You put the panties on, but try not to enjoy it.

You reluctantly take the plaid panties and matching bra and shoo Drew away so you can change. You kick yourself as he goes to the restroom. If you had just allowed him to jerk off in the bathroom in the first place, you wouldn't be bimboified and allergic to boxers. You guess there's no use in crying over spilled cock milk and you waste no time in shimmying into your panties.

You wish you hated it. You tell yourself you do, but the moment your cock touches the silk it rises, resurrected and ready for more fun. It feels tight in the rear, and your realize, reddening that it's probably because the bimbug made you sluttier than the sissy or slut that wore these. You feel your blush spread all over your body and you hurry to put the bra on too so you can get changed. It takes a few fumbling tries, but you eventually manage to get it fastened. Your new bountiful breasts barely fit inside them, and again you curse yourself for ending up with the deck 'stacked' against you. You know you shouldn't, but you have to sate your curiosity and get a quick look at yourself in the mirror.

It's worse than you imagined. You are the sexiest creature you have ever seen. You barely look human anymore, looking more like a pornographic cartoon character for how exaggerated your feminine features are now. You attacked Drew for suggesting the bimbug turned you inside out, but you have heard the same theories bandied back and forth too. Even if this isn't the real you, how will you ever get anyone to believe it? One look at anyone that looked like this and you would assume she was a wanton whore, eager for any and all cummers. Maybe you would be right...your cock is harder and hurtier than ever, but it pales in comparison with the agonizingly arousing ache of your nipples and asshole.

"Fuck! Fuck FUUUUUUCK!" You scream incoherently, smashing the mirror and slicing your hand open. You pick up a jagged shard, seeing your scared eyes in the reflection covered by a ripe red. You look at your bleeding hand and for a moment you get an awful idea to fix the damage the bimbug did to your body. Before you can start slicing, your hand heals as you stare stunned. You'd read about the remarkable healing properties of the bimbug, but never dreamed it would work so fast to make self mutilation pointless. And to add insult to lack of injury, you feel hornier than ever. "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!"

You scream and sob and thrash and at some point you feel a blanket wrap around you. Drew pulls you close as you burn and freeze at the same time, rocking you like a baby and whispering sweetly, "It's okay...it's okay. I promise it will get easier. We'll get through this one day at a time. But right now you are crashing. The infection is going to burn you up from the inside out and leave you a brainless bottom baby. We need you to cum...and cum a lot. I don't think you're ready to get fucked, if you ever will be. But I know you're ready to punish my ass with that pulsing prick. Maybe you can even make me clean it after with my smart mouth."

You look up at Drew with tender, tremulous eyes. He is taking such a femmey tone and bratty bitch affect which you know for a fact is anathema to him. You need his help...need it so bad, but even though you still want to blame him for your mistakes, you are too good of a friend not to ask, "B-b-but, Drew, I thought you didn't like to get topped by smaller guys. I thought you only liked studs to bully you."

Drew winces but them smiles broadly. You wonder how many pairs of panties he's melted with that smile. You wonder if one day he'll melt yours. Tonight he seems satisfied in melting your heart, saying, "Yeah, that's normally true. But you're my best friend, and I'll do anything I can to help you...and..." he wipes a tear away, "I kinda always liked you this way."

You twist your body with surprising speed, pulling the pretty bimboi into a kiss and pinning him to the floor. You feel his muscles tighten like steel cables under silk as he pulls you in closer. Your breasts crush against him and your ass puckers hard around your plug. Your tongue slides deep into his throat and you slide it around his, pinning it down and ignoring the tortuous tickle in your own throat or the instinct to suck on his tongue just as eagerly as you did his cock. You push those thoughts away with an angry growl, pulling his plug out with one hand and your prick free from your panties with the other. You look into Drew's eyes, seeing the confused hunger in them and you return his look of lost lust as he whimpers, "Please...DON'T be gentle."

You aren't sure if his plea was more for your benefit or his, but at this point you don't care. You answer with a roar, ramming your hard cock to the hilt inside his craving cunt. For a tomboi, he takes to getting fucked like a fish to water, wrapping his powerful legs around you and pulling you deeper inside him as you pound down hard and hangry. You bury your face in his breasts, they feel hard under his satiny skin too. You soon find out why, when sucking his swollen nipple and a jet of sticky seed squirts on your tongue. Surprised but too horny to care, you swallow it down and tell yourself this isn't the gayest way you could take care of your cravings.

"Oh...GoOOOoooOoood! Fuck meeeEEEeeeeeEeeEEE!" Drew thrusts his hips up and uses his powerful limbs to pull you back down and soon he's controlling the pace while you helplessly nurse his cum squirting nipples and fill him full of your own sticky spurts. You can't stop cumming, not that you'd want to. It's the most insanely intense orgasm of your life, and every second you spend sawing in and out of your friends tight hole or slurping down her thick milk is better than the last and all are more mind meltingly magical than you could have ever imagined. You just keep letting Drew take the lead, for one sublime second unworried about what it means if he is in control even when you're the one fucking HIS ass, and you just keep shooting your load and gulping down his until you are both drained dry.

After a few minutes of slow grinding and soft kisses, Drew breaks the kiss, saying, "Sorry. I guess I needed that almost as bad as you did. Tell you what. For the rest of the night, you can take charge. Strip me down, dress me up, whatever helps, man. I'll suck or fuck whenever you ask. We'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here. How does that sound?"