Mental adjustments

“Thank god I was on a clonedpill when I went into the Broken Drum!” Carly says as you pull into Carly’s garage and head into her unit. It’s decorated in a very masculine way which strikes you as odd. Then you remember that Carly is Carl. You start to remove your dress. “Please. How long till you turn back. Please. I need cock. Real bad!”

Carly sighs, “Okay, okay. I’m on. A basic clone. I took it about this time last night.” She goes to her bedroom and returns with a dildo that looks well used. “Say hello to my little friend… Knock yourself out, the batteries are fully charged,”

You look at her, ****. “No, I need the real thing. You’re the only one here.”

“You have to wait about an hour… maybe less,” Carly says.” Sympathetically. “Man that pill really did a number on you. Can you even count to ten?”

“One, two, three, four, five… sex… um…” You're ****. "Please, Carly, I'm begging you."

Carly's sighs heavily. "Alright, but only because I promised when you told me you were getting a bimbo pill, you fuck hungry little slut."

You nod fervently, unable to contain your excitement and need. You practically run, big breasts bouncing, and Carly walks behind you into the bedroom. Carly strips down and you admire her body. “Hurry up! Please!?” You beg as you rub your wet swollen sex. “I want it bad!”

Carly’s clone pill is based on Carly’s ex, Valerie. Val is a knockout with perfect little breasts and a curvy body, but she would be totally pissed if she knew that Carly was fucking around in her body. Carly opens her drawer and pulls out a strap-on, the sight of it making your heart race.

You clap your hands in excitement. “Yes! Put it on! This is ****!”

“Look, I’ll put it on, but it’s gotta be quick, okay?” Carly says, her voice a mix of **** and understanding. She fastens the harness around her waist, the silicone cock standing proud and ready. You can feel your pussy quiver in anticipation. “I feel ridiculous…”

“Quick! Yes. Hard fast, quick! Wham bam thank you ma’am!” You nod eagerly, stripping off the rest of your clothes and climbing onto the bed. You spread your legs, revealing your soaking wet pussy. Carly crawls over to you, the strap-on swaying between her legs. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that you’re not sure. All she sees is raw, unfiltered desire.

With trembling hands, she applies lube to the silicone shaft, making it glisten. You bite your bottom lip, watching her every move with bated breath. She lines up the strap-on with your entrance, and you feel a rush of anticipation wash over you. You nod again, giving her the final go-ahead. “Fuck me. Hard and rough. Pretty please.”

Carly leans over you, her hand on your thigh for leverage. She takes a deep breath and then, with a swift and firm motion, she pushes the strap-on into you. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as the sensation fills you up. It’s not the same as the real thing, but the urgency of the situation and the need for release make it feel heavenly. She starts to thrust, her movements slow and deliberate at first, giving you time to adjust. “This would be so much better if I had a cock,” she grumbles.

The room is filled with the sound of your moans. You can feel your body responding, your hips bucking up to meet her every stroke. The pleasure is intense, and your mind dissolves. You are nothing but need.

Carly's eyes never leave yours as she picks up the pace, her thrusts becoming more urgent. The strap-on slides in and out of you, and you can't help but love it, consumed by the need to fuck. You grab onto her shoulders, your nails digging in as you beg for more.

"Fuck, yes," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "Harder, Carly. Fuck me harder. Treat my like your bitch!”

Her breathing deepens, and she obliges, her hips moving faster, the strap-on plunging deeper with each thrust. You arch your back, your huge breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her movements. The base of the strap-on slaps against your thighs with each impact, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The pressure builds inside you, your body tightening like a coil ready to spring.

You reach down with one hand, your fingers finding your swollen clit. You rub it furiously, your other hand still clutching her shoulder. The dual sensation sends waves of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your eyes water. You're so close, so very close. "Don't stop," you pant, your voice ****. “Keep going…”

Carly's own arousal is clear in her eyes, even though she's not the one receiving the pleasure. She seems to find a sadistic delight in watching you squirm beneath her, in being the one in control of your climax. Her thrusts pound into you, the sound of the strap-on slapping against your skin growing louder.

You can feel it, the orgasm building, threatening to crash over you like a wave. You buck your hips, trying to meet her every thrust, urging her to go faster and deeper, to fuck you into the bed. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you gasp, your voice tight with need.

Carly's eyes darken, and she leans in closer, whispering in your ear, "Cum for me, baby. Cum hard." Her words push you over the edge, and you do just that, your body convulsing with pleasure as you scream out your release. The intensity of the orgasm is so great that it is almost painful, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

As your body relaxes, Carly slows her thrusts, letting you ride out the aftershocks. She kisses your neck, her breath hot and heavy against your skin. You realize that you're both sweaty and panting, your hearts racing in sync with one another's. Despite the urgency of the situation, you can't help but feel a strange sense of intimacy between the two of you.

You lean into her, your bodies still connected by the strap-on. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice hoarse from screaming.

"Don't thank me," Carly says, her voice a mix of breathlessness and amusement. "I did that for me as much as I did for you." She gently withdraws the strap-on, and you both collapse onto the bed, the tension of the situation temporarily forgotten in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

You lie there. Content. Able to think. “I’m gonna have to lie low at your place for a while.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take leave. Get an extra pill and stay as a woman, if that’s ok?” You ask.

“Yeah. I only fuck around with X-change on weekends and then only rarely so I’ll mostly be a guy. And I’m not giving up my bed.” Carly says.

“Ok. But… I was originally only wanting to screw around with you as a woman… I think I might- oh shit do you have birth control?”

“Yeah. Always when I’m on a pink. You don’t. Shit. Talk about flirting with disaster. Morning afters yeah? That asshole Rogers - I hope she gets pregnant!” She opens her bag and gives you a pill. You take it and swallow them.

The two of you lay in the bed, the sweat from your bodies cooling on the sheets. The room is still, save for your heavy breathing. The weight of the situation starts to settle in again. You can't believe you just had sex with Carly. But at the same time, it feels right. It's like you've found a piece of yourself you didn't know you were missing.

Then Carly’s pink pill wears off and she starts to grow taller, muscular and larger. She’s turning back to male Carl. You watch, astonished, as her body swells and changes before your eyes. Her breasts shrink into pectorals. The strap-on is no longer necessary, as Carl’s own cock grows hard and ready. He smirks, “Looks like we’re both getting what we wanted tonight.”