Getting Through It (a little different, any interest?) (Patreon)

This idea came to me last week and I've been unable to get it out of my head since then. I just had to write it down. It isn't exactly a transformation, more just a situation, but I would be curious to explore the Impact of such a wish result. If this is something my Patrons would be interested to have me explore more of in the future please let me know!

~dS

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I no longer remember what it was I said to insult her so badly. Or even who it was, honestly. I just remember my damn awkward rambling mouth ran itself while she was about to go down on my pussy, and her head snapping up when I’d finished talking. And that was it. My one night stand had turned into an hour of frustrating foreplay. The flapping of one set of lips had ruined the lapping of another.

So I was in something of a mood the next day. I’d left the apartment early to take a long walk to clear my head before work, a route around town I never would have taken any other day. Walking by that well, finding the nickel on the ground, and tossing it in was all happenstance. And the wish I made wasn’t anything more thoughtful than forged from the anger I held for myself about the night before.

“I wish I couldn’t talk and fuck at the same time.”

And then I kept walking. I guess it makes sense that nothing wish-related happened until I got to work, as a customer service agent for PayTech. Afterall, I wasn’t talking or fucking until I walked into the office, sat down, and said “Hello” to my cube-neighbor Riley.

That’s when I felt it. Something was suddenly very full in my pussy. It started small and swelled within me, filling my womanly canal tightly in every direction. Whatever it was had a slightly spongy resistance, firm enough to want to be fully straight but just flexible enough that its presence wasn’t painful.

But that wasn’t all. I could feel something thin moving up through my body, starting in the back of my loins and weaving smoothly within my belly and up through my chest. I opened my mouth and felt a smooth cord no thicker than spaghetti slip past my lips.

I couldn’t see anything before me, but when I brought up my hands I could feel something bouncing off my fingers like a partially inflated balloon the size of a used cardboard toilet paper roll. Whatever it was I couldn’t grab it, but it certainly had mass. I could feel the invisible cord bump into different parts of my open mouth as the phantom thing bobbed around in the air, bounced by my flailing hands. Now and then, just at the corner of my vision, it was as if I could catch a fleeting glimpse of something red.

I don’t think you’d be surprised to learn that this turn of events concerned me, and I quickly went to the women’s restroom. There was gentle relief within my filled pussy to be standing. In the stall I dropped my slacks and panties and peered down past my tits and bra. I felt the phantom thing in front of my face gently bop my nose as I leaned over.

A bright red heart was resting over my lower lips, but a heart that was designed to look like it was formed by labia. I poked it with a finger and found that it was soft rubber. A few more prods encouraged me to grab it. I felt the shaft within my vagina shift slightly, but this was not something I was going to be able to pump like a dildo. It was clear that it was either going to be inside of me, or outside of me.

Right now I wanted it outside of me.

Getting a good grip I pulled. I needed to put real effort into the extraction, but once the mysterious shaft began moving it slipped out smoothly. But I had no time to consider anything a victory. As my pussy emptied I felt the impossible cord running painlessly through me tighten, slipping down into my throat - which I only now realized had not irritated my gag reflex.

To the same degree that I was emptying my pussy, that cord was pulling the unseen thing by my head inside my mouth. It smoothly slid between my teeth and gently pushed open my jaw, firmly settling in to fit the form of my bite.

I let go of the shaft I pulled out from my thighs and it vanished, becoming invisible and floating around my hips like the other had been floating around my face. I turned and opened the stall door, looking out and across at the mirrors. Between my legs I felt the unseen pussy plug float against one thigh, bump it, and float over to tap the other. My lower lips could feel the string grazing one than the other.

Big bright red rubber lips, formed to show the fullest bimbo kiss pucker I had ever seen, now appeared over my mouth. Within my open jaws the rubber completely filled me, even cradling my tongue in place. It didn’t hurt at all, just a gentle forced gag. I tried to gasp but all sound was caught by this thing.

Eyes wide I flew both hands to the red pucker and pulled on it. I experienced everything in reverse, now. Once I had pulled with enough dedication the mouth gag slipped gently from my maw, while I felt the magic string pull the dildo-like shaft to plug up my pussy and the labia-heart become visible. As soon as I let go of the mouth gag it vanished, but I could once more sense it floating in front of me, tugging on the cord that brushed my lips and impossibly ran through my body.

My mouth was free, and my vag was stuffed full.

For a few moments I just stood still in the open stall, staring out across the bathroom at the mirror's reflection of my plugged pussy. When I heard the bathroom door open I realized I had my pants pulled down and closed the stall door before anyone could see me. I continued to stand there dumbfounded, trying to understand what had happened to me.

Then I remembered it. My wish.

“I wish I couldn’t talk and fuck at the same time.”

Well, this certainly did that.

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