A first time for everything

Fucking Heather did feel great, and for the next two days, I was able to forget what had happened. Then the asshole called me again to come to his place. I was **** but decided to go. When I got there, he had three videos running simultaneously, as well as a chart.

"Ah, Janey, you're here. Before you say anything, just look at the profits from the videos. I put them up on some pretty popular sites, and by god, this is great!", he told me. I examined the profit chart, my mind refusing to believe my eyes. The chart, of David's bank account, showed just how much the videos had made. Three times the amount my blog made in a month! And that was just three nights! I was utterly speechless.

"As you can see, this is infinitely more profitable than the blog. That's why I want to keep doing it. We could be rich!", he said, and I barely managed to refrain from nodding absentmindedly in agreement. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, some dark, hidden part of my brain tells me; I struggle to find a counter-argument.

A few minutes later he has the drink ready for me, for another recording session. I felt the gut punch of resistance hit me, but something else within took a stronger hold and I downed the drink, quickly blacking out.

I felt as I had the three previous times, but there was something off. There was a large, warm, pulsing object in my mouth, moving in and out, but never quite leaving. I felt an odd taste as I groggily opened my eyes. I felt like the dosage must've been pretty high, since I was feeling insanely aroused, with no vestiges of my former manhood remaining from what little I could tell in my current state. There was someone in front of me. His girth in front of my face, sinking passed my lips... Holy shit!!! Am I giving someone a blowjob?!?!

I knew about oral sex; I enjoyed receiving it a ton. What I didn't enjoy was having a massive dick **** down my throat. At least that what I thought before hearing myself moaning like a whore, while also feeling something drill my new pussy from behind. I couldn't fight back and given how surprisingly good my body was feeling, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted too.

"What did I tell you, Robert? Janey here is an utter slut!", you hear a voice that sounds like David's. So this is Robert? But wasn't he gay! The evidence to the contrary is the massive dick that is currently causing you to gag as he takes hold of your hair and forces his dick further into your mouth.

You try to protest, but the dick muffles your attempts, and when the dick finally pulls back, it is the moaning that stops you. After some time of me gagging on multiple occasions, I feel Robert starting to develop a rhythm and begin to push even deeper. It isn't long before I feel his dick swell, and suddenly my mouth is filled with a warm, sticky liquid.

I want to spit it all out, having heard from both Sera and Heather how horrible it tastes, but he keeps his girth firmly in place, forcing me to swallow every last drop. The girls were right. It tasted horrible, and I want nothing but to spit the remainder out, as I feel jet after hot gooey jet, shoot down into my gut.

A second later, the man behind me also cums, causing me to lose consciousness from my own massive orgasm washing over me.

I wake up in David's living room again, but something is wrong. I feel the comforting weight of my manhood between my legs, but also a worrying weight on my chest, and odd tingles of pleasure in both locations... Fearful, I look down, and see two mountains rise from my naked chest. David is looking at me with a shock of worry and amazement. He snaps out of it once he notices I'm awake.

"So, Janey. It appears I gave you too high a dosage; now you seem to have those two lovelies on a semi-permanent base", he tells me with a nervous laugh. I feel like murdering him right then and there.

"What! I have these permanently! You fuck!", I shout before getting up to punch him but thought better of it the moment I started to feel woozy and light-headed.

"It seems to have also affected your constitution...", he mutters, watching me slump back down on the couch. "Don't worry, little Janey. I have a solution, I just need to distill the new drink that will make you normal. For the time being, you'll have to stay here. By the way, the new recording already broke our last record," he tells me. I couldn't give less of a damn about the money right now. All my mind seems to be focused on is that I have two large tits, some womanly curves and only my cock to show what I once was. What was worse was that I appeared to be stuck in this form.

"Oh, and Robert loved your mouth", he added while leaving.

After telling me this, David went to what I presumed was his lab, to try to fix this. I could still feel Robert's foul taste in my mouth as the unrelenting porn playing in the background was having a noticeable effect on the last piece of my manhood. I thought about trying to give myself some release but the reality of my situation was still too off-putting. It was at this point that I remembered that I was still butt naked. My shirt had to practically stay open due to my oversized bust and my trousers only just sat on my round hips, showing off way more of my ass that I'd have liked.

After two days like this, David presented me with the drink again, promising it will turn you back to normal. I don't trust him, but with little to no other choice, I down the drink, and once again blackout.