Ro3: Shannon and Jim

Shannon whimpered as another warm gush heralded Jim's third orgasm inside her. She'd be totally taciturn if it weren't for her mother sucking on her nipples in time, she couldn't stop herself from thrusting back against her sisters boyfriend. Mom must be some kind of lust vampire or something, it was like liquid desire exploded into her chest every time her mother nibbled on her soft breasts. She didn't want this... Jim seemed to be thinking something similar, his face drawn and pale even as he continued thrusting with Suzanne's insistence. About time, not like he wasn't loving it ten minutes ago. Bastard.

She had to do something, the thought of another orgasm made her feel nauseous even as her mothers finger slipped lazy circles around her clit, massaging in Jim's hard-made lubricant and making her moan like a whore. "M-mom... I think-nnngh!-I think there's... someone-at-the-door!" She bit down on her pinky, doing her best to hold in her own crashing orgasm as her mother turned curiously.

"I didn't hear anything?"

"Yeah, mrs. M, there's definitely... definitely someone over there." Jim sagged against the couch, gasping, both him and Shannon wincing as his semi-hard cock shifted inside her.

"Well I guess I should greet them shouldn't I? Maybe get a fresh replacement to take better care of you Shannon." The idea of someone "fresh" pounding her like Jim had in the beginning made her groan, which of course Suzanne took as encouragement.

"That's the spirit!" Rising to her feet, the insatiable milf practically skipped to the door as Shannon vehemently motioned to the stairs. Jim didn't need further prompting, scooping her up and drunkenly stumbling up the stairwell as Suzanne peered outside.

"Hm. Nope, nobody out here." Turning back to the empty room she frowned, "Damn kids leaving me high and dry." She knelt down as Hewie trotted up to her, tail wagging, "You'd never leave me right Hewie? Who'd like their belly rubbed... Oh my."

Jim unceremoniously dumped Shannon at the top of the stairs, both of them lying gasping on the carpet. After about a minute he glanced over at the girl he'd just devirginated... with her mother... against her will."Um... I'm sorry. For what happened down-"

"Shut up and help me to the bathroom."

Jim shut up, gingerly helping her to her feet and walking her to the bathroom sink, "Leave."

Jim left. Shannon slammed the door behind him. He turned his gaze skyward, "Why?" This whole fucking day had been totally whacked, starting when he ran into that shemale cheerleader. He'd been thinking about it and he was sure he must have imagined her tits growing before his eyes. She'd obviously been a guy, despite her hotness, which made him super uncomfortable since he hadn't found out until after she'd blown him. And he'd loved it. Did that make him gay?

He was shaken from his bro-thoughts by sounds he realized had been constant since he'd gotten upstairs but only now recognized. Sounds of a bed thumping rythmically and the moaning of several women. Had this entire house gone insane? Maybe he was stuck in some weird 'demon house' movie and he had to find the heart and kill it. He continued listening for a minute. That sounded almost like Sharon... the fuck!? Who was she having sex with that wasn't him!? Striding up to the offending door, forgetting his nakedness, he yanked it open.

"Oh hey man. Glad you made it, I had to find something to keep Sharon entertained till you got here. Why didn't you tell me she had a dick? I've totally been setting you up with the wrong people all these years, you gotta keep your wingman in the loop."

Jim slowly closed the door. His mind not willing to take in the image of his girlfriend, who now had a horse-dick, getting pounded by Robin, who was still a well-hung bimbo, while some jacked guy who sort of looked like Rick bounced Sharon's older sister Joan, who also somehow had a dick, on his lap. He stood there for a solid five minutes while he processed and the moaning continued.

Rick grinned, his exertion being the only thing keeping him from cackling at Jim's stupefied face. Granted what was happening was pretty stupifying and if the girls were right then basically everything weird, maybe even some things he thought were normal, were changes that had happened today. If he wasn't so busy giving Joan the greatest first anal experience he could, he'd be teasing Jim ad nauseam for having a horse-dicked girlfriend who was very obviously more into girls than guys. Of course, he and Jim seemed to be the only normal ones he'd found since walking through the front door so maybe he should be trying to fix things...

"Mmnnn! God... fuck me hard! Harder! I'm so-so..."

Then again, he'd gagged the ring-bearer and incapacitated her for now, why shouldn't he enjoy himself a little? Joan's insides spasmed and she shrieked as she arched against him, her little cock shooting a pitiful little spurt of jizz onto the carpet. He held her close, enjoying the rippling action inside and out as he stroked her quaking belly. She collapsed bonelessly after a moment, sinking down his final few inches and further stretching her sphincter with a contented sigh. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, continuing to deftly stroke her.

Nuzzling her neck, he whispered in her ear, "My turn."

Jim was still staring at the door when Shannon stepped woozily out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Her eyes were red and puffy, she'd obviously just taken a shower. She regarded the shell-shocked Jim dispassionately, "I don't want to look at you but if it's between you and my mom I need you to drive me to the pharmacy." He didn't react, just staring wide eyed at the door in front of him. It made her want to scream at him but she just didn't have the energy. She had to get the morning after pill, or spermicide, or whatever would stop her from getting pregnant from this asshole. A green glint caught her eye next to Jim's foot and she braced herself on the wall to pick it up. A ring? What was this doing here? "Where'd this come from?"

The question was rhetorical but it finally stirred Jim from his fugue. As his eyes fell on the emerald-bejeweled ring, the events of the morning came rushing back, "Holy shit it fucking works."

Shannon gave him a withering look, "What works?"

He made a grab for the ring and she slapped his hand away, "What works, you... Son ofa Bitch?"

The emeralds of the ring flashed and Shannon's mouth gaped in horror as Jim's hair spread down his body, his face pushed out, and his mass shifted into something unrecognizable. Well, it was obviously a dog, but not recognizable as Jim. Jim wagged his tail and looked up at her expectantly, tongue lolling slightly. It was Shannon's turn to be shell shocked, watching Jim turn into... a Great Pyrenees? Probably? The giant dog trundled over to her, nuzzling her hand and sniffing at her towel. She gave him a shove when his nose became too inquisitive, the unreal situation making a twisted sort of sense in her mind, "Not much has changed has it Jim? Guess you always were just a Smart Talking Dog."

Shannon yelped as the ring flashed again, flying out of her hand as she jumped. She looked around carefully but nothing obvious seemed to have changed...

"That is incorrect but thank you for accepting me for who I am!" She froze, knowing what had happened but unwilling to accept it. She glared down at the goofily smiling dog, "Really. Really?"

"Based on your tone I assume that question is rhetorical so I will not respond. Dogs are very good at reading human emotions." Jim answered in a voice straight out of "UP", sitting patiently with a dopey look on his face.