Getting ready for the party

The endless stream of cum David previously endured returned as Destiny once again manipulated David’s body to approach Sarah, “mph hrm mmm mm mrph” were the actual sounds coming from David’s mouth, but because of Destiny’s influence Sarah was able to hear “I need you to help me pick out an outfit”.

“Destiny?!” She yelled in excitement, “you look amazing! Yeah! Let’s pick something out!”

Sarah led David to her closet and searched through her clothes, “What’s the occasion?” She asked.

David heard every word permeating through his brain as they were communicated to Sarah, “it’s a fancy higher up gathering for David’s company, so I need to fit in with that professional vibe, but there’s also a guy there that I’m trying to date.”

“Ooooh! Go girl!” Sarah said and began digging through her closet. The fact that Sarah didn’t inquire about David added insult to injury.

David tried to plead through his stuffed mouth and his thoughts for all of this to stop. That it wasn’t right. Destiny desiring Steve should have been his vengeance, it should have been his freedom- he didn’t think that Destiny would commandeer his body to pursue him. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

Sarah pulled out a black satin gown and matching undergarments and heels, “this should impress every man there- I don’t care who they are.”

“Thanks Sarah!” Destiny said before changing into the clothes she left out.

Destiny faced David in the mirror, forcing him to see the ridiculous state that he’s become: a man in a dress with a huge cock bulge running up his torso and in between the fabricated tits equipped on him with the head running out the top and lodged firmly into his ever-swallowing mouth.

David tried to plead, “please! Stop this! This has gone too far!” But even if people were able to hear David, they would not be able to decipher his obstructed moans between the continuous gulps.

“Wow!” Sarah gleamed, “there’s not going to be a single man that’s going to be able to resist you at that party.”

“That’s what I’m counting on”