why not anyone else? Why not no one? I've got to get some answers, and I won't find them while I'm naked in a room that stinks of sex.