Main Story Arc: Swap

Steven was angry, but the “HORNY” trigger was still burning through him like wildfire. His cock was throbbing, leaking, and his thoughts were getting messy and impulsive. In that hazy, frustrated state, he muttered out loud without thinking it through.

“If she wants to play dirty, fine… I wish she would spoil me with pictures and videos of her body.”

Sarina appeared just long enough to smirk and snap her fingers before vanishing again.

Ellechemy felt the new wish settle over her immediately. She already knew what had happened the second Sarina appeared in front of her without saying a word.

“That little shit,” she growled under her breath.

She stood up, walked over to her full-length mirror, and started taking pictures. She was still in a thin black nightgown that barely contained her massive chest and did nothing to hide the obscene bulge of her 16-inch cock, which was painfully hard and drooling thick precum down her thigh. She took several photos — front, side, and one from below that made her cock look even more intimidating — then sent them without a word.

A few seconds later, she made her own wish.

“I wish that whenever I make Steven cum — and by extension, whenever I cum through triggers — my cum will actually shoot from his cock instead of mine. He gets the mess. Not me.”

Sarina appeared again, snapped her fingers with an amused look, and disappeared.

Ellechemy grinned darkly.

Game on.

She started slow at first, mixing teasing messages with occasional trigger words.

Ellechemy: Look at what you made me send you.

Ellechemy: My cock is so fucking hard right now because of you.

Ellechemy: pleasure

Steven felt the pleasure hit him hard, but he tried to hold on.

Steven: You’re really gonna keep doing this?

Steven: I can handle it.

Ellechemy: Can you?

Ellechemy: horny

The word slammed into both of them. Steven groaned out loud, his hand moving faster on his cock as the **** need doubled. Ellechemy bit her lip hard, her own massive cock twitching violently against her stomach as the rebound hit her too. She was breathing heavier now, but she refused to touch herself yet.

She kept going.

Ellechemy: pleasure

Ellechemy: You’re leaking all over yourself, aren’t you?

Ellechemy: horny

Ellechemy: I can feel how bad you need it. Stop pretending you’re strong.

Steven was starting to crack. His replies were getting shorter and more ****.

Steven: Fuck… stop for a second…

Steven: It’s too much

Ellechemy: No.

Ellechemy: pleasure

Ellechemy: horny

She could feel herself getting dangerously close too, but she held on. She wanted to break him first.

Then she decided to go for the kill.

She recorded a short video.

In it, Ellechemy was standing in front of the mirror, nightgown pulled up, slowly stroking her thick 16-inch cock with one hand while looking directly at the camera. Her voice was low, teasing, and slightly breathless.

“Pleasure…” she said softly, stroking herself. “Feel it building… every time I say it, it gets worse for you.”

She kept stroking, her heavy cock glistening.

“Horny…” she whispered, voice getting a little shakier. “You can’t stop thinking about cumming, can you?”

She stroked faster, her massive tits rising and falling with her breathing.

“Pleasure… horny… pleasure…”

Then she looked straight into the camera, smirked, and said the final trigger.

“Cum now slut.”

The video ended.

Steven barely made it thirty seconds into the video before he lost it.

The triggers stacked violently on top of each other. His body locked up as the orgasm hit — but it wasn’t normal. Because of Ellechemy’s wish, the second he started cumming, her massive load came rushing out of his cock too.

Steven’s eyes widened in shock as rope after thick rope of cum exploded out of him. It just kept going. His own smaller load mixed with what felt like over a gallon of hot, heavy cum shooting from his 5-inch cock in powerful, messy spurts. It splattered across his stomach, chest, and even reached his face and the bed around him. The sheer volume was ridiculous — thick, sticky, and overwhelming.

He collapsed back against the pillows, panting hard, completely drenched.

For a few seconds he just laid there in disbelief, staring at the massive mess covering his body.

Then, in his hazy, post-orgasm state, he slowly reached down, scooped up some of the cum with two fingers, and brought it to his mouth.

It tasted like regular cum — salty, bitter, thick.

He made a face.

“I wish it tasted better…” he muttered without thinking.

Sarina appeared for half a second, snapped her fingers, and vanished again.

The flavor changed instantly.

The cum on his fingers now tasted like muted strawberries and cream — sweet, creamy, and strangely addictive. It still had the thick, sticky texture of cum, but the taste was much more pleasant.

Steven stared at his fingers for a moment… then slowly licked them clean.

He didn’t stop there.

Even though he felt a little disgusted with himself, he kept scooping up more of the massive load covering his body and licking it off his fingers. He didn’t drink much — just enough to taste it — but the new flavor made it dangerously easy to keep going.

He laid there, covered in cum, licking his fingers like he couldn’t quite help himself, while his phone lit up with another message from Ellechemy.

Ellechemy: Did you enjoy that, pet?

Steven stared at the message, still tasting the sweet, creamy cum on his tongue, and didn’t know how to answer. Buy then his foggy sex hazed mind pumped out a response.

Steven: I dunno why but I just shot way too much cum.... like seriously. its a lot. but kinda hot

Ellechemy stared at the message and smirked. She could already guess what had happened thanks to her wish, but she played dumb on purpose.

Ellechemy: Bullshit. Send me a picture.

Steven didn’t even hesitate. Still riding the afterglow and the lingering horniness, he lifted his phone, angled it down, and took a photo of himself. He was completely naked, sprawled out on the bed, with thick ropes and heavy pools of cum covering his stomach, chest, and even some on his face and the sheets around him. It looked like way more than one person should be able to produce. He sent it without thinking twice.

Ellechemy opened the picture and let out a low, amused laugh. The photo was perfect **** material — Steven completely wrecked and covered in cum, looking dazed and submissive. She saved it immediately before replying.

Ellechemy: Bet you want to eat every last drop.

Ellechemy: It already looks like you took some scoops out of that mess.

Ellechemy: Eat more, slut. Eat more for Ellechemy. It’s better this way.

Steven read the messages while staring at the cum still coating his body. Part of him felt a weird, twisted pull at her words, especially with the new sweet taste still on his tongue. But he didn’t reply right away. Instead, he locked his phone and opened Sophie’s chat, needing to shift his focus.

He typed out a message, still feeling warm and hazy from everything that just happened.

Steven: I’m really happy you want me this much. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t wait to finally be with you… and I can’t wait to impregnate you.

Sophie replied almost instantly, her messages full of genuine excitement and love.

Sophie Dee: Oh my god… really?

Sophie Dee: You want to make babies with me?

Sophie Dee: That makes me so happy. I want that too. I want to have your babies so bad.

Sophie Dee: I don’t care about anything else anymore. I just want to be yours and start our life together.

Sophie Dee: [Selfie attached — lying on her back, hands gently holding her massive breasts, looking soft and needy]

Steven smiled as he read her replies. Unlike Ellechemy’s teasing and control, Sophie’s messages felt warm and devoted. The way she immediately latched onto the idea of getting pregnant by him made something in his chest feel good.

He sent another message back.

Steven: Yeah. I want to fill you up and knock you up. I want you carrying my kid.

Sophie’s next reply came fast, clearly flustered and emotional in the best way.

Sophie Dee: Fuck… you’re going to make me cry. I want that so much. I want you to breed me. I want to be swollen with your babies.

Sophie Dee: I’m yours. Completely. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I love you so much already.

Steven let out a slow breath, feeling his cock twitch again at her eager responses. He glanced back over at Ellechemy’s last message still sitting in the other chat, but for now, he stayed in Sophie’s messages, enjoying the contrast between the two women.

One was trying to break and control him.

The other was **** to belong to him.

And right now, Steven much preferred the second one.