Kyle embraces the inevitable...

Little did the two newly minted bimbos realize, the massive orgasms they had both felt, had merely been the tip of the iceberg. Fading from conciousness, the last thing either "girl" could recall was absolute pleasure. As they drifted to sleep, that pleasure grew in their subconscious.

"So good..." thought Kyla as she lay semi-concious on the ground.

6 beers had done it. 6 measly beers and Kyle was no more. Now there was only Kyla, but something interesting had begun to occur. Kyle didn't seem to realize the severity of his current situation. Moreover, Kyle wasn't fighting it. Instead he seemed to be rather enjoying himself. A deep, secret part of Kyle had probably always known, but never admitted to himself, that the reason he was such a party animal, an alpha dog, the life of the party...was to hide his true self. His latent attraction to his best friend, his constantly chasing the unattainable bimbos he so longed to imitate. Were these feelings always here? Or were they a side effect of the bimbo beer, a residual acceptance of the persons current situation.

Either way, Kyla was in heaven. Or at least she thought it must be heaven. Where else would she be floating along in a cloud. Although she supposed she had never imagined the clouds being so...pink? No maybe this wasn't heaven. This was something better. Kyla floated through pink clouds, which smelled of strawberry and cotton candy and rainbows. Her brain was exploding. It was the most amazing sensation of her short existence.

Every cell of her body began to tingle and Kyla began to giggle. A deep guttural giggle, starting low, slowly, and gradually, building higher and higher...louder and louder, more manic...was she laughing or screaming or did it even matter? She didn't care, she had never felt so good. Kyle/Kyla whichEVER person currently inhabiting the body of this blonde bombshell, had long since stopped any form of resistance and was now mesmerized by this new revelation.

As her laughter crescendoed, the pink clouds engulfed her and the world got brighter and brighter. She began to cum, rapidly and in succession, each more devastating than the last. Her body a rag doll, floating through the endless clouds, she never stood a chance. As her last coherent thoughts coalesced, Kyla had come to a realization, one which left her calm and giddy and eager and terrified. She needed this, she could never go back. Even as Kyle she had been endlessly searching for this unknown feeling. An absolute loss of inhibitions. Pleasure thrumming out all rational thought. Nothing else matters, just the here and now and getting fucked. Getting fucked by big, hard cocks.

As the scene unfolded in Kyla's mind, her body lay **** on the floor, mere meters from the kitchen. The cumshot (if you could call it that, tsunami would have been more appropriate) had been the catalyst after all. Once David's semen had touched her tastebuds, Kyle was lost. The semen hit her lips like the strongest **** known to man. David was shocked himself, after all he had only been sent to figure out the logistics of this stuff and had stumbled into what he considered to be the deal of a lifetime.

Kyla's body lay in the hall, cum dripping down her chin, overflow from the massive amounts she had eagerly consumed before passing out, perfectly spherical tits sticking up pert and perky, platinum blonde hair splayed across the floor. She would forever have a longing for cum. A desire. A hopeless addiction. And Kyle had always been one to indulge the more addictive aspects of his personality. The pair together seemed like a match made in heaven.

As Kyle bid farewell to the world of the suckers and dove head first the bliss that was Kyla's existence, an idea crept into Kyla's mind. She wanted this to be permanent. She wanted more cum. She wanted lots of cum from lots of cocks. She needed more! and to get more she needed more bimbo beer. Even her simple mind, floating through pink bliss, was smart enough to comprehend what needed to be done.

As Kyla's eyes fluttered open, there was no time to pout. Nope, no time to pout. Unnoticed by her friends just feet away, Kyla, with surprising catlike agility (likely attributed to her tight and toned physique) began to creep her way towards the living room. She had realized that more was better than less and to get more she would need more bimbo beer...and the remainder of the 12 pack was just sitting there on the couch, forgotten about, and all hers... "more"she whispered in aw as she crept closer, cum dripping from her face tothe floor,... "more..."