Dreamstate

Jamie was fast asleep before her parents even got home. She fortunately remembered to switch out her store-bought butt plug with the demon-crafted one before giving in to the calls of her cozy bed.

The pressure against her brand new prostate was beyond intense. Waves of magic stimulus crashed against all her freshly transformed organs. Her dick remained rock hard. If she had been under any less of a sleep deficit, this surely would have kept her tossing and turning indefinitely.

As it happened, she found in this state of **** duress that she could let herself be carried along by these waves into a deep trance. In much the same way as she had alchemized painful heat into exultant ecstasy, she was now harnessing distracting orgasmic pleasure for meditative peace.

Her anal muscles contracted and relaxed at a steady rhythm, as unconsciously and naturally as breathing. And as she breathed, her lungs filled with bliss. Her mind floated gently on an ocean of intoxication. She was finally able to forget about the problem between her legs, if only for a little while.

At some point Jamie realized she was in the middle of a lucid dream. She was standing in a dark expanse. Beneath her feet, liquid glass. She felt a powerful presence behind her.

Turning around, she saw a masculine figure made of pure shadow, wreathed in a dull red glow. The figure had no distinguishable features. Well, no features except the massive shadowy cock which stuck out from the creature's groin.

At this moment, she recognized that she did not have a cock dangling between her legs. In fact, she was standing there naked with exposed pussy, and feeling especially **** for it.

"Submit or suffer" she heard deep voice boom from all directions.

That was ominous. She stayed silent and still.

"Submit" the voice boomed again. She was **** onto her knees by some invisible ****. The arm-sized penis drew up to her mouth. She could feel the invisible **** pulling at her jaw.

Jamie didn't know what the implications of 'submitting' would be in this symbolic dream world, but she knew they probably wouldn't be good for her. She fought against the **** at her jaw and found that she could indeed resist it. Her mouth stayed shut. She did have agency. The shadowy figure pulled away again.

"Submit!"

Jamie was **** onto her hands and knees. The creature moved behind her. She felt a pressure against her ass. The shadow wanted her to give up her ass. She had no physical way of resisting this time. She prepared herself to be taken by ****. Out of instinct and desperation, she shouted "No!"

She was surprised when her voice boomed louder than the shadow's. She did have power. The pressure against her back entrance vanished instantly. The **** holding her down vanished just as quickly.

A few moments later a billowing cloud of smoke coalesced maybe 20 feet in front of her (if distance meant anything in this place). The cloud once again took the form of the masculine shadow with arm-length dick.

A large tear in the blackness opened up in front of the creature. A distorted image began to resolve within, like looking through a crystal ball. Within the image lay a sleeping Jennifer.

Why was Jennifer sleeping in a bathtub? That wasn't important right now. What was important was the rapidly growing sex organ which the creature pointed threateningly at the image of Jennifer.

The shadowy penis split into dozens of phallic tentacles which soon surrounded Jennifer's sleeping image on all sides. The shadow looked back at Jamie. In fact, this was the first time she could discern where it was looking, as two burning coals now decorated its face.

Jamie understood the message. She may not have consented to be used, but Jennifer certainly had consented. And now, Jamie would be **** to watch.

The sinister tentacles dove into the rift all at once.