“Be quiet,” I whispered in her ear as she covered her mouth with her hand, stifling her moans but letting out faint sounds that betrayed her excitement and pleasure. My parents were still downstairs in the living room, watching TV. Any louder noise could give away what my best friend and I were doing in my room. We were both boys, but he had the idea to delve into the spiritual arts. Due to an accident during his practices, he was cursed and turned into a girl. There was a way to temporarily reverse the change, and as a result of that condition, I was now fucking her in the ass with deep, urgent thrusts when she transformed right in front of me. “It’s not my fault this is happening. I warned you a thousand times: messing with those spiritual arts was a bad idea. That you’ve now turned into a girl and need semen to go back to normal is entirely your fault.”
Although… we’ve done this so many times that I don’t know if it’s a long-term solution anymore. Every time you transform, the amount of semen you need doubles. At this point, I don’t know if you really want to go back to being a guy; unless you want to spend four straight hours fucking, I can’t figure out how we’re going to meet the ritual’s requirements if you change again. You know, we’ve known each other since we were very young, and now that I see you like this, your body trembling beneath mine, I think you’re really beautiful.
If you want, we can keep having mindless sex every time this happens, waiting hours and hours to fill you up completely, living with the anxiety of when the change will happen again and what we’ll do next time. Or, on the contrary, we can do it without obligation or restraint if you agree to stay this way and be my girlfriend. We’re not strangers, and I understand this isn’t the best time to talk about this… but I really want you to think about it. I’m about to cum… after this round, when I fill you up again, you tell me what you decide.
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