Marital Aids

You were sitting in your usual spot at the café, sipping on your morning coffee, when Joe joined you, a mischievous grin on his face. He always seemed to have some juicy gossip or insider knowledge about the Martian invaders.

"Hey, man," Joe greeted, sliding into the seat across from you. "You won't believe the new trick those Martians have up their sleeves."

"Oh yeah? What now? I thought we knew all their tricks by now," you replied, curious despite yourself.

"This one's wild. They've got this device, advertised as a marital aid, but it's more like a trap." Joe leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, it looks like a typical dildo, but it's meant for the woman to use during sex. The catch is, when she uses it, the guy starts feeling everything she feels."

Your eyebrows shot up. "That's... different. So, like, a virtual reality kind of thing?"

Joe shook his head. "No, it's way weirder. The guy literally experiences the pleasure she gets from the dildo. Feels good for her? Feels good for him too. And here's the kicker, with each orgasm she has, he loses a little bit of his manhood."

You almost choked on your coffee. "What? That's insane! Why would anyone use that?"

"Exactly what I thought, my friend. But apparently, it's flying off the shelves. Women are loving the power it gives them, and some guys are into the whole submissive thing, I guess."

"So, it's like a slow transformation into a..." You trailed off, the thought too bizarre to voice out loud.

"Yep. A man's worst nightmare, or maybe his secret fantasy," Joe said with a chuckle. "Just think, every orgasm brings a new surprise—breasts, hips, softer skin... eventually its two chicks sharing a dildo."

Your eyes widened as Joe's phone started ringing, his girlfriend's name flashing on the screen. With a nervous glance at you, he answered, putting the call on speakerphone.

"Hey, babe," Joe said, a hint of guilt in his voice. "You know I'm at the café with my buddy here..."

"I know exactly where you are, Joe," his girlfriend interrupted, her voice cold and calculated. "And I know what you did. Thought you could cheat on me and get away with it? Well, now it's my turn to give you a little going away present."

As she spoke, Joe's body stiffened, his eyes darting towards his crotch. "W-what? I don't... Ohh..." His words trailed off into a gasp as he clutched at himself, his face contorting with a mixture of pleasure and confusion.

"Oh my god, you've got one of those Martian dildos, haven't you?" you whispered, understanding dawning in your eyes.

"That's right," his girlfriend confirmed. "And I'm gonna show Joe what real pleasure feels like. The kind he never gave me."

"Oh... God..." Joe moaned, his words slurred as another wave of pleasure hit him. He tried to stand, to run, to stop this from happening, but his knees buckled, and he gripped the wall for support.

You reached out, wanting to help your friend, but froze as his girlfriend's moans peaked. "Yes....yes!" she screamed through the phone, her voice euphoric as she came.

In that moment, Joe's cry of pleasure mingled with her own, and you witnessed the miraculous and horrifying change—his once flat chest now proudly displayed a pair of plump, feminine breasts, straining against his shirt.

Nika's voice rang out, cruel and triumphant, as she continued her sexual **** on Joe. "How does it feel to cum like a little bitch, huh? Bet you never thought you'd be begging for more, did you?"

Joe's face was a mask of conflicting emotions—pleasure, shame, and longing. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a pathetic whimper as Nika lined up the dildo and began to thrust it inside herself again. His body reacted involuntarily, his hips pushing forward as if he were fucking her back.

"Again... again!" Nika panted, her fingers moving frantically up and down the dildo's shaft. "Cum with me, Joe. Let's see if you can match my pleasure."

Joe's breath came in ragged gasps as he fell back into the chair, his legs spread wantonly, as if in invitation. You could see the struggle within him, his male pride battling against the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to drown him.

"Tell me... how good it is," Nika demanded, her words punctuated by her increasing tempo. "Does it make you feel like a real woman? I bet you're loving being my little slut, aren't you?"

Their mutual climax ripped through the air like a crack of thunder. Nika cried out, her body convulsing, and Joe's voice joined hers, high-pitched and full of abandon. As their cries and moans mingled, you watched him transform, one orgasm at a time, as Joe's features softened, and his body language became more and more feminine.

Joe, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his experience, mustered the courage to speak. "Nika... I'm so sorry. It was a mistake, I swear. Please, let me make it up to you."

Nika scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "A mistake? This is the second time you've cheated on me, Joe. The first time, I let it go, thinking it was a one-time thing. But you've proven yourself to be a habitual offender." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "The first time I only used this dildo once. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe experiencing the intensity of a female orgasm was too much for you. Maybe you're acting out because you WANT to be my little slut."

Joe's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his eyes pleading as he glanced down at his newn breasts. "Nika, I--"

"No, Joe," she cut him off, her voice firm. "You had your chance. Now, say goodbye to your dick, because from now on, you'll be experiencing things from a whole new perspective."

The transformation was swift and undeniable as Joe's **** fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans. His hips had already taken on a more feminine curve, causing his pants to strain against his widening figure. With an awkward yank, he pulled his pants down, exposing not the familiar sight of male genitalia, but instead, the glistening folds of a vagina.

"Oh my god," you breathed, your eyes locked on the wet, pink flesh that had replaced your friend's manhood.

Joe whimpered as his body betrayed him, his new pussy clenching around an invisible phallus, mimicking the action of fucking the dildo that had triggered this magical transformation. The sight was so perversely erotic—watching him being fucked by thin air, his pussy lips stretching and clenching, desperately milking the non-existent cock.

"It feels so good," Joe murmured, his eyes glassy as his fingers drifted down to stroke his swollen, sensitive clit. "I can't stop it..."

Nika's laughter echoed through the phone, her voice laced with vindication. "Oh, my Joanne, I love the sound of you giving in to the pleasure. Can't fight it anymore, can you?"

The once-familiar lines of Joe's body were now those of a woman, her face that of a lusty woman. Both Nika and 'Joanne' were racing toward the climax that would seal the change. As you watched, rapt, Joanne's body stretched taut, every muscle tensing as she was overcome by an explosive orgasm. Her pussy clenched around nothing, squirting her juices in a rhythmic pulse, as if expelling Joe's masculinity with each contraction. The moan that accompanied this final surrender was delightfully feminine.

The newly christened 'Joanne' collapsed into the chair, her body shaking from the aftermath of the earth-shattering climax. Nika, too, was gasping for breath, clearly drained from her own orgasm. Finally, you hear her fumble around before ending the call, leaving you shocked and alone with your newly feminized friend.