RuinStone - #1 The Bad Egg - Part 3 of 4 (Patreon)

*** content warning: reality manipulation / mind control, graphic sex ***

Whatever Sarah planned to do with me, I honestly thought the first thing she'd do was return us both to our own bodies. When her fist closed around the magic rock and she sort of stared at me, I expected to turn back into my normal guy self again just like I expected her to return to her own body.

Instead I felt a little shudder go through my system. It made my boobs jiggle again, and reminded me just how sensitive I was. And how horny I was.

Sarah was still watching me, but now she looked more relaxed. She smirked and suggested, "You created that body, you should get to know it better. I want to see you figure out what feels good. I want to hear you scream again as you come."

Her words sent shivers up my spine. I didn't think it was possible to feel any more arroused, but I was wrong. And it all sounded perfectly reasonable too, of course she'd want to see and hear that. I wanted it too, it felt so good the first time I was desperate for more.

I shifted back onto my knees, and made sure I was in a position where Sarah had a good view of me. My knees were apart and I was facing her so she could see everything I did.

First I cupped my massive boobs in my hands. The weight of them felt amazing, and despite their size there wasn't any sag. They were big, but still managed to be perky. My fat sensitive nipples were a fair pink tone, sitting atop large puffed-up aureolas. 

Shocks of pleasure ran up and down through my body as I pinched and tugged at them. Little gasps and moans escaped my lips, my nipples were so sensitive I imagined I could almost come just from playing with them. 

I remembered something I'd seen on the internet that I always liked, and felt a thrill as I realized I could actually try it myself now. I cupped my left breast and lifted it slightly as I tilted my head down. I ran my tongue over my nipple then let out another soft moan. Then I locked my lips around it and sucked at it, sending more shudders of pleasure through my body.

For the next minute or two I went back and forth from the left to the right, licking and kissing and sucking at my nipples. I even did a few gentle nibbles with my teeth. Soon enough I felt like I was on the verge of coming again, as some little tremors of pleasure echoed up and down from my head to my toes.

I held off though. Sarah wanted to see and hear me scream, and as good as it felt playing with my boobs I didn't think that'd be enough.

While my left hand continued playing with my chest, I slid my right hand over my smooth flat tummy and down between my legs. I ran my fingers over my mound and gently stroked along my dripping wet labia, which sent a few more shocks of pleasure through me. 

For a moment I paused as I found myself wondering why I was enjoying this so much. Masturbating in my guy-body was never this good. Not even close. It always felt sort of off, like there were good feelings but it was nowhere near as nice as this. Even discounting the magically-enhanced sensitivity, it just felt really nice having one hand on my boobs and the other at my mound and pussy. I couldn't discount the fact that Sarah might have done something to make me enjoy this, but that wouldn't have changed that I didn't enjoy it that much as a guy.

The introspection quickly faded as I focused once again on the sensations. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, then let two of them slide in between my outer lips. This time I found my clit and that inspired a little yelp of shock and joy. Like everything else down there, it was incredibly sensitive. 

After that I very quickly figured out what felt best. Before long I had my left hand rubbing and pinching my fat pink nipples while my right hand was rubbing my clit, stroking my lips, and occasionally I'd slip a few fingers deep inside myself. The muscles in my groin and my ass started tensing first, then gradually muscles in my belly and legs tightened up. 

The tension continued building throughout my entire body, till everything from my toes to my jaw was clenched tight. I gave my right nipple a little extra pinch and tug while rubbed my thumb against my hard little nub and my fingers slipped between my lips again. My whole nervous system lit up and I swear I saw stars. My scream probably rattled the windows behind Sarah's chair. It was the best, most amazing orgasm I'd ever had in my life. Even better than the last one. And just like last time, I felt those waves of pleasure sweep outwards through my whole body. 

I managed to not keel over this time. I stayed upright, but just barely, as I remained on my knees in front of Sarah. I was coming down from my toe-curling orgasm as I felt her hot seed splash over me again. I hadn't even realized she was jerking it as she watched me, but she obviously enjoyed my performance. She left a few hot thick white ropes across my huge boobs, and another couple on my face.

Like before I sort of expected to be grossed out, but instead I found I kind of liked it. I looked like one of those horny sluts on the internet I was secretly jealous of. 

Sarah slumped back in her chair after her orgasm and panted, "Fuck... That was... Damn."

I was breathing hard too but looked at her right hand again. "Can I have the stone now please? I promise I'll fix everything."

"Nope," she forced a smile as she squeezed her fist around it. 

Her eyes were on mine again and I felt another little wave of anxiety. What was she thinking? What was she doing?

"Do you want me to change you back to normal?" she asked suddenly. 

I was caught off-guard by the question, but my mouth started moving while I was still pondering my answer. 

"No. I never liked my own body," I told her. "I never felt like I was really a guy. I tried making myself more manly but I didn't like that either. Being a guy never felt right. This feels better. I'm not sure I want to stay exactly like this, but I don't want to be a guy anymore."

When I finally stopped talking, I must have looked as surprised as she did. I wasn't even sure what happened, how all those words seem to come out on their own.

Before I could ask her what was happening she asked me, "So you want to stay a girl?"

"Yes," my mouth answered on its own.

This time I added, "Sarah what are you doing to me? I'm not saying those things!"

She smirked, "I made it so you always answer my questions truthfully. You might not be saying that stuff intentionally, but you're telling me the truth."

There was another flutter in my stomach as my mind reeled and my eyes widened. Was it true? Was that why I was so bad at being a guy, because I was really a girl at heart?

"What about you?" I asked nervously. "You're not going to stay like that, are you?"

She glanced down at herself, she was still in my 'manly' body. Her smile shifted to a frown and she shook her head "Nope."

Her right hand was still clutching the stone, and her whole body shifted before my eyes. She grew slimmer, her hair shifted to blonde and grew longer. Her shoulders narrowed and chest ballooned out while the hard muscles evaporated from her arms and legs. Within a few seconds she was back to her original twenty-four year old tall blonde body, with a few notable exceptions. 

She got to her feet and stripped off my clothes, then stretched and flexed while I looked up at her. Finally she sat back down in dad's chair again, while I continued to quietly look her over.

She obviously took some of my ideas, since she was now a natural blonde and her D-cup boobs were natural too. I was pretty sure she was a little taller than before, even without heels she had to be like five-foot-ten now. Her arms and legs were still slim and supple, but there was a noticeable layer of muscle underneath. Not like female body-builder levels, she was still very soft and feminine, but she definitely looked like a strong powerful woman. Her face was perhaps a little more perfect and a little prettier than before. 

Most surprising though for me, was while everything else about her had shifted back to normal, or more or less normal, she still had that long thick porn-star cock dangling between her legs.

I was still on my knees in front of her, and asked nervously, "What about the cock?"

Sarah's lips twitched slightly as she smiled at me, "I'll get rid of it eventually. When we've finished having fun."

My eyes widened again and I felt another little shudder of both excitement and fear go through me.

She still had that stone clutched in her right fist, and with her eyes on mine she told me "That blowjob wasn't bad considering it was your very first, but... Now you're a world-class expert at giving head. Giving tongue too, for that matter."

I gasped slightly as I realized she was right. I knew pretty much everything there was to know about how to use my mouth and tongue to make someone happy, regardless what they had between their legs. It also suddenly struck me, when I used the stone before, nobody noticed anything changing. But I knew Sarah used it on herself to change her body back to mostly-normal, and I knew she just used it on me to give me all that knowledge.

Sarah still had her eyes on me as she asked, "You're not even that scared, are you?"

Once again my mouth was moving before I even had a chance to process the question.

"I'm a little bit scared," I told her.

She raised an eyebrow, "Only a little? What else are you feeling?"

"Excited," I answered. My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks going red with embarrassment. 

Sarah looked amused and curious as she asked, "Why does this excite you?"

By that point I'd given up trying to fight it or even trying to evaluate the questions. I just listened to what I had to say.

"I like being vulnerable, I like when someone else takes charge and tells me what to do. When I was a guy that made people look down on me, they thought I was weak and pathetic. As a girl though it's ok to be like that. That magic stone was like a fantasy come true, but I got it all backwards. I thought I was supposed to be the one in control, thought I had to be the guy in charge. It didn't really work for me though, it didn't feel right. Now you've got the stone and you're in charge, and that excites me."

By the time I finally shut up my cheeks felt like they were on fire, but my stomach was fluttering with anticipation.

Sarah was smiling again as she asked, "So you want me to take charge? You want me to use this magic rock on you some more?"

"Yes," I replied. "Just the thought of it's making me giddy."

Her smile widened and took on a slightly predatory tone as she almost growled, "In that case, we're *both* going to enjoy this."

I couldn't help but gulp, and my eyes flicked to her right hand again. 

She was still holding the stone tightly, and with her eyes focused on me she stated "Your name is Jasmine."

The flutter in my stomach jumped slightly and I blinked as I looked back at her. Once again I knew she'd just changed reality, I knew my name wasn't always Jasmine. I had no idea what it was before though, I couldn't remember anyone calling me anything else. 

"And Jasmine," she added in a firm commanding tone, "You are my obedient little slut."

My eyes bulged wider and my heart skipped a beat, but I found myself nodding as a smile settled on my lips.

Sarah smiled back and nodded towards her cock as she said, "Now it's time to put your oral skills to work."

I licked my lips as I quickly moved closer and got to work. My expert lips and tongue had her fully erect in seconds, but after that I took my time and made sure she got the most out of the experience.

Every now and then she'd say something, in between her happy moans and groans. Sometimes it was words of encouragement, telling me what I was doing that she liked most. Other times she was telling me to speed up or slow down. She even used the magic rock a few more times to make little tweaks and adjustments, either to me or to herself.

I spent the next couple hours on my knees, and I loved every second of it. She let me suck her off a half dozen times. After the second time I realized she'd used the magic to give herself some kind of extra stamina and staying power, like she could probably keep that huge shaft hard all night long. 

And she did something similar for me, no matter how many times I came I was always ready for more. I stayed horny, my pussy was constantly dripping wet and my nipples remained hard and eager. 

Whenever I went down on her I also fingered myself to an orgasm, and in between the rounds of oral sex she had me masturbating while she watched. 

And when all that finally started to seem routine, Sarah had me get up onto the sofa on hands and knees. She positioned herself behind me, and with her left hand gripping my hip while her right still held the stone, she slid that big porn-star cock of hers deep inside my wet needy pussy.

I'd long since stopped trying to guess what she'd done with the magic and what was my own latent desires. All I knew was how amazing it felt to be used like that. The feeling of her shaft pumping in and out of me, the sound and sensation of her thighs against my plump ass, and the feeling of my own huge boobs bouncing and jiggling from the movements all just added to my enjoyment. And Sarah's too.

She seemed to like being in control as much as I enjoyed being controlled. She liked being the domme, I was in heaven being her sub. I was her obedient little slut just like she said. She didn't say anything about how much I loved it though, that had to be all me.

Before long my muscles were once again taut as she fucked me to another window-rattling screaming orgasm. My body bucked and trembled and I pushed back against her while the muscles in my pussy gripped her shaft. That sent Sarah over the edge and she let out a long happy groan. The feeling of her hot seed flooding me pushed me right back over the edge and I came again, with another happy cry.

Finally satisfied, Sarah pulled back and left me feeling empty. She gave my ass a friendly slap then let herself slump down in my dad's chair again.

I didn't move yet, I was still basking in the afterglow as I remained on all fours on the sofa. I could feel our mixed juices dribbling out of my pussy and running down my inner thighs, and I let my head dip down so I could take in the view. My huge boobs obscured most of it, but by angling my head just right I was able to spot the glistening fluids mingling with the sweat on my soft supple flesh.

"Hey Jasmine." 

Sarah's voice caught my attention and I looked over at her. 

"Go make us some dinner," she stated. "We can play all night long, but right now I want something to eat."

The idea of doing this all night left a smile on my face, and I got up off the sofa and hurried to the kitchen. It didn't even cross my mind to worry about clothes. I tried to put on an apron but the fabric against my sensitive nipples was way too distracting, and tucking it into my cleavage sort of defeated the purpose so I ended up not bothering.

I wasn't actually that good at cooking, but I picked something easy and got to work. Sarah stayed in the den while I was busy in the kitchen, and it crossed my mind she could be messing with that magic stone again. She could be changing reality, changing me, and maybe I wouldn't even know it.

That thought only made me even more arroused, as if I wasn't already still dripping wet.

About a half hour later I called out to let her know dinner was ready. She hadn't bothered to dress either, and I noticed she didn't have the stone in her hand anymore when she came into the kitchen. The other thing missing was that big porn-star cock. She had a pussy again, and like mine it was completely hairless.

We ate quietly, but afterwards she complimented my cooking and called me a good girl which felt amazing. Then she went back to the den and instructed me to join her after I finished doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen.

My heart was racing and stomach fluttering again as I hurried to complete my chores. I was positive she wanted to put my skills to the test again, this time she wanted to know how good I was at cunnilingus. And even though I'd never done it before, I knew I was one of the best in the world, thanks to the magically-granted knowledge.

Despite my eagerness I made sure I did a good job with the chores. I knew Sarah would be unhappy with me if the dishes weren't thoroughly cleaned or the kitchen wasn't properly tidied. 

Once I was finished and everything was put away, I quickly padded back to the den. Sarah was lounging in dad's favourite chair as she waited for me. My eyes swept up and down over her sexy body, and I couldn't help noticing the magic rock was back in her right hand again. 

She looked me over too, and a little smirk played on her lips. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Ready for more?" 

"Yes please," I responded, maybe a little too eagerly. 

I wasn't even sure if she was asking about sex or about using that stone to mess with my reality, or both. Whatever she had in store for me, I wanted it.

Sarah seemed pleased with my answer. Her smile grew wider and she got a hungry look in her eyes. "Then be a good little slut and get back on your knees. It's time to put that tongue of yours to work."

It was exactly what I was hoping to hear, and I definitely didn't need to be told twice. I soon had one of her knees hooked over the arm of the chair and my face buried in her sex.

As much as I loved sucking her cock, I discovered I liked the taste of pussy even more. All that magically-imbued knowledge was put to good use as I licked, tongued, kissed, and sucked on her lips and clit. I buried my tongue as deep as I could in her pussy, I used it to circle and tease her clit. I slid a few fingers into her and found her g-spot while sucking and nibbling on her sensitive little nub. While my mouth and right hand were busy worshipping her, my left hand found its way between my legs and I rubbed and fingered myself as well. And both of us loved every second of it.

Like before, Sarah still had incredible stamina. I lost count of how many times I made her come, and I came almost as often as she did.

Eventually we moved from the den up to the master bedroom. The lights were all turned out downstairs then Sarah made more use of me in the big comfortable king-size bed. We even tried a sixty-nine at one point, but mostly she just had me going down on her, or let me masturbate while she watched.

It wasn't till the wee hours of the morning when she finally decided that was enough. I was sent to my own room to sleep, while she stayed in the master bedroom.

Back in my room, in my own bed, I ended up fingering myself and playing with my boobs for a while. I was just that horny and felt like I couldn't get enough of it. It wasn't till I'd come a couple more times that I finally drifted off to sleep. 

That night I had some amazing sexy dreams, and I probably had a wide smile on my lips all night long.