Savour the blowjob

You pay her no mind. If you stop, you'll get massive blue balls. The sandwich continues to suck your cock, slurping. Bobbing faster and faster. This may be the greatest blowjob you've ever had, it moves so fast, you groan as you empty your load inside of it.

"Fuck..." you say. The sandwich has stopped sucking, and you look at it. Your cum has completely filled the remaining contents of your sandwich. Before you can throw it in the garbage, Clarissa speaks.

"Because of the curse, you have to finish the sandwich." She has the same, genuinely happy smile.

You look at her. This has to be the worst thing to happen to someone in a sandwich shop's bathroom.

"And what if I don't?" you say.

Clarissa motions to your legs. You look down. They're turning to bread.

"Then you shall become the sandwich that you made."

You scream, feeling your legs as they lose all feeling. It moves up. You scarf down the sandwich, your cum adding a salty flavour and a gooey texture that works surprisingly well with the crisp lettuce. Chewing as fast as you can, you get the rest of the sandwich in your mouth.

You have no feeling below the waist.

"Swallow" she says.

Tearfully, you **** down the chunks of bread, meat, vegetables, and your own original sauce. It hurts, but you manage to take it all the way down your throat. Eyes red and dripping with tears, you finally breath.

Looking down, you see that you're back to normal.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" you say.

"You should have listened to me." she says, waggling her finger.

"I need... I need to cum. It's a medical condition."

"And I would have helped you." she says.

"Fuck." you say.

"You made the sandwich" she says, opening the door and heading out. You reflect.

Maybe it's time to wait for the plane. You're not winning against her. Or maybe, you can.