is a dish best served with an excessive amount of cum.

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Author's Note:
Now, I don't normally do this, but at some point in the story, the term "low-IQ Boomer" is used. I just want to say that I believe all age-groups have their own general cluster of dum-dumbs, and mean no offense to Boomers as a whole. With that being said, Sam actually does think all Boomers are dumb, so be mad at her, not me.

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“O-Okay, Sammy.” Josh stammered. “I get that you might be a little upset, but we can talk this out, right?”

The young man, now having been reverted into a big-bottomed twink with a giant cock and original personality, was suspended in the air on a sex swing that Gretchen just-so-happened to have lying around in the corner of her living room, which was now in the very center of the room.

Soft but snug leathery restraints were secured around important parts of his body. His midsection was straight and firmly secured at waist-level for Sam by the widest strap, another set of restraints were holding his calves in place upwards, his slender arms were bound behind together behind his narrow back, and a thick collar was lovingly keeping his neck aligned with the rest of his horizontal position.

“Oh, of course.” Sam said, reassuringly. She walked up behind Josh and slapped her fat, steely cock against his womanly bubble butt, causing its wide mass to jiggle around like fresh jello. “After I blow off some steam, though. I’m sure you can understand.”

Josh audibly gulped, his own flawless, tube-like large cock pointing straight down at the ground and twitching nervously.

Sam, blushing like crazy with a vindictive look of lust on her face, used one hand to grab one of her breasts while the other lined up her cock with his cheeks.

She was ready for this.

After everything Josh had put her through over these past couple of days (technically one day), Sam couldn’t wait to take things into her own hands, with her own mind, and fuck something until it was begging for mercy. Or, begging for more of her huge cock. Either way, it seemed like a win.

Especially because this ‘something’ was the person who had caused all of this.

Her stupid best friend.

Her stupid, fuckable best friend.

“H-Hey, at least lube it up first!” Josh desperately pleaded, turning his head the best he could in an attempt to look back at Sam. “I’ve been holding off on taking it in the ass since I first started changing things, so have some mercy!”

Sam considered this.

To be fair, ever since he had become a she, Sam hadn’t once bottomed for anyone. Hell, even though her body was primed and built to be fucked senseless, she had been either topping or serviced by others, never once being made to suck cock or take it in the ass. In the end, Sam supposed Josh had a point, but then remembered something about their encounter with the catboy twins.

“Fine.” She said, smirking devilishly. “If you insist.”

Sam sighed with relative relief, until he saw Sam approach from around the side.

She positioned herself in front of him, then grabbed a fistful of his shiny blonde hair.

With the other hand, she lined up her cock with his mouth.

As he opened his mouth to protest, it was stuffed with swollen girl-cock. Sam’s cock pushed further, sliding down Josh’s slippery throat with ease until his girly face was pressed up against Sam’s hairless crotch and his chin was buried in her large, juicy balls. The slime-like saliva coating his very warm mouth and throat sent sparks of lightning through Sam’s spine, and the young futanari reveled in the sensations.

Now fully lubed up, backed-up her wide hips and began to pull out, but one about half of her foot-long cock had exited the young man, she thought to herself:

“Well, while I’m here, I might as well…”

And with that, she pushed back into Josh’s wide-eyed face, then began thrusting into him at a fairly quick pace.

Josh’s eyes began to roll back as he moaned and choked around Sam’s furiously hard dick, and the vibrations in his throat only amplified Sam’s enjoyment. She assumed he would be fine, but none of that mattered. She needed some release.

After about just a full minute of face-fucking the young twink, Sam was already at her peak.

She came hard down his throat, pumping Josh full of thick baby gravy. Sam just kept cumming and cumming, feeling as though her mind was melting in that time, which was about as long if not longer than the actual face-fucking itself. By the time Sam’s cock was finishing up, she could already feel her heavy balls begin to refill with another fresh batch.

She pulled out, and Sam’s half-conscious head fell limp and a notable amount of seed came oozing from his mouth and nose.

Sam, sighing a deep sigh of temporary relief, began to walk back around to the twink’s backside, noting that his belly was so swollen that it made him look a couple of months pregnant. Her almost permanently-erect cock was now lubed up with Sam’s thick saliva as well as her own cum, which fulfilled her friend’s **** request. Without missing a beat, Sam slapped her big dick against Josh’s bulbous cheeks as soon as she was behind him, then lined her slippery cock up with his hole and plunged it in without any warning.

Josh’s head shot up and let out a girly wail of surprise, and as soon as Sam’s meaty cock passed by his prostate, Josh began to whimper and moan as his cock automatically shot its own gigantic load straight down into the carpet.

Tightly holding onto Josh’s wonderfully plush thighs, Sam’s big tits wildly bounced and jiggled around on her chest as shockwaves pulsed through Josh’s big ass with each and every powerful thrust, sending them both into a frenzied mess of sweating, moaning, and slapping noises for the next several minutes. It didn’t take long for Sam to build up to another orgasm, but as soon as she reached her climax, she didn’t stop thrusting. She almost screamed as she fucked Josh and came inside of his tight body simultaneously, and as the seconds passed on and the concept of time became lost to both of them, Josh’s stomach continued to inflate and slosh around underneath his body.

As if a second orgasm had crashed on top of the current one, Sam lost all control of her muscles as she reached a second, more powerful climax.

Her body fell limp, and she collapsed backwards onto the carpet below.

When her big cock exited Josh’s ass, a thick jet of cum was spewing from its jumpy tip, covering Josh’s back with hot white goo.

Josh had gone completely limp sometime before that, limply hanging there in suspension on the sex swing as cum practically poured from his open mouth like a large faucet. His own mighty cock was still spraying cum as well, having caused a massive puddle to form beneath them both. He was clearly dazed and barely conscious, but so was Sam, who was laying on her back on the floor behind him.

Some time passed, and Josh’s mind snapped back to awareness when he heard the sounds of feet squishing and slapping against the ruined carpet. He tried to lift his head and look back, but his restraints kept him from doing so. Josh wriggled a bit, but gave up, his body feeling light and buzzing with post-coitous sensations.

Sam sighed, reaching down to pick up the Mobile Unit as it lay in the cum-drenched carpet. She slid open the keyboard to find that it was still fully functional, which wasn’t a huge surprise. Josh had likely made the thing cum-proof at some point, she thought.

Still, as she held it in her hands, Sam wondered if Gretchen had really locked the device to only being able to use it on Josh.

“H-Hey, uh, b-buddy?” Josh said meekly, occasionally clearing his throat. “What’cha doing back there?”

Sam glanced at him, then towards the hallway.

Well, it couldn’t hurt to try something out, she thought to herself. She finally had the device in her own possession, and while current circumstances might seem beneficial and satisfying in the short term, this might be her one and only chance to clean up the mess that Josh had made. Sam wasn’t about to pass up an idea that could fix everything, as long as Gretchen was as much as a low-IQ Boomer (or whatever age group comes after that) as he figured she might be.

[The next time, and only the next time Josh gets his ass slapped, everything will return to how and when it was the morning of him finding this device. Only Sam will remember what has happened in this time. Sam will wake up that morning with the device sitting on his nightstand.]

“S-Sam?” Josh asked softly. Then, after a quiet moment of Sam staring at the Command, Josh spoke back up, this time sounding annoyed. “So, uh, are you gonna keep fucking me, or not? Because if you’re already calling it quits, then I’m disappointed in you!”

Sam’s eyebrow twitched.

“That’s right.” Sam grumbled, unable to suppress her own irritated tone, as well as an involuntary smirk. “I can’t believe that I almost forgot how much of a fucking brat you are.”

Josh giggled.

Sam sent the Command off, and there wasn’t any error afterwards, so she might be in the clear.

However, instead of outright smacking Josh’s ass, she turned back towards him, gazing at his lewd suspended position, his nine-months-pregnant-looking belly, and the fat throbbing cock curling up against the belly’s bulbous underside.

She might as well empty her big balls one more time, while things were still as they were.

After all, Sam could slap his big twink bottom whenever she wanted, so she might as well clap it a few more times before then.