Figure out our new dynamic.

I woke up an hour or two later still laying with my legs splayed apart (a pose that was starting to become routine today) on Billie’s bed. My nerdy little baby daddy (where the fuck did *that* come from, brain?) was laying on his side nuzzled up next to me, with his arm across my stomach where my belly bulged out as though I was a couple months pregnant. I still wasn’t sure of the exact extent of the mental changes our lovemaking had caused, but I felt a definite pulse of arousal tinged with an emotional connection I couldn’t quite define. It wasn’t quite love; maybe “devotion” was the best term I could come up with.

The knowledge that I’d taken his virginity, along with the fact that my body had reshaped itself internally to fulfill his needs had a weight to it. I knew whenever he had need of it my body would be his. I also suspected that even without that I would be spending a lot of time filled with his eggs, because the stuffed feeling in my womb was intoxicating. I shifted on the bed slightly and the sensation of his eggs sloshing inside me caused my toes to curl as arousal shot through me.

I started to think about masturbating again (because even after countless orgasms today my new sex drive wasn’t slowing down), but before I could start I heard a little whimpering moan from Billie. While I’d been distracted by my own body he’d shifted slightly and was now rubbing up against my leg. At first I thought he’d woken up, but looking at his face he seemed to still be deep asleep. I heard him moan again and felt him start to rub gently against my thigh, and I suddenly realized what was happening.

My baby daddy was having a wet dream.

I initially assumed I’d start feeling his penis against my leg soon, but after a few moments of him rubbing against me all I felt was his wetness leaking down my thigh. Looking over the rest of his body I noticed his still-flat stomach, and after a moment I put it together. Billie doesn’t have a penis anymore. What he has now is an ovipositor. An organ to lay eggs.

And right at the moment Billie was fresh out of eggs to lay.

Before I had a chance to think more about it Billie moaned as he grinded a bit harder against me, and some combination of the sensation and the sound caused him to wake up. For a second he had the understandably confused look of someone waking up halfway through a dream (wet or otherwise), but he seemed to realize what he’d been doing in his sleep and blushed as he looked up at me.

I suspect it was an effect of the mental changes I’d gone through but in that moment he looked so *cute* I had to kiss him. I slipped my hands down under his arms and with surprising ease pulled his face up in line with mine. Billie seemed surprised for an instant, but the lingering arousal from his wet dream seemed to override that and quickly I felt his tongue meet mine as we kissed.

We both got a bit lost in the sensation, and I became aware that Billie had straddled me when I felt his hands running over my chest. I moaned as his hands brushed over my nipples, which seemed to have grown substantially more sensitive. I wondered briefly if that was a side effect of the pseudo-pregnancy (especially since my chubbier body wouldn’t show chest growth as easily as Billie’s skinnier frame), but the feeling of wetness sliding against my cock pushed that idea out of my brain. It seemed to break Billie out of our shared fugue state as well, because he pulled back from our kiss and looked down in confusion.

“Wait, what’s going on?” I saw that now-familiar pause as his verbal filter failed him “I’m *super* horny right now. Why isn’t my cock out?”

I sat up slightly to bring myself closer to his face (trying to ignore the still-intense erotic feeling of eggs shifting inside me). “Billie, I’m not sure you technically have a cock anymore. You said it only came out whenever you were turned on before, but before you were getting turned on because your body needed you to lay your eggs. I think your old penis got repurposed into an ovipositor to lay eggs and, well…” I patted my hand against my belly “for the moment you don’t need to worry about that.”

Billie seemed more than a little upset. “But…but I can’t wait for that to have sex again! I don’t even know how long it takes me to grow more eggs!”

“Just because you don’t have a penis right now doesn’t mean you can’t have sex.” I smiled seductively (or at least as seductively as I could manage) and shifted my hips slightly, rubbing my cock gently against Billie’s crotch.

He blushed and I felt an increase in wetness from him, but he still looked slightly reticent. “But I’m a guy. I can’t…”

“Billie if you’re not comfortable we can stop right now, but remember you’re talking to the guy you pumped full of eggs not that long ago. If you’re just worried because your body isn’t ‘supposed’ to be able to do this then I think we both passed that line a long time ago.” I rested my hands on his thighs and looked him straight in the eyes. “Plus the woman who changed us wouldn’t do anything without permission. Haven’t you enjoyed what she did?”

His eyes drifted down to where my erection rested against my bulging stomach, and I quickly noticed him blush darker red and felt him grind slightly into my shaft. “Will it hurt?”

“If mine’s anything to go by I doubt it but we can take everything very slow and stop the moment you stop feeling comfortable.” I ran my hands up from his thighs to his hips and pulled his down slightly into me, causing his *very* wet lips to slide against my shaft.

Billie let out a groan and without further prompting from me I felt him start to grind his pussy up and down against the shaft of my cock. I slid my hands further up to cup his breasts, and as my palms slid over his nipples he let out an fairly girly moan and my cock was suddenly *drenched* with wetness.

“Oh fuck keep touching my boobs.” Billie arched his back, thrusting his chest further forward into my hands. “Holy shit they’re so sensitive right now I think I can cum like this. Can you…can you play with my nipples more? They feel really goOoHh…” I started gently pinching and pulling on his nipples, and that seemed to thoroughly derail Billie’s train of thought. He started humping against me with more pressure, and his moans grew louder (and higher in pitch). I started thrusting up to meet his downstrokes and the added pressure seemed to push him over the finish line.

“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK John I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop. Oh holy shit please make me cuuuum.” Billie slammed his eyes shut, sped up his humping, and let out a high pitch squeal as his pussy gushed over my cock. Billie rode out his orgasm (much longer than a “standard” male orgasm but still nothing like the multiple climaxes we’d both endured as he’d filled me with eggs earlier), and eventually collapsed against me with his head over my left shoulder, the sensation of his breasts pushing against me reinforcing my suspicion that my own chest had changed from the breeding.

“Oh that was incredible. I’ve never cum like that before.”

Billie continued gently grinding (apparently unconsciously) against my cock as he basked in the afterglow of his first female orgasm, the pressure against my *extremely* sensitive cock more than enough to trigger my own orgasm if I could still orgasm without vaginal stimulation. Instead the continued stimulation was enough to cause me to start grinding back into Billie’s thrusts, and very quickly we started picking up speed again. This continued for a few moments before he seemed to come back to his senses and pulled back, sitting up between my legs.

“Wait, what’s going on? Why am I still feeling so horny? I just came.”

“Billie, girls can go more than once.”

“But I’m not…”

“Billie, you’re still a guy but clearly you can cum like a girl. I’m a guy and you still fucked my pussy so good I think you made me permanently addicted to being pregnant with your eggs.” I blushed at that admission but kept going. “My pussy took your male virginity, and right now I’d really like to finish the job.” To help make my point I took hold of my cock and pointed it straight up in the air.

I expected Billie to say something further, but instead he seemed transfixed by the sight of my cock sticking up. A shiver went through his body and I noticed fresh wetness leaking from between his legs onto the bed. He hesitated for a second, then quickly bent over with his face inches from my cock.

“Fuck why does it look so good? I’ve never felt so…” another shiver passed through his body “attracted to a body part before. It’s weird, looking at you it’s like I’m two different people. I look at your stomach and think ‘Yes, I made that. My cock *owns* that’.” This time it was my turn to shiver as my pussy made it very clear that it liked being owned. “But then I remember I don’t have a cock right now and yours sticking up like that just makes me feel so *empty*.” He moaned slightly and I realized his right hand had slid down and he was lightly touching himself. “I’ve never wanted a cock like this. Before when we had sex you were still a guy but it was your pussy that turned me on. Now it’s all of you.”

Billie moved up until he was straddling me again, face inches from mine. He lifted his right hand up, holding his *very* wet fingers between our faces. He blushed and stared at the wetness. “Fuck I’m so wet. I…I need you. I’ve been inside you, and now…” he shifted forward, and I felt the head of my cock pushing against his pussy “now I need you inside me.”

I think we both expected him to go slow but the moment I felt my head sliding into him I saw his jaw drop open, and apparently on instinct he slammed his hips down onto me. Billie let out an extremely feminine moan as his hips slid down to meet mine, his body freezing up after impaling himself on my cock. “Oh fuck you’re so big. I’m so full. I can’t believe it all fits.” He seemed genuinely shocked at the sensation, but his body seemed to adjust much quicker than his mind, and quickly he started sliding up and down on me.

“Holy shit this feels so good. Your cock feels *incredible* inside me. This is so fUuCk…” he trailed off as my cock must have pushed against a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to fall forward with our chests rubbing against each other. Sparks of pleasure radiated from my nipples, and Billie continued moaning as he fucked himself on my cock.

I could hardly take it. Billie was extremely tight and even though he was as wet as a monsoon I could still feel him squeezing me like a vice. Before my goddess had changed me I wouldn’t have been able to last ten seconds getting fucked like this. Now that my cock couldn’t cum on its own that wasn’t a problem, but the sensation was even more intense. Instead of reaching an orgasm the feelings just kept climbing and climbing. Adding to everything else Billie laying on top of me was putting some extra pressure on my pregnant belly, making my pussy ache for attention.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again. Oh fuuuck my pussy’s gonna cum all over your cock!” I instinctively grabbed Billie’s ass with both hands, pulling him down even further onto my cock. “Yes! Fuck me baby, please I’m gonna UGGHN!” and like that my baby daddy creamed himself on my cock. The sensation of his formerly-virgin pussy contracting around me felt incredible. I was so close to cumming with him it nearly drove me mad as once again (almost as though it was reminding me I needed it) my vagina tensed…and then refused to allow my release.

Billie slowed down briefly, but soon had begun to speed back up. “Fuck how does anyone with a pussy get anything done? Your cock just keeps feeling better and better inside me.” He sat up to let himself bounce more freely on my lap, his hands returning to his breasts. “Was it like this for you when we fucked before?”

I had a little trouble talking through the endless pleasure my cock was being **** to endure. “It unngh… it was different with yours than it was with my neighbor this morning.” He looked slightly surprised to find he wasn’t the first person I’d been with today, but not at all upset. “With you it wasn’t because it would feel good. It did, it *really* did, but that wasn’t why I needed to do it. There was this aching in my womb. I just knew that it wouldn’t go away until you filled me up. And once you did it was so good I think it actually broke my brain.”

Billie slowed down a little at that, and looked me in the eyes. “What do you mean ‘broke your brain?’”

I blushed for what must have been the thousandth time that day. “Taking your eggs changed something in me. The female part of me is…bonded to you, I think? Even with you riding me like this I can’t…” the male part of me very much didn’t want to finish that sentence, but it had even less control than normal at the moment “I can’t help but think of you as my baby daddy. I’m pretty sure your eggs aren’t fertilized or anything but my body doesn’t know that, and something about you impregnating me means I can’t help but want to do what you ask…” I moaned again as his pussy clenched on me “UGH…even when I can’t cum like this.”

“You can’t cum like this? Is it…is it not good for you?” Billie looked a bit disappointed.

“No, it’s great. Incredible. But my cock can’t cum on its own anymore.”

“You mean your cock can only cum if your pussy does?”

“Yeah, I tried masturbating right after I changed and I couldn’t get off until I fingered myself.”

Billie’s disappointed look changed to a more mischievous one, and he quickly slid his right hand behind his back. Almost before I could think about it I felt his fingers brushing my soaking lips.

“Is this what you need?”

The orgasms I’d failed to achieve earlier started to rise up again in me alarmingly fast at the sensation of his fingers sliding into me. “Oh fuck Billie yes. Please touch me. I wanna cum…”

Billie sped up his thrusting again, apparently nearing another orgasm himself. “Do you wanna cum with me?”

“Fuck yes Billie please.”

I felt his pussy starting to clench around me. His fingers curled perfectly to put pressure on my g-spot, and at the same moment he looked me straight in the eyes and said (more than a little mischievously) “Do you want to cum for daddy?”

Fuck my girl half loved that. Hell I was so turned on even my boy half wanted to cum for him like the pregnant slut I currently was. “Please daddy. Please I’m gonna cum. Make me cum daddy. I wanna cum in you daddy.”

I may have been too horny to feel embarrassed anymore but apparently Billie wasn’t. He blushed absolutely crimson at that last bit but also sped up both his thrusting and the speed that his fingers were moving inside me. The idea apparently turned him on enough to override that embarrassment, because my blushing baby daddy moaned and said “Cum…cum inside me. I wanna feel your cum in me.” He shuddered and I felt his pussy clamping down as his orgasm started “Cum with daddy.”

My newfound hardwired submissiveness to Billie made that last statement into an order, and almost instantly my body complied. “Oh fuck daAdDy!” The orgasm hit *hard*. My pussy clenched down on his fingers in time with my cock pumping my cum up into Billie’s hole. The sensation of basically cumming on command made everything feel so much better than it had previously. If I hadn’t already been at least a little addicted to Billie this would’ve done it.

“Oh fuck John!” Billie moaned out “I’m cumming so hard! Don’t stop cumming in me. Keep filling me with your cum!”

Oh shit. My orgasms lasted a lot longer now that my pussy was involved but there was still a limited amount of cum for my cock to pump out before it was reduced to just pulsing dryly along with my pussy. The ejaculation part of my climax had been winding down until that comment from Billie, at which point my body went completely haywire.

I felt a warm aching somewhere deep in my ass and in the right side of my pelvis (in what I’d later realize were my prostate and my remaining, now internal testicle). I felt my cock begin pumping cum again as it became readily apparent that my body was Billie’s to command as it began producing *way* more semen than it had before.

“Oh fuck yes keep cumming in me!” Billie moaned as his pussy continued clenching on me, all embarrassment seemingly forgotten in the throws of his orgasm “Fill my slutty little pussy with your cum!”

I had no other option but to lay there with my cock aching as it continued cumming and cumming. Billie had long since removed his fingers from my pussy but it seemed that once my orgasm started my cock was able to keep it going all on its own. He slid down to lay on top of me while he continued grinding on me as his orgasm also stretched far beyond what would normally be possible.

We laid there cumming our brains out for what must have been around fifteen more minutes. The bed was thoroughly ruined (my seemingly endless volume of semen leaking out of Billie as fast as my body could pump more in). Billie lay there as his orgasm finally wound down, and he finally seemed to realize that I was still cumming in him.

“John are you still cumming?”

My brain wasn’t working so well after at least twenty minutes of nonstop orgasm, but my compulsion to obey him meant I had to answer. “You told me to cum daddy. I can’t stop until you tell me to stop…”

Billie seemed to like that. I felt him twitch around my cock, but he seemed too tired to immediately take advantage of his new abilities and instead he said “Okay sweetie, you can stop cumming for daddy. Just leave your cock inside me.”

*Finally* my orgasm came to an end. I wanted to say more but I was so completely drained that I once again simply passed out (though I did have enough awareness to keep my still erect cock inside Billie as we both passed out).