The condom holds.

"Yessss OOH fuck YIPYIP yesss MOAN make SNNRT me OOOOH your UNHUHUH sissy EEEE bimboi AAH biiiiiiitch!" You scream out senselessly as Drew pumps what feels like an ocean's worth of cum inside you, but somehow, the dam don't burst. Your eyes roll in the back of your head and you cum like a fountain as you have an euphoric epileptic fit, hanging off your friend flopping wildly in midair.

"Uhm...it didn't break dude." Drew sits you down on the couch and pulls out of you. He gives you a more than friendly kiss and has to hold you back as you return it hungrily. Your body is still quivering from climatic aftershocks and you feel a vague fear about the crashing come down after such a heady high. Maybe if you never stop fucking, you won't have to worry if you are gay or a girl or something else entirely. Unfortunately for you, your friend pulls you away, panting, "Whoa...whoa. Just...whew give me a second to catch my breath. You should probably drink something to stay hydrated."

You stumble off the couch, feeling to weak and legs to wobbly to walk, but crawling comes naturally enough. Your ass instinctively arches and sways hypnotically behind you as you make your way to the mini fridge and open a White Claw. "Oh...I meant maybe water but I guess...and it's gone." Drew sounds surprised as you pound down the drink and then immediately start in on another. "Uh...Brian? Are you okay? I mean...if you want to talk about this we can. I'm your friend and we can talk about...dude slow down! That's three in a row!"

You finish your third and the saying holds true, it is the charm. You don't want to talk about what you just did or what you just screamed. You want to get fucked up, get fucked, suck on a joint, then hit Drew's joint, fool around and then fool around and never once have to worry about what it means. And if during one of those times the condom should break, then the decision would be taken out of your hands.

"Brian...Brian! Wait! We NNH should talk AAH about this...we...oh OOOOH fuck just keep sucking..." Drew's objection's die on his lips as your wrap around his shaft. Soon he is back up to full size and his libido is back in the driver's seat. You slide a fresh wrapper down his swollen salami and begin working on your efforts to deep throat his cock, getting further and further each time you sputter and stall out. You're mind feels sluggish and muddy, which suits you fine because you are in a filthy mood. Your cheeks are flushed and shiny with spit, your eyes lost and lusty, but your lips are smiling stretched around Drew's throbbing tool.

Drew is getting into the spirit of things. He cock walks you over to the fridge and starts pounding drinks himself. He moans down at you gutturally, "Gonna GRR be my little party slut? Want me MOAN to dress you up in some of my sissy NNGH conquests' panties like the boi AAH in the video? Want me to call you Brandi and make OOH out with you until you melt?" His tipsy tirade tips you over the edge, you kiss your way up his body and when you reach his lips, you suck them harder than you did his cock. He returns the favor with interest, fucking your mouth with his tongue harder than he fucked your ass. You stumble backwards, spit swapping and soul kissing as he leads you to his bed and sets you down, breaking the kiss to toss you a semen stained silk thong and a ratty pair of fishnets.

"Call mmmeee Brandi and I'm dressh up prettey for you," you slur as you slip into the lewd lingerie. "Kisssh muh and I'ma fugg yew," you stand to kiss your friend and fall back giggling. "Fugg me an' I'm love yew." You look up at your beautiful bimboi friend, a paragon of masculinity, confident and cocky and deliciously domimant, even with a pinup's face and a pornstar's proportions. You look over and see yourself in the closet mirror, the platonic ideal of femininity, yielding and yearning and submissively surrendering, despite your male body. You would struggle with the paradox if you weren't so blazed and bombed and boned and begging to get buttfucked.

"Okay, Brandi! Just remember you asked for it." Drew drapes his body over your, his heavy breasts pinning your body down as his tongue does the same to yours. You spread your legs wide and wrap them around his waspish waist as he aims his condom covered cock up against your gaping hole. Drew tries to start slow, set a mood, maybe even make love, but you are too greedy for the good stuff, and you pull him inside you with your legs as you push up into him with your hips. "Sexy SLURP fucking SHHLP slut! You MMPH want to NNG get NNF fucked fast? I can MOAN fuck fast!"

Drew drives his long cock inside you in one savage thrust, sending a weak stream of semen into your silky panties. He pulls out just as suddenly and plunges back into the hilt faster than you can pant in pleasure. Soon he is bottoming out in you over and over in the space of seconds, his mouth moaning against yours and his hands roaming all over your body, grasping and groping and making you wish you had a bimboi body for him to play with. He seems to be more than satisfied with your small, slightly feminine frame especially if his frantic thrusts and nonstop moans mean anything.

"Fuck MOAN me EEE breed NNH me AAH break me WHIMPER make YIP me SNRRT your NNG girl!" You babble blissfully and brainlessly as Drew drives away any lingering doubts with his powerful pistoning python. You are way too fucked up to keep track of how many orgasms he has railed into you, losing count at a 'gabillion'. You want him to fuck you forever. You want him to make you his girl from the inside out. When he finally erupts, you want his ejaculate to explode his condom and seal your sissy fate.

"NnnGGgh FUUUUCK YEEEEEEESSSSSS!" Drew keeps pounding as his prick pumps thick gooey gushes into his rubber. You pound back on him, hoping to pop his cum balloon and complete your transformation, but the levy holds and he pulls out with a sigh. "That was...amazing." Drew kisses you and rolls off of you onto his back. After he catches his breath, he says, "You know, it seems like you were kind of disappointed that the condom didn't burst. I mean, I'm not comfortable infecting you in your current condition, but if you still want to fool around without the condom in the morning, we can talk about it."

You give him a withering look and crawl out of bed, already looking for another rubber. "Sssshush! Ima not a sisssssy. Juss wanna pardy is all. Whassamatta? Yew cann hang?" You slink back to Drew who is still dazed and winded and begin sucking his beautiful balls. He shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the way the party is headed, but you stay locked on his nuts like a lusty lampry. Even if he does want to take the high road and not infect you when you are high and drunk and horny, his bimbug infected body is not so chivalrous and his rod is soon rising and rigid and ready for round three.

"Thatssss...not...fair," it's Drew's turn to slur his words now. Less from drunkenness and more from desire. You feel guilty for using his disease's drive to spread infection against his nobler wishes, or you would if you were capable of feeling anything other than a humiliating hunger and a need to be blissfully, blamelessly bimbofied. You slide on another prophylactic on Drew's cock and slide your ass down it again, as he lies helplessly humping up into you. You keep telling yourself...third times the charm...third times the charm...third times the charm...