Devin thinks it was all a dream

Devin is shocked and confused at what just occurred. A simple command and he had transformed his girlfriend into...into...into a ball sniffing slut? Were some girls really into that or was it just the warped reality he had made for himself. He shrugged it off and decided he could worry about it tomorrow.

He threw of his day clothes and slipped into his bed. Despite his best efforts he had trouble falling asleep, the weird and arousing events of earlier still racing through his head. He tossed and turned all night until he finally dozed off in the early hours.

Though he was asleep his mind certainly wasn't at rest. A stream of sexy scenes danced in his head. The old version of Krys, or rather Krystina was giving him a blowie in the golf club. Her chubby body and plump face looking up at him with a smirk. Then she transformed into the skinny, bitchy, sexy Krys, now giving him a much more enjoyable sucking in the back of her SUV. Another flash and Krys was in his room between his legs, licking his cock and balls, stuffing her face into his crotch to get a long whiff. Suddenly he was outside. He heard screams around the corner and peaked around. Krys was getting railed by a mysterious figure up against the alley wall. Another flash and Krys was on her knees her mouth open wide gargling what had to be a mouth full of jizz, but way more than a single guy could ever hope to produce in a whole night. Yet another flash and Devin was in a strange room totally naked back down on a couch. Three women were gathered around his crotch, one was on top sucking him off, another licking his balls, and the third a bit further down rimming him. In tandem they lifted their heads and they all looked like Krys.

Devin sat up in a fright, awoken from the dream...or was it a nightmare. He was covered in sweat and his cock was rock hard. The sun was just starting its rise into the sky and then he alarm started going off. He was unsure what to make of his dreams and started to wonder if the last few days had been just that, a dream. He shook his head to clear this thoughts. Surely he didn't have magical cum? That would be crazy. "A dream. Yes, it must have all been a dream."

Still shook by the intense after effects of the insane wet dream, Devin just sat there for a moment. He finally calmed down as his second alarm started blazing. He turned it off and started to get ready for the day. He jumped in the shower

A few minutes later he was in his car on his way to the golf club. The dreams were still bouncing around his head, but they were fading fast. He finally pulled into the parking lot and pushed his thoughts away, resolving himself to tackle the work day ahead. The morning went by as usual. Helping get the store ready for the early golfers. Stopping by the restaurant to see if they needed a hand with the breakfast crowd. Heading out to the course to assist the landscaping crew with various tasks.

As the noon hour went by and his afternoon break approaching, Devin headed back up to the club house to grab some food and some water. He finally sits down in the restaurant, ready to devour a cheeseburger when he sees someone approaching him from the corner of the room. He looks up. It's Krys. Not plump Krys. But Hot sexy (bitchy) Krys.

Devin panics for a moment, realizing his supposed dreams were anything but, though he was pretty sure the gargling cum and triplet version of Krys was still a dream.

As she nears his table, she gives Devin a devilish look, which make him worried what she had in store for him. Without a word, Krys grabs Devin's collar, pulls him out of his seat, and drags him towards the women's bathroom. She pulls him into a vacant stall, locks the door, and whips around to drag his pants down.

Devin's cock hangs in the air as Krys kneels down and looks up at him in anticipation. She takes a hold of his cock, as if she's about to give him a handjob, but instead she lifts up higher and shoves her face into his ballsack. She breathes in heavily through her nose and exhales. She pauses for a second before taking a couple more whiffs, these much shorter.

"What the fuck. Did you shower this morning? There's barely any smell at all." She sticks out her tongue and licks up Devin's sack up to the tip of his cock. "Yep. Definitely showered. Barely any taste at all. You know there's only one thing I ask of you and you can't even do that. Honestly don't know why I date you sometimes."

Krys stands up, unlocks the door, and exits the bathroom. Devin is still standing in the stall with his junk hanging out and unfortunately he's pretty sure another women had entered the bathroom while Krys was messing around with him. He closes the stall door, puts his pants back on, and waits a few minutes to leave until he's sure the coast is clear.

Unsure of what to make of the whole situation, he starts his afternoon shift.