The Penetrated Man

The account in the book went on for more pages, at least it seemed to, but by then I knew my character needed to truly understand the story. And so, I began to write my character into a parallel of the Isis character. I also, within the story, picked up the doll representing my wife, and moved Florez into the locked room.

“Don’t scream,” I said. But, of course, having been specifically not to do something, she did exactly that. One look at the breathing, but **** body of my mistress, now proudly displaying her hard penis, and Florez screamed.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“That’s not important,” I told her, and quickly pressed her hands to my new, large breasts. “But we need to revive her.”

“How?” she asked. I pointed to The Compleat Egyptian System of Mythology, as though that would answer the question. Florez raised her eyebrows. “We need to breathe life into her.”

“Okay,” my wife said, “do you know CPR?”

I shook my head.

“Then how--”

“As you must have guessed, we’re living in a world of magic,” my fictional self said. “We need to think like Gods. After all, everything I have done with the dollhouse has happened.”

“Well, tell me what to do,” demanded Florez.

“I’ll show you,” I said, and sank down to the carpet. I crawled over to the body of my mistress, and slowly cupped my way up to her new, hard member. “Join me in this,” I instructed my wife, as I began to lick the shaft. Tears were in her eyes, and a small glint of jealousy, but she did as I asked, and as our tongues entwined, the penis grew harder. Then, I pushed Florez away and began to take the penis into my mouth. I pushed it far down in my throat, motioning for Florez to suckle on the testicles, until a warm fluid shot into my mouth and Miss Gilda shot straight up into consciousness.

She looked down at the modification for her body and began to cry.

“Why?” she asked, tears strolling down her face, “why would you do this to me?”

“Because I need to experience this,” I said, lying. “I thought it would help me be able to build better toys.”

“You have to change us back!” she demanded. But I shook my head.

“Not until I try what I need to try.”

“And what’s that,” asked my wife, just about to break into a truly strong show of righteous anger. I opened my mouth to answer her, but the look on her face told me that I should not attempt to make my case just then. I needed to remove her from the room, and Miss GIlda as well. My eyes glanced at the dollhouse. Their eyes followed, and saw the carving kit, as well as the dolls. We all three lunged for the house, nearly knocking it over. But I was the victor, and quickly swapped my wife and mistress with my friend Roman, whose doll-body had inspired this dream to begin with.

Before I turned my attention to my friend and intended sexual partner, I made sure to place the two ghost dolls in the room with Florez and Miss Gilda. That would keep them busy, I thought. I slinked over to my friend and draped myself over his shoulder.

“You don’t usually touch--” he started to say, but I redirected him, and **** his hand to touch my buttocks. I realised then that I had left my own ass in place, and wished I had remembered to add that features when editing the dolls into a new reality.

“Oh, but I want you to touch me today,” I said. “Don’t you like my tits? Go on, do what you want to with them.”

As he looked down at my new breasts, I quickly stuffed my hands into his pants and grabbed his penis. I felt it becoming hard.

“But you’re a male,” he protested.

“Not today, best friend. Today I’m a woman for you,” I said. And with that, I used my freehand to help Roman remove my shirt for a better view. He moaned softly as I lecked his neck, especially his adam’s apple, and bit his ear with a gentle nibble. His hands removed my pants as well, and soon he had me leaned back against the sofa, having knocked over the dollhouse-- a quick glance at which showed that Miss GIlda and Florez were enjoying the swapped parts, despite or indeed because of the ghosts surrounding them-- and began to penetrate me.

His hard shaft swelled within me. And then the story ends. I believe I either reached an orgasm, or could not think of how to move it forward father. Having reached the actual act of penetration, it seemed that the story need not go further. The build up to that moment was the portion that truly excited.