Vivian begs for the D

By 3 a.m., it was getting ridiculous.

By 5:30 a.m., Richard was sure of one thing: he never felt more pitiful or in pain than even when he was giving birth. At least then, he knew he had something to blame. Here, besides his own stupidity, there wasn't anyone else to blame.

By 6:00 a.m., he was sure of three things in life: Glass rods up the urethra would be painful, birth was next in line, and none of it mattered when he had one overwhelming desire to mate.

Richard picked up his phone and was just about to throw it against the wall when he got a text from Vivian, a simple text for him to call her as soon as he could get the message. Richard quickly dialed the number and she picked up on the second ring. "Hey, Viv..."

"I need you..." she moaned and then moaned again. "My fingers can't get me off, none of my fucking dildos work...I've dry-humped everything...fucking hell...please..."

Richard didn't even bother coming his hair or getting really dressed, figuring it would be off anyway, and after scribbling a note for his dad, he took his keys and hopped into the car. It was a quick 20 minute drive to her house but by the time he threw the car into park next to her van, he could feel his cock threatening to burst from his pants. It was incredibly tight and even standing up caused him to nearly tip over by the length and birth of the shaft tenting his pants. A reddish haze clouded his view and all his body seemed to be looking for, craving really, was a pliable woman to penetrate and cum inside.

The door was unlocked and he stepped in and immediately spotted Vivian sprawled on the floor, on her back, her hand rubbing inbetween her legs furiously and trying to put together more than moans. At least the person in front of him was supposed to be Vivian, though the young woman in front of him didn't look anything like the mid-40s woman. Hell, she would be hard-pressed to look 21 at this point.

"Viv?"

The woman looked up at him and whimpered, her eyes glued on his crotch and she tried to say something, anything, but all she could do was lean her head back in frustration and continued to finger herself. Richard closed the door behind him and immediately slipped off his clothes, dropping his pants to the floor and grabbed the changed woman in his hands, noticing how even lighter today she was from yesterday (and she was rather light to begin with). He immediately carried her to the bedroom and then tossed her onto the bed, she gasped slightly and spread her legs as wide as she could and strained to reach him. "I'm going to fuck you," he snarled and she nodded her head, reaching out and grasping him with the last bit of conscious energy she had.

"P-Please..." she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.