The New Jess

There was a long moment of suffocating, oppressive silence as everyone beheld the newest situation. My eyes were glued to the monstrous drooling appendage that now hung between my wife’s legs. A pool of precum began to gather on dusty floorboards beneath her. My own, identical cock began to twitch at the sight.

“What...the...FUUUCK!”

Jess’ scream was so sudden that it jolted me out of my daze and a moment later I was up and taking her into my arms, checking her carefully for any other injury or change.

“Babe, are you ok?” I looked into her eyes, pupils dilated and moving around the room like a frightened rodent. “Babe?”

Her focus settled onto me and there was a flash of humanity. “Ben? What’s happening?” Her cock twitched and rubbed against my leg, coaxing a groan of pleasure from her, “oh god...fuck, I feel hot.” She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks redddening, “I’m burning up...”

“You’re...you’re sick Jess,” I tried to explain, gently caressing her face and trying to appear calmer than I was. “You’re sick, but we can fix you.”

By this point I could feel a damp patch on my pant leg as her precum began to splash around. How the fuck could this have happened? I get that magic was a thing...but my wife had sprouted a goddamned dick! The mother of my children had become a futa!

Mathers slowly made his way over to us, breathing heavily with a stricken look on his face. He gave my wife a once over and shuddered in horror. “This is ...atrocious,” he lamented, “this is exactly why we needed to perform the ritual in isolation!” He gestured to my wife’s new organ, “this is an abomination that goes against the natural order!”

I glared at him. “Yeah, I get that it’s freaky, but stop bitching and start helping. Isn’t there anything we can do?”

“The two of you share the curse now,” He frowned as though this was a bother I had forced upon him, “So I’ll need to reconfigure the ritual so that you are both drained of its essence.”

“Well we’re both here,” I growled, “so why don’t you get to it, because the sooner we do this, the sooner this shit is done with.”

Jess pressed herself against me, nuzzling my neck with her tits rubbing against my chest. Slowly she began to grind herself against my leg. “Baby,”she whispered, her voice thick with lust, “I need to cum.” She uttered it like it was her deepest secret, then she looked up at me with hungry eyes, “I need to fuck...”

Despite myself, my own cock was starting to harden at her words. There was a part of me that wanted to fuck her, to pin her down and fuck in and out of her tight pussy while her futa dick bounced up and down covering her with her own thick cum. There was a novelty to the idea of seeing my wife as a mutated, sex craved whore and what a pregnant futa might look like.

But there was also the simple fact that Jess was the woman I loved. She was the mother of my children and my soulmate. My life was better because of her presence and I don’t think I could let her be consumed by this curse.

“Don’t worry Jess,” I kissed her forehead, “we’re going to fix this.”

She didn’t seem pleased with my answer.

“Guys,” Emma’s voice called, as she peeked into the room. “Is everything sorted out?”

Like a feral animal Jess tore herself from my grasp and dashed over to the other woman with a look of pure and savage lust. Her dick bounced, hard and happy to see a pussy to fuck.

Oh shit..