Guilt

Pamela heard the couple when they first started fucking. It was hard not too, considering her room was directly adjacent to Thomas'. She also heard the subsequent rounds, as well as her lover's groans and her best friend's mews.

Basically, she heard them fuck all day.

She couldn't really fault Thomas - just like all men, as long as he was in the mood, he was rearing to go. Even when she fucked him, they only really stopped when she called it quits; usually after getting sore or acknowledging that she should probably do something more productive than having sex all day. And there was no way Bianca was calling it quits anytime soon. Not after how horny the girl had gotten.

And now there was no way her friend didn't love Thomas' cock. If simply seeing his eight inch cock was a revolutionary experience, actually fucking it was on an entirely different level. Pamela was all too familiar with those feelings; she'd fallen in love with it herself.

It was out of that love that she didn't hate Thomas. Nor Bianca either. No, despite how alien the sensation felt, she was loyal to the both of them; her love for them overshadowing any anger she had at Thomas for sleeping with Bianca as well as she anger she felt towards her friend for cheating on Nick.

No, the poor girl's guilt was directed towards her own person because ever since she'd transformed her body, she'd found it impossible to love herself. Her body felt stranger to her; her muscles rippling with false strength, her skin trapping her in a disguise that only resembled who she was. Gone were the differences that made her unique - the scars, the sag, the fat. Now the only thing that made her different from Bianca, and most girls out there, was her skin color. A trait that made her more exotic than unique. She'd checked.

Her lack of love for her body was compounded with a lack of trust in her judgement. Every decision she'd made with the blasted machine in the attic had backfired in a way she could never have comprehended. Time after time; change after change. And now her best friend was cheating on her boyfriend with the guy she hated the most; an act made even worst by the fact that Bianca had told Pamela how worried she was that she was going to give in.

With the girl's change earlier that day, she might have just as well pushed her friend off a cliff.

But to make things worst, Pamela was also learning that amplifying a girl's loyalty to the things she loved was having profound affects on her own psyche. Since she had a hard time loving herself at the moment, she was finding increasingly difficult to remain loyal to the things she wanted. Which, of course, played into why she wasn't stopping the coupling that went on the next room.

Despite what she wanted, Bianca longed for Thomas' dick, and the man had wanted to give it to her. And out of loyalty to them, Pamela couldn't justify splitting them up.

She was crying, she later realized; unsure as to how long tears had been streaming down her face. Even the argument that this was potentially just a temporary thing didn't sate her. After all, she could theoretically used the same machine that had caused this to undo the damage. But that would go against what Thomas wanted, and at the moment Pamela loved him more than she loved herself. And so her decisions, based on what she was most loyal too, reflected that. But that wasn't the sole truth of the matter.

It was simple - Pamela could no longer trust herself with the powers of the World Processor.

It was nearing dinner time when Kyle finally heard the rhythmic thumping of two people going at it like rabbits end.

He sighed alone in the living room, closing his book. He also felt bad for the poor girl. Thomas hadn't even gone that long when he'd taken Caroline from him. Pamela must have done something that had really put her lover in the mood.

Kyle spotted him as he was making his way downstairs, wearing only a ripped pair of shorts, covered in what was either sweat, milk, cum, or a mix of all three. He scrunched his nose in disgust, watching as it slowly dripped off his body and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind him as Thomas headed to the kitchen.

"Clean up after yourself, will you?!" He called out with a groan. The last thing he wanted was to spend the rest of his Sunday cleaning up someone else's sex juices.

Bianca sighed happily, feeling herself stick to the wet sheets. A few days ago, she'd thought the time she'd spent with Nick had been the best fuck of her life. She'd been wrong.

It was true what they said: a bigger dick truly made for better sex.

After she'd taken him into her mouth, it was like the floodgates had been loosed. She'd gotten him off with a blowjob first, unable to stop herself once she'd tasted him. When he'd came, both filling her mouth and covering her face with the amount of cum that she'd changed, she'd been shocked at his stamina, noting that he'd stayed hard. That's when she remembered her other use of the World Processor.

They'd fucked in any position they could think off, the girl using her natural flexibility to enhance his pleasure in any ways he could only imagine, her release forever tied to his. She'd felt like an animal, a creature solely designed for sex; a tool to get him off. He'd used her in a similar fashion, and she'd loved it. He'd especially been engrossed in her large tits, admitted to her that they were the biggest he'd ever experienced. Bianca had laughed and let him have his share, drinking straight from her, not once considering the fact that Nick had been the only guy before him to do such a thing.

The girl had lost track of how many times he came. The only thing she knew was that the sheets were completely drenched in cum, milk, and arousal.

She hadn't forgotten about Nick - not entirely. It was clear to her though that the love she felt for her boyfriend was nothing compared to the love she had for Thomas' dick. She'd do anything to experience it again. It was perfect - deliciously long, and as powerful as it was sexy. Thomas was attractive too, sure, but he was still a pervert and the two of them had a history that made it difficult for her to like him as much as she felt she should.

His cock though. That she couldn't help but love. Regardless of what happened between her and Nick, and knew she'd be fine as long as she remained loyal to Thomas' dick.

She sighed as she fell asleep, the afternoon sun shining bright on her naked ass, showing the world Thomas' stylized name as it replaced Nick's on her butt cheek.