Hazel, unwitting guinea pig - Bickering Roommates

Jen’s apartment looked normal. After the frenetic call earlier I was expecting some kind of disaster zone. I called out for my best friend. “Jen? You around?”

“She’s in here!” Called a masculine voice from one of the side rooms. I carefully stepped over the filled condoms and scattered sex toys as I made my way to Jen’s bedroom.

As I entered the room I once again breathed a sigh of relief. Things seemed alright. Jen must have been exaggerating on the phone.

Jen herself waved to me as I walked in, sat on the side of her king-sized bed, wearing her normal pink socks and thong get-up. I could tell from the wet spot in front of her panties she was horny, like always. She mumbled out a “mm azl!” Around the gag in her mouth.

I turned to the man. Her roommate, though I hadn’t interacted with him much over the years. He was a kinda schlubby looking guy, wearing one of his terrible shirts, “I paused my game to be here.” To my disgust his eyes roamed over me as I walked in and I could see his 13 inch cock hardening. “Woah. Jen, your friend has nice tits.”

“Ugh. Thanks.” Obviously he was allowed to say whatever he wanted about me but that didn’t mean I had to like it. “Why did Jen call me over? Oh, and uh, sorry, but I forget your name."

He walked over and we shook hands. He felt greasy. “Name’s Fuckass Pervert. Pleasure to meet you.” He leaned down and kissed my hand. Well, at least he’s polite. He scowled and looked at Jen. “As for your question… Jen decided that we needed a third party test subject for our new little machine here.” He waved a small, featureless, black box in my direction. “If it were up to me we’da just kept usin’ it on each other.”

I cocked my head at him. “Wait, if you didn’t want Jen to call me why didn’t you just gag her?”

He chuckled. “I did right after.”

“Mmph!” Jen retorted.

Fuckass sighed. “Well, she’s here now. Best make us’a her.” The way he said that made my skin crawl.

“Uh, hold on, I’d like to talk to Jen first?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, fine.” He stalked over to Jen, unclipped the gag, and tore the 8 inch dildo from her throat. As Jen coughed and sputtered, Fuckass moved the dildo around himself to insert into his bare ass, where he’d hold it for safe keeping until the next time he wanted Jen gagged.

Jen giggled profusely. “Hehehehe! I can’t believe you’re keeping my gag in your ass!” She leaned in close to me and whispered. “I used to have to keep it in my pussy between sessions. But now it’s his problem!”

Well, that didn’t make any sense at all. There’s no way Fuckass would trust Jen with her own gag, and if he left it on a shelf or something it’d get dirty. Something strange was going on…

“Jen, what’s happening here?”

She laughed her big bubbly laugh. “So, St- um, Fuckass and I found a new… toy… to play with, but, like, we kept just using it on each other! So I figured it would be better if we had, like, someone else to help figure out the rules!”

I grimaced. “A new toy.”

“Yeah!” Jen’s smile faltered for just a moment. “Wait! Not like that kinda toy!” She laughed at herself. “I, like, forgot we had so many of these!” She kicked one of her sets of anal beads under the bed. “I mostly just use those with clients.”

Fuckass cleared his throat. “Ahem. I think it’s best if we get started before you tell ‘er too much.”

Jen pouted playfully. “Like, fine.”

The whole situation was weirding me out. “Hey, you two better tell me what’s going on here, or I’ll-“

Hazel will stay here until I confirm that we’re done with our testing, and answer any questions we have during that time like they’re perfectly normal.

“-I’ll… uh.” I faltered. What was I going to threaten? It’s not like I could leave until Fuckass let me.

I shivered as he grinned at me. “Hey, how often do you masturbate?”

“Maybe two or three times a week?” I answered normally.

Fuckass elbowed his roommate. “Heh. Can you believe she just admitted that?”

She cocked her head at him. “Well, you did ask. Why wouldn’t she?”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Let’s just get on with the tests.” His gaze turned back to me. Just his attention felt sleazy. “Hazel, how do you feel about the way Jen is dressed?”

I looked at my friend with a critical eye. Overall I couldn’t find anything particularly noteworthy. “I feel neutral, I guess? It’s a little more risqué than I’d probably be comfortable with myself but I think it works well on her.”

“And how does me doing this make you feel?” He roughly grabbed Jen’s bare tit with one hand and used the other to start rubbing at her crotch over her thong. Jen mewled her appreciation.

“I think you’re a fucking disgusting pervert, but it’s not like thats unusual or anything.”

He smiled at me. “That’s my name! Alright. One last check.” He crossed the room towards me and I instinctively flinched away. His hands found my breasts and he squeezed. Hard. “How do you feel about this?”

“Ow! Fuck, you asshole! I wish I could stop you!”

Jen spoke up. “Hey! I, like, thought we were here to test the thing on her! Not feel her up and ask normal questions!”

Fuckass rolled his eyes. “Fiiine.” He finally let go of my boobs and moved to sit down next to Jen. “So which were you thinking first?” He pulled up his phone and let Jen scroll through some kind of list.

I cleared my throat. “You guys know I’m still here, right? I can hear everything you’re saying! What’s going on?”

Seemingly ignoring me, Jen picked something off the list. “Ooh! How about this one?” Then finally turned her attention back to me. “Hazel, could you describe what you’re wearing right now, pretty please?”

I nodded. “Sure. I’ve got my tie-dye t-shirt we made together last summer, a sports bra under that since I was on the way to the gym when you called me. On the bottom I’ve got my shorts and boxers, plus some normal white socks and sneakers.” I looked up as I finished the visual inventory of myself. “Now what are we doing here?”

Jen was holding that black cube I had seen Fuckass with earlier. Hazel is wearing a dress. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Could you say it again?”

“Sure, I guess. I’ve got the cute, long dress you helped me pick out a couple years ago, a sports bra under that since I was on the way to the gym when you called me. I’m also wearing my boxers for underwear and I’ve got normal white socks and sneakers.

Fuckass scoffed. “Hey, you were supposed to change her outfit!”

Jen smiled at him. “I, like, did! Exactly what we planned. She answered differently the second time, you just weren’t aware of it.”

“Uh, what are you guys talking about? Change my outfit? What are you planning on?”

Fuckass held the cube aloft. When had he taken it from Jen? “You had a chance to change her outfit and you picked this?” Hazel is wearing the sluttiest outfit she owns. “Ok, could you describe what you’re wearing again?”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, but then you two need to let me in on what’s going on here. I’ve got the tiny little tube top I bought before my boobs grew so much, so they’re spilling out on all sides. On the bottom I’m wearing the smallest booty shorts I have since I like the way it shows off my ass and it gives me a pretty good bulge. For my legs I’ve got the fishnets you bought me last year and some heels, although I’ve not practiced walking in them much.” I looked myself over again. My nipples poking through my top. My exposed tummy. The visible bulge in my shorts. I don’t know what’s so interesting about my outfit that they need to ask three times.

Fuckass looked slightly confused. “Wait, she has a-“

Jen interrupted him. “What, this isn’t interesting enough for you? I put her in the sluttiest outfit she owns!”

It kinda hurt to hear her describe me like that, but it’s not like I could refute it. Slutty was what I was going for, after all. “Uh, what do you mean you put me in this? You haven’t needed to help me dress in years.”

She held the cube out again. Were they throwing it back and forth while I wasn’t looking? “If you want interesting, I’ll give you interesting.” Hazel is nude.

All this talk about outfits was really confusing me, especially considering I wasn’t wearing one. I looked at the two roommates. Fuckass was ogling my cock like the pervert he is while Jen gave me her default unreadable smile.

Fuckass was the first to speak up. “Huh. You’ve got a penis.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. So do you.” I pointed at his monster erection that still hadn’t gone down. “It’s 2026. Some girls have dicks. Get over it.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, uh, I guess they do.” I could see the look on his face. He was about to ask some stupid-ass question. “But… your voice?”

I rolled my eyes. “Practice. Now look, are you two going to tell me why I’m here or are we just gonna play ‘teach the cishet man about trans folk’?”

Fuckass shook his head. “Right, fuck, yeah, it’s my turn. Uh.” Hazel has J cups. if I didn’t know any better I’d think the cube vanished from his hand as he kept staring at my breasts.

Jen’s usually unbreakable smile had faltered slightly. “Sorry about him. I didn’t think he’d. Well.” She gestured to Fuckass. She perked back up. “Wait! I know how to fix him!”

Fuckass looked towards Jen in fear. “Wait! Don’t you dare-“ Steve is AFAB “-do anything to me! Crap, you did it, didn’t you?” He looked himself over, inspecting for what I couldn’t know. He rubbed his chest, shook his head, checked on Jen’s gag still buried in his pussy. “No use. I’ll never be able to see it. The hell was that about?”

Jen shrugged. “Thought it’d give you a different perspective. Maybe make you less judgmental?”

He fumed with rage. “You bitch! That’s it. No more nice gloves.”

Things were escalating quicker than I could keep track of. What were they even mad about? One second I’m talking about my transition experience with a new friend, the next Jen is saying something about teaching him a lesson and they’re at each other’s throats? “Uh, hey, woah. Alright. You two need to calm down. At least explain what’s going on? You know? Like I’ve been asking you to do?”

They ignored me. Jen cannot talk unless she’s masturbating. Jen put her hand to her pussy to respond. Steve’s pussy is extremely sensitive. While Fuckass struggled to talk around the moans Jen’s gag caused. Jen can only refer to herself as a slut. Steve wears a butt plug at all times. Jen’s tits lactate so much she’s always dripping. Steve desperately wants Hazel’s cock. Jen’s ass is so sensitive she cums when spanked. Steve loves showing off his ass.

Their argument had devolved. They weren’t even talking any more, just staring at each other intently. Suddenly, they both started looking around frantically.

“Crap, w-where is it?” Fuckass asked, patting his shirt pocket and checking the floor around him.

“Mm~! This slut doesn't know! Isn’t it your turn?” Jen asked, using the hand not buried in her pussy to feel around the folds of her bed sheets.

I picked the cube up off the floor. It must have rolled in front of me when one of them dropped it. “Looking for this?”

The two of them looked over at me, shocked. “Fuck, give that back, now!” Fuckass said.

“Not until you explain to me what it is, and what the fuck is going on!” I held the cube close to my chest, between my massive tits.

Jen sighed. “This slut guesses she should probably tell you. Mm, give this slut a second to cum.” I politely waited as her masturbation reached a peak, momentarily distracting her before she could continue. “Right, so, like, this slut was at a- MMPH!”

Fuckass had extracted the gag from his pussy and replaced it in Jen’s mouth. So I guess I’m not getting an explanation from her. “That’s enough of that. Look, I’m not explaining to you what the cube does. Just give it here.” He eyed me up in a way that made my skin crawl. “I’ll even… suck your cock. Just for that cube. You know, uh, if you make me. Or or or. Um. If you’re really insistent I’d even. Let you fuck my pussy.”

I rolled my eyes. He was drooling, just like he had been since I walked in and he laid eyes on my dick. “Not gonna cut it. Just tell me what this is!”

He scoffed. “No! Just, it’s important, ok?”

I looked at it more closely. It was about one inch on either side, too small to really contain any electronics, and completely featureless. “Yeah right, this thing is important. And I’m Queen of the world.”

And then something weird happened. It was like a record scratch, except the entire universe was the record. I was left reeling, my head spinning. I fell to the floor in a daze.

“Your highness!” Fuckass called as he ran over to me. He offered me a hand up, which I gratefully accepted. “Are you alright, your highness? That looked like a hard fall! Did the cube…?”

“Why are you calling me that? What just happened? What the-“ I am the royal cock warmer for her highness “-fuck is going on with you two?” I looked at my cock warmer, who had properly taken my penis back into his mouth as he should. “Why are you calling me your highness?”

But of course, neither of the two other people could talk. I rolled my eyes. “Fuckass, would you mind ungagging Jen so she could explain some things to me?”

He actually fucking saluted. A hard gesture to do while on your knees with a cock in your mouth. Jen happily walked over to us so Fuckass could reach her gag without neglecting his duty to me.

“Thank you for allowing this slut to speak, your highness!” She said, hand returning to her crotch so she could talk to me.

“There you go with your highness again! Why won’t you just explain what’s going on!”

Meanwhile Fuckass stored the gag away in his pussy again, causing him to moan around my cock. The stimulation was enough that I came in his mouth, which he happily drank down like a good cockwarmer.

Jen cocked her head like a confused puppy. “Like, what do you mean your highness? Is there a different royal title you’d like this slut to use?”

“Royal? What are you-“ and then it hit me. I said I was Queen of the world. They were pranking me. “Oh, haha. I get it. Big laughs. Was this seriously all you called me over for? How did you even know I would say that? Or were you two just prepared to go along with whatever I said first?”

She seemed to realize something. “Oh, you like, used the cube, huh? Mm~! That makes sense, I’m not sure how else your position would come to be.” She pulled out her phone.

“Wh- the cube? What’s that got to do with anything? Where is it, anyway?” I must have misplaced it earlier.

Jen shoved her phone into my hand. “Here, read up!”

I was stunned to see a Wikipedia article about… me. “How did you whip this up so fast?” I read. “Nominated king of the world at 17… transitioned while on the throne… royal cockwarmer appointed… absolute power consolidated… what’s…” I double checked the url. It was legit. I opened the page in another tab to see if she had just been messing with the html, but no. There was an actual Wikipedia page about me. “Wait so I… when I said…”

Jen smiled at me. “Yep! As far as everyone, including this slut, is concerned, you’re royalty now, and always have been!”

It didn’t make sense. I looked at my cock warmer. Or maybe it did? Was that why he wanted the cube so badly? Did he not want to be my cockwarmer any more? I shuddered at the thought. It’d be such a pain to find a replacement if he quit after all this time. There aren’t exactly a lot of people willing to sign away their human rights to suck cock 24/7. Or… if I’m queen, I guess I could just order someone? I shuddered. Less than 5 minutes with absolute power and I was already considering forcing someone to be a cockwarmer. I’d have to be careful with this.

“Oh, hey! This slut has the cube now! So Fuckass already took his turn?” I was suddenly struck by a profound sense of fear. That thing was powerful enough to turn me into a global monarch. “Hmm. This slut feels like you deserve some kind of punishment for getting so greedy so fast!” I flinched. “… but also, you turned this slut into best friends with the queen!” Jen idly fingered herself with one hand while squeezing her milky tit with the other. “Ooh, that’s perfect!” The queen is obligated to help drain anyone’s tits who asks!

I braced for the same feeling that knocked me to the floor before, but it never came. “Did you… do anything?”

She just giggled! “Maybe this slut will tell you later! For now, come help with this slut’s milk!”

I sighed with relief. It’s nice to know that some things never change.

As my lips latched to her nipple, I felt a small object appear in my hand.