Chapter 1

“Are you ready? This is going to be a little weird.” Laying atop a naked woman was a naked man, his penis erect and aimed perfectly for her dripping vagina. She had a great blush on her face, shying away from the steely blue eyes above her, trying to make eye contact.

She tried to focus on something in the room, but her eyes made contact with the picture on the bedside table, showing two happy people hugging tightly while standing at the top of the Eiffel tower. Their mouths spread into massive grins, hair blowing this way and that. That was their honeymoon picture. The man there the same as the one atop her, who was feeling second thoughts as his partner stared at the picture.

The woman in the picture was not her, but rather her sister.

“Jeanette, are we doing this or not?” The sound of her name brought her eyes back to his. They looked unsure, a little hurt, but his cock had not wilted and he had even lowered himself a little, teasing her entrance with his bulbous head.

Jeanette took one more look at the picture, then steeled herself. “Do it, I’m ready. It’s for her, after all.”

Her hick voice lost its confident tone the second he pushed in, hilting himself into her pussy. He was a respectable seven inches, something most experienced city girls could take in their sleep. Something her sister was unhappy with.

For a country gal like Jeanette, however, a virgin who had lived on her family's farm for her whole twenty-six-year life, it was more than she’d ever had in her vagina. For Jeanette, who had only seen the penis of an animal before and still blushed every time she did, it was an entirely new sensation that made her eyes water and her mouth drool. For Jeanette, who would do anything for the sister that left home at fifteen to find her calling as an educated and respectable city girl, it was the biggest decision of her life.

“Do it, Peter! Do it already, I’m ready!” she cried, unable to even attempt hiding her farmhouse accent. She was going crazy, gripping the sheets of her sister, getting fucked on them by her husband, in their bed, in their room, in their house, with the knowledge that her sister got out of work at 4:30 and it was 4:15.

“Are you… are you sure…!?” Peter asked, one last time. He was barely holding on, this was the same pussy he fucked when he first met his wife, it was bringing up memories that made him feel both amazing and guilty, but he knew who he was really doing this for.

“Do it! Just do it already, you-!” whatever she was about to say would remain unsaid as it was replaced with a loud gasp, and several long, drawn-out moans.

Jeanette watched in ecstasy as her ass began fusing with Peters pelvis, their skin melding together. His cock no longer slid in and of her, it had attached to her vaginal canal, tugging the woman with him as he thrust involuntarily. She began losing feeling in her legs as they shriveled up, slowly disappearing into Peter. She kept her eyes glued on him, staring at his strained face as it grew larger and larger. She could no longer feel her hands, her arms, and her massive breasts sunk into the rest of her body as it smoothed out into a thick tube of flesh.

She was just barely holding a conscious thought, the absolute euphoria crawling around her mind in an effort to swallow it whole. She wondered what would happen if she gave in if she let his pleasure consume her. Perhaps she would truly become his cock, nothing more than the tube of meat he fucked his wife with, just a sexual organ between his legs to swing about while he lives his life.

She had always been jealous of her sister's husband, she thought he was sexy and kind, the perfect man, probably the same thing she thought when she began to meet him. Jeanette had begun texting him a few years ago, under the guise of testing him for his appropriateness for her sister, but in truth, she was tricking him into revealing all his secrets for her. She had finally gotten him to admit the size of his dick just a few weeks ago and used her trickery to get this set up.

Jeanette learned about her sister's fascination with large penises when they were children. Working the animal cages, she caught her sister in a stallions pen, her eyes glued to the penis that she’d no doubt teased from its sheath. She denied these allegations whenever brought up, but Jeanette berated her for it anyway, scolding her for the unacceptable thing she had done.

So this all led up to this moment, with the knowledge that her sister loved huge penises and that her husband would do literally anything to make her happy, Jeanette tricked him into having sex with her and turning her into his dick. She would hang between his legs as he cleaned up the sheets, swing around as he pulled out some champagne and set up a fast dinner, and be squished between his thighs as he had a lovely evening with his wife, her sister attending as the 12-inch cock bulging out his pants.

She looked up at Peter again, his face screwed up in preparation of cumming. His cum was making its way up her body, through his shaft and toward her open mouth. Her entire organ system had been replaced by spongy meat filled with his blood, and his urethra ran up through her new body, connected to her throat. She had already been able to taste the salty precum welling up at her lips, drooling down her lips and onto her cheek, quickly turning red as it smoothed out into the head of Peters cock.

TIme was slowed down for her mind as her brain began processing everything at a higher rate, something that happened when it thought the few seconds it had were the ones leading to the end, and it hoped to make a decision fast enough to save itself. Jeanette didn’t make a decision, then, she knew she was going to live through the spurt of cum seconds from spewing out of her mouth and onto Peter’s stomach.

She didn’t need this time to be scared, instead, she used it to enjoy the process, the final steps in her transformation into Peter’s dick. The tube of meat he masturbated with, the one that stank of musk occasionally, the one that he pissed out of, the one he used to shoot his hot seed into his wife. The one he only thought about for the sexual parts of his life and every other moment was as forgettable as the action of breathing. She was going to be that cock. She was that cock. She is that cock.

Her mouth opened wide, not of her own will, as Peter spewed his semen up into the air. He groaned, hand wrapped around his new massive cock, pumping it roughly as several more spurts of cum dropped unceremoniously onto his hand and stomach. Peter fell back onto the bed, panting, trying to run through the amazing thing he just did, and also the terrible guilt that was plaguing him. He covered his face for a moment before groaning and sitting up, having forgotten he just came all over his hand. His brain made the connection, and he looked down to see his new cock.

At the tip, his foreskin wrapped cutely around her new thick neck like a fleshy scarf, was Jeanette’s head. Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at Peter, and her mouth, leaking his creamy semen, formed into a shaky smile. He was so amazingly intrigued by the sight, he didn’t notice when his foreskin started moving up, covering her face She closed her eyes, letting it happen, his new cock slowly shrinking down to 8 inches, a bit of spunk still dribbling out of the hole in his foreskin.

When he pulled the skin back to wipe it up his cum with a paper towel and perhaps speak with the remnants of Jeanette, she was gone. His cock was just as it was before, the glans a light lavender color that easily squashed between his fingers, urging out a little more cum from his cock hole. From Jeanette's new mouth.

He was forced to let out a little moan as a surge of pleasure swathed through him, the beginning of which began at his new cock. He saw it rise to half mast, the foreskin peeling back a bit, and realized it was just from him touching his glans. He felt a sort of presence in his mind, as well, one that awakened more when he touched himself. He grabbed the shaft of his cock, teasing it into a full erection, and grinned.

“Jeanette? Are you still there?” he asked his throbbing cock, watching it surge in the affirmative. The presence in the back of his mind grew as well, begging him to use her, jack her off and get her to blow his load all over again.

She was going insane, blood pumping into her new form, the taste of his cum still on her lips, and the nerve endings in his cock all attached to the small section of his brain she was inhabiting, building her to orgasm by just sitting there erect. She loved being his cock, the feeling, the experience, and the sight of him smiling as he looked down at her, at his own cock!

He let out a small chuckle, and let go of her. She was confused and sad, desperate to play more. He seemed to feel this but still did nothing. “I’ve got to get ready for my wife, your sister, to get home. I’ve still got to make us a dinner and clean up.” He said this while pulling up his underwear, right to his pelvic line and letting the waist snap on Jeanette.

She watched in sadness as her new form slowly wilted, Peter wiping up his spunk, cleaning her face - his glans - and her body - his shaft - and finally his own stomach, for which he had to use two towels, not including the first. Once he was finished, Jeanette was sufficiently soft enough for him to manhandle her into her new home, tucked away in his underpants. She rested on his balls, equally expanded to the size of golf balls and now as clean shaven as she was when he turned her into them. She could almost hear them creating new semen, and the idea of them having a baby while she was Peter’s dick was making her excited. She was squirming in his pants at the thought of impregnating her sister as a part of her husband, and it was making Peter rather curious about what was going on.

He did not get hard from her sexual fantasy, he could only feel the cock winding herself up in the farthest section of his mind. She was not in control of him past the ability to squirm a little, twitch a muscle or two. So even when she was horny, which was almost all the time now that she was a man's penis, she did not arouse her host, completely at his whim. He decided when she got release, he decided when she got to play, he decided if he wanted to stop playing. She was nothing to him except his new and exciting plaything and would use her as he saw fit. Any other time she would hang between his legs, or be scrunched up in his musky underwear, waiting for him to want to use her.

And that was making her squirm even harder.

While Peter got ready, putting on a suit and pants (squishing Jeanette even tighter into his underwear), he let himself enjoy the squirming in his pants, even allowing himself a semi-erection to let his cock enjoy herself. He ran his hand along the massive bulge, so blown away by his new size. At half mast, she made twice the bulge his normal cock made while as hard as he could ever be. While taking the steak out of the oven, he couldn’t help but start to tease her.

“You know, I hate to say this but you make an excellent cock.” He bent over, crushing her between his thighs and his stomach.

“I might even say you make a better dick than a woman!” He stood straight, carrying the two slabs of meat out of the oven and to the counter, feeling her rub between his legs.

“I mean, you work on a farm, right? I’m sure you must have been building yourself for this moment. Just molding yourself into the perfect cock supplement.” He walked to the bathroom, checking himself one more time, enjoying the slapping of his dick against his balls.

“I’m not sure many people would notice if you went missing for… well, let’s give it a few days at the least? It’s no rush, you could just see how you enjoy it, swinging between my legs, nothing but my giant cock as I go about my day.” He finished prepping, garnering the table and laying out the silverware, sitting down to make sure everything looked perfect. More importantly, to feel Jeanette crushed under his ass, his dick being squished under one thigh as he slid back and forth, just to get a feel for it.

“Hell, I might just keep you! After all, you enjoy being there, swinging from my pelvis like a good little cock. How do you like that, then? I’ll keep you as my penis forever, letting you spend the rest of my life as my favorite toy. To suit my every whim, when I’m masturbating, when I’m having a wet dream, when I’m fucking my wife, you’ll get to experience it all first hand. Front row seats to my sexuality, my erections and ejaculations will be the most interesting times in your new life, and they will all focus on me. Your new home is between my legs, dangling as my beautiful cock!”

Jeanette would have come to orgasm at least a dozen times if she were able, but was kept at the cusp of bliss, her mouth leaking pre-ejaculate. Peter had been unable to keep her soft, and she had been filled with his blood, pressing tightly on his pants as she slid through one leg and strained against the fabric. She was so long not even half of her was still in his underwear, her throbbing, hot body rubbing against the toned flesh of his thigh, and her leaking head almost touching his knee.

The thought of staying there, in the humid, musky darkness, radiating Peters own lust, it was driving her insane. Her mental spasming turned into a constant twitch and call for attention, making Peter laugh. She had no way of knowing if he truly meant what he said, if he was really going to keep her between his legs forever (he can feel her emotions and minor thoughts, but she cannot know his), but the thought of staying as his cock for the rest of her life was starting to sound like something she really wanted. She would get to spend time with her sister, too, as she thoroughly explored every inch of her, inside and out! Jeanette would soon know every fold of her sisters pussy, every crevice in her anus, every movement of her throat and every taste bud on her tongue! Every possible part of her sister would be her playground, every second of their time together would be of pleasure and passion, and she would be with her precious sister forever as the only thing to know her inside and out, her husbands dick!

Suddenly there was a loud noise, that of the door being pushed in, and a familiar voice called out. “I’m home!” it said, almost identical to that of Jeanette's except for the lack of a country accent. It got louder as she moved closer to the dining room, walking through the house while beginning a talk about her day. Jeanette could make out a faint bell noise and a jingle with every step.

“So you’ll never believe, but Aubrey, the total bitch from the ‘F’ sector, came up to me when work ended with a check for all the cash in her bank, saying she couldn’t stand living anymore and wanted me to, and I quote, ‘churn me into nothing but your food and turn me into fat on your body forever.’ I wasn’t about to say no, so I’m not sure I’ll need dinner, but-”

She stopped, probably with a big grin on her face and about to scream ‘oh my God!’ to her husband, but Jeanette was more concerned with what was just said. Churn them up? On their body forever? That could only mean one thing, but there was no possible way.

“OH, MY GOD!!” She shrieked, a small clatter as she dropped two handbags on the ground, one presumably belonging to Aubrey. “This is… I thought you didn’t remember when you didn’t tell me this morning!”

Peter let out a small chuckle and rubbed Jeanette through his pants. “Just wait until you see your present.” He chuckled, feeling her sister start dripping more pre-cum, throbbing in warning. The feeling of his own fluids dripping down his knee was getting him more turned on, Jeanette going insane in her tight confines.

“Oh, I cannot wait~! I’m sure you have something absolutely delightful planned!” She picked up the purses and set them down, grabbing her and Aubrey's phone, along with a small piece of paper. Her gut was still squirming, muffled shouts and screams of agony coming from within. Peter couldn’t stop himself from huffing, staring at his wife's bulging gut, her massive breasts flopped to either side of it, jiggling with every movement of her prey inside. She sauntered to the table, unlocking the phone with the password on the piece of paper.

“What was the code, darling? Something naughty?” He asked, squirming in his seat, his eyes glued to the fine ass swaying from side to side.

She stuck out her chin, frowning. “Mmm… sort of, it’s a bit creepy too. It’s my name with her last name, Gabriella Miller. It doesn’t really sound right, sorry Aubrey.” The Gutter rubbed her foods head, pressing her acid covered stomach walls into the slowly digesting woman's face.

Gabriella sat down in her chair, forcing Aubrey and her gut under the table. Her seat groaned under the weight, but she paid it no mind. Peter smiled, and stared at his lovely wife, teasing her with his foot under the table. Her stomach was attacked by his toes, the woman digesting inside shouting and demanding he stop, but only Gabriella could hear her and she had been ignoring the woman’s cries for help since she first started complaining.

Peter heard a small jingle when his wife shifted, giggling from the attention she was getting under the table, and his eyes were drawn to her neck. The only part on her body that had any sort of clothing item. Wrapped around her neck was a leather collar with a few trinkets and a small electrical device on the side that connected directly to her nervous system, ready to zap her at a moments notice. Peter had long since gotten used to that, he knew there was no need to worry about it, but his eyes still drew to the small dog tags and bell that were hooked to her collar.

The bell made him happiest. It was their version of wedding rings. Instead of the two of them having bonds, they each had a unique, engraved bell to let the other know when they were close. Peters was on a necklace and hers on her collar.

She had three tags on her. One was her personal information, the second was her current address and familial emergency contact, and third was her current owner and their phone number. That happened to be him, her husband, and he could never get used to that. He was married to this woman and owned her as an object at the same time. The two items to represent both sides clanging together whenever she walked about.

“So after taking my time to enjoy Aubrey, I was stopped by my boss, Tabby. She asked me into her office to help her relieve herself. I know you don't like it when I let her do this, but I couldn't help it, she was practically begging! I only gave her a blowjob, so you don't need to worry about me being a bit stretched tonight, but I think Aubrey was a little unhappy with me for swallowing Tabby's load. Doesn't really matter, though, huh? She's just food now!” Gabriella pat her stomach, giggling when her meal gave her a muffled response that sounded too much like begging to be anything else.

Peter felt his erection somehow get bigger, so massive it hurt. He stifled a groan when Jeanette splurt out a mouthful of cum, the sticky, warm fluid covering his inner thigh.

“Y-you know, don't worry about it. You can't help it if she understands how good you are at oral.”

Gabriella raised her eyebrow, leaning forward and moving one of her legs across the table, pushing it into her husband's crotch. “Someone wants his beautiful, Gutter wife to- what the fuck happened to your dick?”

Peter suddenly stood up, his face screwed in pleasure. The simple pressure of her foot on her sister had her spewing like a fire hose, cum leaking down his pant leg and onto his bare foot.

Gabriella stood up - accidentally hitting the table with Aubrey's head, making her yelp - and moved toward her husband. He thought about moving away, but as the nine foot tall, F cupped, plump-lipped Gutter split her mouth into a wide, toothy grin, He found himself rooted in place. Her face was just as blushed and lustful as his, something that hadn’t happened very recently if he was being honest.

“Did you get me a present, darling?” she asked, staring down at her love. He craned his neck upwards as she moved toward him, standing not an inch from her love and more than a foot taller than him. “Who was it, then?”

“E-excuse me? He asked, his face turning red and pants struggling to contain his massive cock.

“You have to have cocked someone, right? She’s at least a foot long if I’m not mistaken! It was a she, right? Was it that blonde next door who keeps eyeballing me? No, I saw her in her garden… Someone from work? I don’t think I saw anyone missing…”

Peter rested a hand on his wife's arm, grabbing her attention. “You don’t have to guess anymore, I’ll show you,” he said, unable to make eye contact. He stepped back and reached down to unbutton his pants, dropping them and his underwear to his ankles. The 12-inch monster sprung from its holdings, dripping cum from the tip and making a small puddle of his goop on the wooden floor.

Gabriella's eyes flew open, and drool started seeping from her mouth as she took in every centimeter of her man's cock. Its thickness, its heat, its girth, its musk! The manly smell mixed with the unmistakable perfume of a woman freshly cocked made her woozy. Every neuron in her brain not dedicated to keeping her alive was rerouted to fully grasp the magnificence that was her husband's new cock.

Then they started to disperse when she noticed the color of his pubic hair. Strawberry. With a sense of dramatic timing, her identically colored hair slipped from its home tucked behind her ear and into her vision so she could compare. The scent of the perfume gave her a sense of nostalgia despite having never smelled it before, and the shape of his cock seemed so familiar all of a sudden as if she were looking at someone she hadn’t seen in a very long time. It dawned on her that it was exactly that.

“Is that my sister!?” She practically shouted, her hands gripped under Peters armpits and hoisted him into the air. She stared at the pubic hair and inspected the shaft. Every vein, every lump, every hair. The way it had a slight farmers tan, the way it somehow looked feminine, the way it was fat and yet stood strongly.

“Jeanette, is that you?”

Peter groaned he was having a hard time with everything that was happening at that moment. His cock was rigid, like a steel beam. One that grew more and more with every hot breath that swept along its skin. As her mouth hung open in front of his tip, Jeanette leaking mouth, a humid wind from her lungs brushed along it. It was a form of torture.

Adding onto that, Jeanette was getting even more excited. His mental image of her was someone throwing a birthday party surprise by jumping out of a cake, except she was also masturbating, the cake was his pants, and she was his cock. She could not get over the sight she was getting, her sisters face filled with shock, horror, and arousal. She was filled with that last one, it capped out her being, and it had a side effect of increasing the rate of her digestion.

Aubrey was screaming now, probably melting into a puddle of goo. She was pressing as hard as she dared against the taut, muscular skin of her consumer but being careful not to snap her own bones with any squirming.

“Yes,” Peter said through his teeth. He couldn’t stop his cock any longer, she was ready to blow and the idea of spurting his seed all over his wife's face wasn’t helping. He gripped the base of Jeanette’s body, pumping just a tad before his balls tightened and he came for the third time. He was impressed not with his stamina, but rather his virility, and his ability to recharge only moments after cumming.

He almost didn’t want to look down, he was sure Gabriella would be angry with him, but he couldn’t miss the sight of her face covered in his spunk. He took a breath and shot his eyes down.

Instead of the furious look, he was expecting, his wife smiled up at him. She got on her knees and lowered him to the ground. Her face was covered in his semen, her teeth dripping with spunk, and her eyelid half closed as some of it bridged between her eyebrow and cheek. He let out a nervous chuckle, feeling Jeanette stand back up to look at her sister.

“You are in so much trouble.” His wife said, still smiling, smacking his hand from her sisters meat-stick of a body.

“Yeah, I figured. If it’s any consolation, it was her idea.”

Gabriella grabbed her napkin, wiping the spunk from her face. “I certainly bet. She was always envious of me.”

“Well, there are plenty of reasons to be. Your smoking hot body, for one.” His eyes were doing their best to betray his brain's command to not stare at her breasts.

“There isn’t much to compare between us now that she’s nothing but your cock. I think she doesn’t have much reason to be envious now since she looks so… tasty.”

Peter gulped, taking a step back. He was worried about blowing his load again already.

“I want to say now that I promise to never turn your sister into my cock again. It was a birthday surprise, I promise!”

Gabriella stood up and bent over to stare him down. “I know that. You can’t turn her back into your cock if she never got released.”

He was left in shock as his wife laughed, stood up, and walked to their bedroom. Jeanette was begging for release again. He wasn’t sure he could move, his legs felt like spaghetti, and the second he unlocked his knees they would turn from dry to wet.

Peter quickly found his ability to walk again when Gabriella called from the other room, “Peter, dear, I certainly hope you’re not telling me to fuck myself by standing in the living room like a traumatized child!”

He turned - tripped on his pants and underwear, spent two minutes urging them off his ankles, jumped to his feet - and went as fast as he could to the bedroom. He felt Jeanette slap his thighs, swinging between his legs, nothing more than a thick slab of meat hanging off his waist. A thick slab of meat he was about to use in bed and that would finally let him please his giant wife.

He found her on the bed, belly down, grinning and eager. Her stomach writhed under her massive form as she pressed her meal into the bed, further crushing the woman. Peter couldn’t bring himself to waste another moment ogling his wife, and moved forward. He could almost feel Jeanette tugging out in front of him, fighting to get closer to her sister. She was begging to start, and Peter wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea, so he closed in and clambered onto the bed. She didn’t move for him past raising her butt, forcing him to get into place between her massive legs and slide his cock under her.

He rubbed across her pussy, teasing the sisters and getting his shaft wet with his wife’s juices. Jeanette couldn’t help moaning, and Aubrey yelped as she felt his head prod her in the butt through the layer of skin. The cock was so long it pressed into Gabriella's belly button, leaving a line of slime on her tummy.

“Stop teasing, dear! Stick it in already!” She snapped, pushing her butt back into him. Peter laughed, grabbing his cock and leading it toward her cunt. She moaned as the head hovered around her lips, its tip poking at her entrance. It slid in with a painfully sluggard pace, her sphincter wrapping around the crimson glans half an inch at a time.

Just as it was torturing his wife, Jeanette was going insane with anticipation. The wet insides of her sister were moving over her head as she was pushed farther, the pulsating innards tugging her deeper. She wanted to get in, to explore every inch of her sisters pussy like it was her second home (her first being Peters drawers) but Peter was moving at a snail's pace in an effort to make her suffer. She begged him to move, to start pounding away, but he ignored her. His face was all smiles, mixed with a bit of groaning and heavy breathing, as he took his time to enjoy this new experience. Feeling his cock being squeezed upon, actually stretching out his beautiful wife and hearing her satisfied moans and begs for more; it was better than he’d ever felt and he suspected she was feeling just as satisfied.

“Oh my god, she’s huge! I’ve never had something so large in my pussy, she’s stretching me out! Deeper! Get deeper inside me, please!

Peter was all too eager to oblige and stopped playing around. He hilted himself in his wife, her cervix opening up to allow her sister into her most precious place. Her pussy closed around Jeanette, sucking and pulling her as hard as she can. Peter was barely able to pull himself out of his wife, she was tugging him in like her pussy was craving his cock.

“You really want this, don’t you? You’ve been waiting for this for a long time!?”

While it sounded like he was speaking to his wife, in fact, he was not. His words were directed to her sister, his cock, who was losing her mind to the joys of it. Her head was trapped in the deep recesses of her beloved sibling, a small chamber she was stretching out with her new body. Gabriella was dripping with juices and drowning Jeanette, every thrust was accompanied by a spurt of her juices that was coating Peters newly colored pubic hair.

“You want to spend your life as my cock forever, every one of your days thrust into my wife, trapped in my underwear, getting masturbated.” He teased her relentlessly, still pounding away.

“I won’t let him de-cock you even if you wanted to come out, sister! You’re my husband's cock for the rest of your life, now, you’re going to get to know every little detail of my body! Don’t think you can lie about wanting this, I know you’re dying to stay as a manly tube of meat! You’ve had a crush on my husband and now you get to spend every waking moment between his thighs!”

Gabriella felt her sister swell inside her, and looked back to see a look of bliss on her husbands face. He mumbled something, not even able to speak before releasing a small river of cum into his wife’s uterus, impregnating her for sure.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I couldn’t help- whoa!”

Peter began but was stopped as his wife sat up on top of him. He was crushed under her ass, coughing and sputtering as she squeezed the air out of him. She didn’t stop grinding, her sister filling up with blood once more and filling Gabriella’s pussy.

“Shut up! Just fuck me with Jeanette, use her like the cock she is! She knows where she belongs, and it’s right where she is! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!” She cried, bouncing on top of her man like he was nothing but a dildo.

It’s how he felt as well. His wife’s ass slapped down on his face over and over, her cries of pleasure and the wet slap of their bodies the only thing he could hear. In the back of his mind he could almost hear her, hear the mantra that Jeanette was crying out.

I’m just his cock! I’m just his cock! I’m just his cock!

She was getting a real kick out of what they were telling her, that she’d be on his waist forever. The sincerity she was feeling, and so he was as well, was almost frightening. He had a feeling she really believed they were going to leave her there, that it wasn’t play. As he came again, filling his wife up with cum, he was leaning more toward fulfilling her request.

Gabriella toppled like a skyscraper, rolling over to let Peter out from under her. She laid next to him, her hand reaching down to massage his massive, wet package. It was dripping with all sorts of fluids and shined in the soft bedroom light. Peter could see it rippling, blood pumping through the veins and engorging the head that opened to let out even more liquid. He looked over at Gabriella, her massive face meeting his and their eyes locking.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had, I can’t lie to you.” She said, still stroking his giant cock. It was massive, even for her hands.

Peter shook his head, “no, I agree! I know I haven’t been pleasing you, I admit it. I’m glad I could bring this much, even if it’s brief.”

Gabriella gave him a quizzical look, and her hand tightened around her sister's tubular body. “What do you mean by ‘brief?’ I think It’s going to be amazing every time, no matter how much time goes by.”

Peter sat up on his elbow, his eyebrows furrowing. “Well, we aren’t going to keep her like this, are we? She’s your sister! We can’t keep her as my cock forever, she’s got her own life!”

“No, she doesn’t. We don’t have to do anything that she says, she’s a cock. We are what we are, I’m a Gutter, you’re a man, and she is nothing but a Long, thick slab of meat for me to enjoy.” She smiled evilly, her thumb digging into his urethra.

“Ungh… But-! Uhngf~ But she isn’t my cock really! I turned her into it!” He protested. It was becoming increasingly hard, and his constitution was also weakening.

“Well, Aubrey wasn’t always a puddle of goop ready to be absorbed into my body. She won’t have always been fat on my breasts and ass or a pile of shit in my toilet, but it’s what she is now. There’s nothing more we can do about it, you’re just going to have to live with the consequences.” Gabriella emphasized this point by massaging her stomach. In the half an hour or so of sex it had shrunken down, been turned into a more spherical shape, and become much softer. Their rough and steady fucking had reduced her to mulch at an accelerated rate, leaving only a bit of hair and bones left to be processed by her churning gut.

“Those consequences being your sister permanently trapped as my cock... and nothing more than tha-” The following noises weren’t words, but rather a series of moans and splattering noises as he finally came once more, coating his stomach and chest in spunk.

Jeanette, he finally took the time to notice, had been listening and reacting in all the ways she could. This mostly consisted of twitching his dick and urging him to cum as she heard her sister talking about really letting her stay this way.

“It seems to me like Jeanette agrees with me, she wants to stay. It’s two on one, I win, she’s your cock forever and you aren’t allowed to let her out!” Gabriella said quickly, sealing the deal before Peter had a chance to protest again.

“I suppose this is your birthday present, you get to decide how long you want it.” Peter sighed, clambering up onto his wife and resting on her belly as it glorped and gurgled underneath him.

“This was my present? I thought my present was the baby you just pumped into me~?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter. Thank you for this.”

His cock twitched, pressing deeply into the fat beneath it, and they both knew it was Jeanette saying thank you for letting her into their lives. She was going to be there forever, after al, as Peters cock, and Gabriella's present.