Not quite...

You wake up with a start, rushing to the mirror, praying that you have changed back. You breathe a sigh of relief. You see your same short hair...maybe slightly longer, your same feminine features...maybe a little softer, your same reddish skin...maybe a little pinker, your same flat chest...maybe your nipples a little puffier, your same smooth stomach...maybe a little smaller, and your pretty little hairless pussy...WHAT?!

You have a CUNT?! What are you going to do?! Everything else changed back...why not your cock?! You start to panic, all your doubts from yesterday feeling a lot less sexy and kinky and a lot more soul chilling. If you can't change back, you're a sitting duck with a target on your back! And now you're so scared your mixing metaphors like a baker with a literature degree. The thing that scares you the most, is how bad you want...no NEED to get fucked right now.

It's like your pussy is slowly waking up and it's ready to STRETCH. Your treacherous tail slides up to caress your cunny and your harlot hips grind wetly along its length. You remember all too well how much bettererer it felt than anything you ever imagined, and how much bestestest it felt when a real cock was breeding and seeding you. Before you know it, your skin blushes pink all over and you begin to shift and swell and soften. You close your eyes and try to imagine yourself studly, but your tail takes your confusion as an invitation and slides between your soft, sticky lips...

You open your eyes and see yourself sinking deeper on your tail, falling to your knees as it fills you so full that you can see its outline in your soft stomach. Your tongue lolls, drooling its lusty spittle onto your breasts. You watch yourself knead them until they get slippery and shiny and your nipples get so hard and thick...like little cocks. The moment you have the thought your lips are sucking one while your tongue wraps around the other...tasting and groping it and spewing pink spurts from its tip.

You can't believe how hot you are...you know you should stop...but you are seducing yourself...your tail starts picking up pace, pistoning hard and hungry inside you while your hips buck and suck and cum until betterer and bettererer explodes euphorically into bestestest and bestestestest! Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your tail and tongue cover you in more pink goo which your bitchy body greedily absorbs...

That's when a lone thought comes screaming back to you...if you get fucked too much, submit too often...absorb too much cum...you could be stuck like this forever! You try to compose yourself, willing your tongue back in your mouth. You try to tell your tail to stop fucking you, but its not listening...or just not taking orders. You have to pull it out by your hands, moaning and shuddering as you struggle with every inch. You finally manage to free it with a wet PLOP and you give it a hard SMACK that sends waves of pain throbbing through you. Your tail, at least, responds to that and goes limp and lays on the floor.

You are on your knees, pink and panting and wondering what to do next. Jaime is the only one you can turn to, but apparently he sleeps like the dead. You need to wake him up and get him to help you. The only question is, how "friendly" should you be when you wake him up? You do want to give him a reason to help you, but the "nicer" you are, the more you risk never being able to change back.