What about poor, forgotten Trevor? (Weird shit again)

Trevor felt like crying. Sitting almost motionless on the sofa, safe for the occasional twitch rocking his body, setting his rubber boobs ajiggle, he would have screamed, if he still could. But all he managed was a needy groan - because what almost drove him insane wasn't the fact that he was wholly immobile, or arguably female, or even made out of rubber. No, it was this burning desire deep within him, this emptiness that no one seemed to be willing to fill! Everywhere around him, people gut stuffed with the most amazing, rock-hard cocks, again and again and again, and there he was, ignored and forgotten, lube drooling desperately from his slick pussy and mouth.

Tears of frustration formed in Trevor's eyes as he watched his buddy Dawn getting railed by Henry, all red and shiny in his rubbery glory, the huge-dicked shemale squealing and moaning in bliss. Why couldn't they let him join? Dawn's cock was pretty much unused, and Trevor twitched and mewled as he tried to get that stupid body of his to move, to get up and walk over to where his friend was having the time of his life. But it was no use; the best he could do was rock forwards slightly.

After Dawn had blown her load all over the ceiling and Henry's smooth body, she just lay there, gasping and panting, not aware at all of the needy stare Trevor was giving her. All she needed to do was get over to where the inanimate fuckdoll was pining for her cock! And then stuff Trevor with it, but nooo! She was too busy getting railed herself to help her buddy out. Some friend she was. Dawn didn't even seem to hear the **** sounds rising from Trevor's immobile body.

What she did hear, though, as did the other participants of this latex orgy, was the door opening and an animated discussion between a bunch of frat members rapidly coming to an end as one by one, they succumbed to the effects of the smell permeating the whole lower floor of the house. There were four of them, three senior members of the frat and one scrawny pledge, all stumbling into the living room glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, fumbling with their pants as their bulges grew bigger.

"New ones, eh?" Lynn twisted her body to give the newcomers a leering grin, still humping the mewling, groaning and almost entirely slack Sheila. "Find yourselves someone to take care of you, we have more than enough eager holes begging to be filled."

The senior members - Tony DeVario, Sam Wilkins and Jakob Hines, if Trevor's lust-addled mind was remembering correctly - gravitated over to where Dawn was slowly coming down from her orgiastic high. And with good reason: She had bigger tits than Trevor, she still had a cock, and she could actually use her hands for stuff like handjobs! Dejectedly, Trevor looked on as she did just that to Tony and Jakob after they had freed their tumescent poles, pulling them closer until she could alternate sucking on them while Sam gathered up Dawn's own cock, starting to lick it clean. But all was not lost:

"What are you doing, newbie?" Lynn was adressing the new pledge who, pants around his ankles, was jerking himself off as he watched Dawn deepthroat Tony. "Trixie is over here all alone, why don't you get to fucking her instead of watching? Seriously, some people... Nnfh, yeah, you like that?"

While Lynn got back to railing the barely sensate Sheila, the new pledge turned to where Trixie was staring at him with hopeful eyes - somehow, the name felt fitting, felt right, even if it wasn't all that important right now. No, what was important was the pledge, Mike or something, was shuffling over to where the unmoving sex doll was presenting herself, the flow of Trixie's lube intensifying in anticipation. Finally, finally she would get this aching need fulfilled!

"F-fuck, I just need..." Mike stumbled and fell to his knees in front of the sofa, his hand never leaving his cock until he stuffed it inside of Trixie's slick, waiting hole. "... Oorrnngh..."

Groaning, Mike began pumping his hips, but Trixie's euphoria at being filled at last was rather short-lived.

What the...? Why is he so small? He shouldn't be...

While Mike's cock was below average sized, he was by no means small. Of course, he couldn't compare to the size of anyone in the room, least of all Lynn or Dawn. But still, this would not stand! No, if he was to satisfy Trixie, he needed to be at least...

"Mmfh, this fucking doll is the best... so tight... And getting... tighter...?"

She wasn't. But to Trixie's delight, she could feel his little prick swelling within her, every thrust stretching her more, reaching deeper inside! The fattening glans began catching on the folds, nubs and rings inside the fuckdoll's pussy, Trixie's eyes rolling up as these new, intense sensations overwhelmed her. She'd have writhed helplessly on the sofa had she been able to move, twitching and making blissful sexdoll noises as Mike palmed one of her rubber breasts while sucking on the nipple.

Fuck yes, so good! But I need you even bigger! BIGGER! Fuck me uuup!

Trixie's eyes shot open as she literally felt her rambling wish come true. Already as thick as the fuckdoll's unmoving wrist, Mike's cock showed no sign of stopping or even slowing its growth, pushing deeper and ever deeper inside of Trixie's seemingly unending depths, its outline already visible on her belly, pumping back and forth tirelessly. Not that Trixie was able to see that, with her head not being able to move - but she could feel how Mike stretched her eager snatch, how her belly moved with his every thrust, how his face softened, lips plumping up and hair and lashes lengthening... wait, what?

With Mike's humping rocking her body to the core, Trixie had trouble getting a good look at him, but it was undeniable that with every thrust, the scrawny pledge lost what little masculinity he had in his body. Already the fuckdoll could feel his budding breasts brush against hers, even as Mike's cock swelled ever bigger. Was he... was he pulling a Dawn? Trixie had to admit that getting fucked by a guy was bearable, but getting fucked by someone like Dawn was worlds better. Maybe the pledge's by now enormous member would even reach dimensions similar to the fuckdoll's best bud?

"Damn, you feel so good, babe..." Mike groaned, his voice a smoky timbre so very unlike what he had been speaking in before - it oozed sex, desire, the promise of an unforgettable night. Grabbing Trixie's hips with increasingly dainty hands, he began thrusting harder, slower, more deliberately. "You like that? You like my big, fat cock?"

You... have... no... idea! Whenever Mike hit Trixie's deepest spot, even thinking became impossible for the drooling fuckdoll. This was bliss! Now, if only her mouth could be filled as well... Kiss me, dammit! Stick your tongue down my throat, fill me up completely!

To Trixie's wonder, Mike leaned forwards, mashing his plump lips against the wide, round 'O' of the sexdoll's mouth, tongue pressing forwards and lapping up the copious amounts of lube gushing forth. The fuckdoll closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of both her holes being filled, but just as before, Mike's tongue in her mouth felt teasing, not filling, too small, not enough!

I... I need more... please... bigger... thicker... Trixie knew full well that she was being greedy. The enormous cock plowing her should have been enough, but her throat begged to be stuffed, unbearable emptiness overriding all reason the fuckdoll might still have had. Deeper, pleeeaaase...

And again, someone or something seemed to hear her silent pleas, because Trixie could feel the tongue running over her rubber lips thicken suddenly, swelling and throbbing. Mike, confused at first at the strange sensations, pulled back, prompting a needy whine from Trixie, and then looked down at his twitching tongue with wide eyes while his hips kept pumping back and forth, fucking Trixie almost as if on autopilot.

Before their eyes, the fleshy, thickening appendage lost its pink coloration everywhere but at the tip, where it deepened into an angry purple. While the throbbing stalk inched forwards, it took on a hue that fit the skin of Mike's face - which was still changing itself, but the transforming tongue had both fuckdoll and shemale thoroughly enraptured. Already it was thick enough to pull Mike's pouty lips into a small 'o' of his own, forming a distinct shaft even as the tip bloated and bulged, a ridge forming at the top and sweeping down towards the tip where a small dent slowly deepened into a slit.

Mike groaned as his eyes rolled up in pleasure, long lashes fluttering as the first drop of pre formed on the glans of the tumescent cock that had taken the place of his tongue, the muffled sound so very similar to Trixie's moans. All the while, this second member jutting out from between his lips became longer and girthier, promising to fill the fuckdoll's eager, waiting mouth exquisitly. Straining upwards from Mike's lips, its drooling head dripping pre on Trixie's chest, this mouth-dick easily reached as high as the tip of the pledge's slimming nose, twitching and jerking with his heartbeat and the powerful thrusts that were still rocking the delighted fuckdoll to her very core.

C'mon, c'mon, pleeease! Pleading silently, Trixie tried to communicate her **** need with her eyes alone. I need it inside! Right now! Stuff that cock inside me, too!

Luckily, the sexdoll's desire to be filled was mirrored by Mike's primal need to stuff the throbbing shaft pushing his jaw apart into a wet, waiting hole. Leaning forwards, the by now smoking hot pledge tried to aim his twitching cock tongue at the red circle of Trixie's mouth, but his thrusting made it impossible to jam the turgid shaft home with how Trixie bounced around, and subsequently, he only smeared the fuckdoll's cheeks with pre. The hot, sticky sensation nevertheless made Trixie moan in delight, so she didn't mind as much when Mike stopped pistoning in and out of her to guide his second cock into the sex doll's gaping, drooling mouth with one hand.

Especially with how much getting her throat stuffed full of mouth-cock was worth the wait! The feeling of both holes being spread open, speared by girthy, veiny rods made Trixie's body tremble and twitch, pure pleasure racing through her and reaching a white-hot peak that washed away all thoughts, all reason, even the fuckdoll's sense of time as she moaned and squealed in bliss. And when Mike began to thrust both his cocks in and out of Trixie, the movements awkward at first until he figured out how to properly fuck the sexdoll with his cock tongue, he managed to hit the perfect timing, keeping Trixie on a lustful plateau that never seemed to end.

When it finally did end and the fuckdoll's fluttering eyes opened properly again, Mike had found a proper rhythm, alternating his thrusts so one of Trixie's holes was always filled and stretched deliciously while the other yearned for the sensation of getting stuffed. Had the fuckdoll been able to move her arms, she'd have wrapped them around the pledge, pulling him close to her, but even so, their breasts mashed against each other, sweat-slick skin sliding over rubber, stiff nipple catching on latex pleasure nub.

Trixie had, as Trevor, never felt this good. She'd never sucked cock, she'd never been fucked like this, but now the frat bro turned fuckdoll wished she'd started much sooner. Already, she felt another climax building, lube gushing from her holes, squirting out around the thick shafts ravaging her and soaking into the sofa. The slick fluid of course spilled down the fuckdoll' front as well, the pair's breasts slippery and shiny as their frenzied fucking covered them liberally. It only enhanced the feeling of their well-endowed bodies rubbing against each other, and Trixie twitched every time her sensitive rubber nipples slid over Mike's puffy areolas and rubbed against the pledge's own erect tips, moans even more muffled than usual by the enormous cock making her throat bulge.

Again, Trixie crested that blissful ridge, squealing and twitching and squirting lube all over herself and Mike as he kept fucking her relentlessly, the changed pledge himself chasing a climax that somehow was still eluding him, even with his erogenous zones quadrupled in both amount and sensitivity. He started thrusting faster, harder, almost ****, rocking Trixie on the lube-soaked sofa, making the fuckdoll moan and squeal excitedly, but there still seemed to be something that kept him from...

"Mrrgh!" A muffled groan from Mike was all the warning Trixie got before she felt both his cocks swell and strain and then explode down her holes, powerful streams of jizz thundering into her depths as the pledge jerked and bucked his hips and head with every thick rope of cum let loose from his mighty fucksticks. "Mmghhg!"

Glob after thick glob of Mike's swimmers disappeared into Trixie, making the fuckdoll's belly and chest swell and slosh with his seed, the hot, sticky fluid, making her tremble and moan in bliss. It felt incredible, finally fulfilling her new purpose - it satisfied her sexually, of course, but somehow, it went even deeper than that, an almost primal imperative followed now rewarding her with absolute satisfaction. As Trixie realized, accepted, even embraced her new place in life, a shiny black face came into view over the trembling pledge's shoulder wearing a quizzical expression.

"Somehow, they always break when I stuff Irons up their ass," Lynn mused, her weight bearing down on Trixie and Mike as she rested her body on top of them. In the post-orgasmic haze, even the sensation of their tits being sandwiched between them felt rapturous for the fuckdoll. "This one was the fastest, though..."