A New Couple

Greg stared for a long second at the scene in front of him—his girlfriend still bouncing slowly on Bill’s soft, feminized body, that tiny three-inch pecker buried inside her, Bill’s new puffy tits jiggling, pretty face flushed with shame and leftover orgasm.

Then Greg just… laughed.

A sharp, mean bark of laughter that made both of them freeze.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, still chuckling as he shook his head. “Look at you two. My girlfriend riding a soft little dickgirl with a clitty the size of her thumb. You’re both ridiculous.”

He looked straight at Julianne, eyes cold now.

“You’re a fucking dyke. You’d rather bounce on that pathetic little girl-cock than take a real one. Keep him. I’m out.”

Greg didn’t wait for an answer. He turned, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and walked out of the bedroom without another word. The front door of the apartment slammed a few seconds later.

Silence hung heavy for a beat.

Julianne was still sitting on Bill, his tiny spent dick soft and wet inside her. She looked down at his soft new body—the flared hips, the smooth skin, the little tits, the pretty face—and a slow, dirty smile spread across her lips.

“Well,” she murmured, rolling her hips once so his soft little package rubbed against her messy folds. “Guess it’s just us now, pretty boy.”

She leaned down, pinned Bill’s slender wrists above his head, and started riding him again—slow, deliberate, using his sensitive little cock like a living toy. Every grind made his soft tits bounce. Every squeeze of her pussy around that tiny shaft pulled another helpless whimper out of him.

“Your roommate just called me a dyke and left,” she whispered against his ear, voice thick with lust. “Which means you’re mine tonight. This soft body… these cute little tits… this useless little pecker that’s still twitching inside me…”

She sat up, grabbed both of Bill’s soft new breasts, and squeezed them while she rode harder.

“I’m going to milk every last drop out of that tiny thing. And when it won’t get hard anymore, I’m going to sit on your pretty face until you make me cum again. You’re not going anywhere, Bill. Not with a body like this.”

Bill’s soft hips jerked helplessly under her. His little cock was already trying to stiffen again inside her wet heat, oversensitive and leaking. Julianne just laughed low and filthy, grinding down harder, claiming every soft, feminized inch of him now that Greg was gone.

The wet, filthy sounds of her using his tiny dick filled the empty apartment.