My Bully's New Harem Pt. 02

Hi Readers,

Welcome to part 2. I hope you enjoy it. It should be a four part series with parts 3 and 4 not too far away.

Sincerely,

Mona

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I skipped my last class without bothering to invent a reason. I needed the apartment empty. I wanted a locked door and a few hours to myself to think about everything that had happened last night.

Kaley. Tony. The three of us. The things we'd done together. The things I'd done.

I grabbed a bag from McDonald's on the walk and ate it sitting on my bed, the rustling wrapper the only noise in our silent apartment. I'd planned to run. Pack my bags and leave before they got home. It was the best way to avoid the sprawling complication that had started on the couch last night.

Only I couldn't pack my shit.

Every time I thought about moving, memories would stir, and I'd find myself hard and horny and trying not to stroke myself to the thought of Kaley's bubble butt bouncing on me on the couch.

Before I knew it, I heard the jingling of keys in the lock. I prayed it was just Kaley. I didn't want to face Tony again after, well, what we'd done.

Tony's laugh filtered through the door, shattering that hope. Kaley whispered something back. I stayed where I was. If I didn't leave the room, I couldn't sit on that couch. If I didn't sit on that couch, I couldn't swallow whatever she tore off the strip of little pink pills.

Simple. Cowardly. Fine.

Anything that didn't result in having my bully's cock come all over my face again.

I put in headphones but didn't press play. The silence stretched for a half hour. Had they forgotten? Or had they just been messing with me? Surely that was it. Last night was just a weird memory that would fade into oblivion, never to be repeated.

Then came the knock.

It wasn't polite. The door flew open before I could say anything. Kaley stood in the frame in the same kind of tiny shorts and tank she'd worn that morning, hair up from training, cheeks still flushed. In her hand was another pink pack of three, glossy, candy.

I knew what they were without asking. It was almost as if I could see the BULLS AND BIMBOS label screaming off the wrapper at me.

Tony loomed behind her in the hall, already smiling.

"Round two, Nick." Kaley wiggled the pack between two fingers. "Are you in, or are you in?"

My takeout bag crumpled in my fist. "Sorry, guys. I've got work."

It came out sounding every bit as lame as I'd thought it would.

"You skipped class to hide in here with a Big Mac," she said, not unkind. "That's not work. That's you trying to run away." She stepped in like the room was hers. "And realizing that you don't want to."

She shook the candy. Three squares, separated by neat little perforations. The same cheap strawberry ghost from last night was sitting in the air already. "Tony's in. I'm in. You're the third, Nick. You can't bail on us now. It won't be nearly as fun."

Won't be nearly as fun? Kaley pouted with what sounded like genuine disappointment. She wanted this. She wanted more of what I'd given her last night?

Tony leaned on the doorframe. "Don't make her ask twice, Needle. After last night, you don't get to play shy now."

I looked at the pack. I looked at Kaley's mouth, the one that had already been on me, the one that promised more sexual intensity than I'd experienced in my entire life.

Two bulls.

One bimbo.

Six hours.

Unspeakable pleasure.

My pulse was doing the same ugly sprint it had done that morning.

"I'm not--"

Kaley tore one square free and held it out. Not forcing it between my teeth. Just offering it the way she'd offered the first one, as if declining were an option we were all going to ignore.

"In," she said again, softer, eyes bright. "Or in. Those are the options, Nikki."

Behind her Tony laughed, low, and waited.

I sat on the edge of the bed with the pink pack dangling in front of me like a live grenade. Last night had been more sex than I'd had in my entire life. A blowjob. Then Kaley's ass, hot and slick and impossibly tight, while Tony used her on top of me. The memories just wouldn't stop.

Now I was supposed to gamble on the same roulette wheel and hope I won again?

There were, of course, other possibilities.

Two bulls. One bimbo. Six hours. Grow a cock even if you don't have one, or lose the one you do have and spend the evening as everyone else's plaything.

What if I were the bimbo? Or Tony? What would that look like? Kaley with a cock? The thought was absurd. It also caused my cock to twitch, and I wasn't sure why.

My heart hammered in my chest. This was madness. I just needed to throw it in the trash and kick them out of my room.

Kaley turned in the doorway. The cheer skirt flipped up in one quick motion. She wasn't wearing anything under it. Bare ass, smooth, the same perfect shape I'd been inside less than a day ago. She held the pose just long enough for me to look.

"Come on, Nick. If you don't play tonight, you'll never get another invite. This is your last chance," Tony said, no trace of compromise in his tone. "Man up, Needle. Kaley's offering you another shot at that perfect ass, and if you wimp out, you're an even bigger pussy than I thought."

As if to prove it, he reached around, palmed both cheeks, and squeezed them together. My cock registered its opinion in a heartbeat. Hard, obvious, five ordinary inches straining against my shorts as if it hadn't learned a single lesson from last night other than what it meant to get a size upgrade and be buried inside my perky roommate.

Kaley let the skirt fall. She looked over her shoulder.

"Come play," she whispered, sultry enough to live in my dreams for a month.

Two in three, I told myself. A two-in-three chance to fuck my bully's girlfriend again. Worth the risk, wasn't it? Was it worth the open door and the jokes and the chance I drew the bimbo pill?

Then that image arrived once more. Tony's chemically enhanced cock, fifteen inches, thick as a wrist, the thing that had painted both of us and then kept going for forty minutes. I saw myself on my back instead of Kaley. Ankles in Tony's hands. Nothing between my legs but a shaved mound and a decision I couldn't take back for six hours.

I didn't reach for the pack. Something in my brain screamed a warning at me.

Kaley straightened with a disappointed sigh. "Well. We'll be out here if you decide you want to have some fun."

She waved over her shoulder, and Tony followed, still grinning like an idiot. They left my door wide open on purpose. From the living room came the TV, the rustle of the wrapper, Kaley's little laugh as she sat down on the same couch where everything had started last night.

I stared at the empty doorway. The pink square she'd torn free was still on my blanket. My cock was still hard. The invitation was still hanging in the hall like a dare I could hear every time their passionate foreplay filtered in through the open door.

I didn't get up. It was as if I were trying to prove something to myself.

I had to close the door.

The giggling came first, then the sharp little tear of perforated wrapper. I got off the bed to shut the door. That was the whole plan: close it, put something against it, pretend the living room belonged to other people. Probably blare music through my headphones until I couldn't hear them anymore.

I made it as far as the door.

Kaley was buck naked on the couch. Three small pink pills sat on her like decorations, one balanced on each nipple, the third resting on her shaved mound. She looked up and smiled as if I'd arrived right on schedule.

"Glad you decided to join us."

I hadn't. What I had decided was that if I stayed in my room, I would still hear everything unless I shut the door.

Only now I was looking at a level of temptation that made my cock twitch.

Tony pointed at me. "Oi, Needle. If you don't get over here and lick a piece of candy off Kaley's bare tit, it's only going to concrete your reputation as a little bitch. I'll tell everyone on campus you passed on this because you'd rather sit and listen like a little cuck than run your tongue over her perfect perky body."

I stared at her. She was perfect, and so perky.

Then I stared at him. Tony. Memories of months of being called Needle, of girlfriend material, of having to cook dinner while Tony fucked the girl I wanted on the other side of a thin wall.

Then I looked at Kaley, at the pills on her skin, at the wet shine already visible between her thighs.

Tonight I wanted more. Tonight I wanted to take my enhanced cock and feed it into that soaked pussy until she came for me. Then I was going to fill her to the fucking brim while Tony watched.

Fuck it. Time to be a man.

I crossed the room in three quick steps, bent, and kissed her on the mouth in front of Tony. She made a small, surprised sound and opened for it. My hand slid down, two fingers finding her easily. She was already wet, slick enough that there was no resistance, just heat and the way her hips tipped up into my hand as if she'd been waiting to be filled.

I broke the kiss and looked down at her chest. Picked right. Licked the tiny pink pill straight off her hard nipple and swallowed it dry.

"Mine," Tony chuckled, and plucked the other off her left breast.

"Fine." Kaley giggled, not actually offended. "Kind of rude neither of you wanted this one." She lifted the last pill off her mound with two fingers and swallowed it whole.

Then there were three bodies on the couch instead of two. Tony kissed her like a man who owned her. I kissed her when Tony let me. We both took turns fingering that soaked kitty, spreading her, listening to the obscene wet sound that filled the quiet apartment. Minutes passed like that. Long enough for me to think I'd done the smart thing. Long enough for me to feel the first low tingle start behind my zipper.

I sagged with relief. The bull's cock enhancement, just like last night.

I laughed, breathless, looking at Kaley's ass as she shifted on the cushions. "Your pussy is mine."

I ripped my shirt off. Across from me Tony was shoving his pants down. His cock was already swelling, thickening past anything ordinary, the bull pill doing exactly what I remembered. Same as last night, I told myself. Same math. Same result.

Whatever I got, Tony was always going to be bigger. I tried not to think about it. Tonight was about fulfilling every wet dream I'd ever had about my roommate.

Kaley's tits were already growing. They swelled outward while I watched, ballooning out, her areolae stretching wider, her pink nipples hardening to obscene points. Her perky cheerleader chest inflated to last night's cartoon proportions. She pointed up at me and squealed, delighted.

"Two bimbos. What are the chances?"

What?

I startled and looked down.

My pecs were gone. In their place fatty tissue was swelling just like Kaley's. Before my eyes, perfectly rounded D-cups, tight and heavy, each one capped with a brown nipple set in an areola the size of a silver dollar. Tits. I had tits. As far as tits went, they were incredible. I just hadn't felt anything like it before in my life. I felt like a stranger in my own body.

At the edge of my vision my dark hair lengthened, sliding past my neck, over my shoulders, a sudden soft weight I had never felt before. The tingle in my groin sharpened. I shoved my slacks down in time to see the rest of it happen.

My cock was gone. Like some bizarre sorcery, the pill rewrote my body's biology before my eyes. My balls drew up and disappeared inside my body. Skin sealed, then split. I watched a slit form in real time, pink, new, unmistakable. A pussy, already starting to glisten.

A tingle thrummed through my clit.

Fuck. What have I done?

I'd made a terrible mistake. I'd assumed the chance was two in three. That's what they'd told me.

Either my roommates had lied to me or the ratio wasn't fixed.

"Fuck," Kaley whispered, her own curves swelling to the sort of body a bimbo could be proud of. Her nipples went bright pink and hardened until they jutted almost an inch as she stared wantonly at me. "Nick's hot."

"Not Nick." Tony moved behind me. Big hands slid around my ribs and cupped the new breasts, lifting them, testing the weight. The sensation was wrong and immediately too much. Tony pinched both nipples at once.

A shockingly sharp pulse of pleasure tore through my chest and hit every nerve on the way down. Warm wetness gathered between my legs, unmistakable, a slick little trickle I could feel without looking.

"Nikki," Tony said, assertive, as if he'd been waiting to name me. "Nikki is our lucky little bimbo tonight."

I opened my mouth to protest. Tony's hands rose to my shoulders and pushed. My knees hit the rug. My face ended up an inch from Kaley's pussy, the one I'd had my fingers in moments ago, now even wetter, swollen, smelling like her and a lust-fueled fog I couldn't quite identify.

"It's time, Nikki." Tony's voice was smug. "Last night you got a taste. Looks like you need some more. Get her ready for me."

It had to be the libido enhancers. The smell of her hit me like a hand around the back of my neck. Tentative, shaking, I leaned in and flicked my tongue across her clit.

The moan Kaley gave was unlike anything I'd ever heard, high, grateful, and horny as hell. Her hand landed in my new long hair and held me there.

This isn't so bad, I thought, and slid a finger into her the same way I had when I'd still had a cock. She clenched around it and rolled her hips.

It'll be okay, I told myself.

A few hours. This will all wear off. In the meantime, I got to put my mouth on Kaley's perfect, swelling bimbo body and make her my own.

Tony's palm settled on the back of my head and pressed me closer. Kaley's thighs framed my new tits. The couch springs creaked. Somewhere above us Tony laughed, low and certain, and told the room that round two had officially started.

Tony's hand stayed in my hair and kept my mouth where Kaley wanted it. She swung a leg over my chest, cheerleader-flexible even with the new weight of her tits, and dropped into a sixty-nine that pinned me to the couch cushions. Her pussy settled over my face. Her mouth found the brand-new slit between my thighs and licked a slow, filthy stripe up it as if she'd been waiting to return the favor.

I felt things I'd never experienced in my life and made sounds I didn't recognize. A wet panting gasp. The same kind of noise Kaley had made through the wall two nights ago.

"That's it," Tony said from somewhere above us both. "Eat her bimbo pussy, Nikki. You've been dying to. Don't pretend you haven't been jerking off to those sounds through the drywall." His palm cracked across Kaley's ass. She moaned into my cunt, and the vibration resonated straight through me. "I always knew you were a beta, Nikki. That's why I bullied you. You had to know. Cooking dinner while a real man used the girl you wanted. Look at you now. Feels right, doesn't it?"

I tried to form an answer and got Kaley's clit instead. I licked because the alternative was drowning. She was soaked, swollen, tasting like her and strawberry candy. Every pass of my tongue made her hips roll, which mashed her pussy harder onto my mouth and mashed her mouth harder onto me. Tony's hands arrived on my new tits from the side, cupping, squeezing, thumbs dragging over the stiff brown nipples until my whole chest lit up.

This is a mistake. This was always a mistake. You went to close a door.

Kaley sucked on my clit. I had a clit now. The thought still wouldn't sit still, and my hips jerked off the couch. Tony laughed and spanked Kaley again, a sharp smack that made her squeal against my pussy.

"Good girl. Keep him pinned. He thinks too much when he's got air." Tony's fingers dug into the soft undersides of my D-cups. "These are nice, Needle. I'm going to enjoy using them later. I bet they're sensitive too. I can see you dripping from here."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tony's cock. It hadn't stopped. Last night's fifteen inches had been a nightmare. Tonight it was just as long, thickening into a heavy veined club that hung and then rose until it looked as if it belonged on something that wasn't supposed to fit inside anyone.

It would have compared well with a horse, or a bull.

It was terrifying. I didn't want it anywhere near me.

My new body had other thoughts. A fresh slick of wetness spilled out of me onto Kaley's chin. She hummed, pleased, and speared her tongue into me.

A strange fog settled over my mind. First the edges of the room went soft. With it, reason and sense seemed to blur. Then the filth Tony was whispering in my ear slowly seemed to worm its way into my brain until I wasn't sure if this was what he wanted or what I wanted. My brain and body seemed to be taking their lead from the mammoth cock leaking precum beside me. It was as if the pill hardwired my brain to submit to it in exchange for what the transformed version of me seemed to crave.

Cock.

Kaley seemed to suffer the same distraction. She soon lifted her head, looked at that growing cock, and crawled forward just enough to get her mouth on it. My face was still trapped under her ass. I watched, upside down, as her lips stretched around the head and she made that happy little noise again as he leaked onto her tongue.

Tony let her work him for a minute, then pulled out with a wet pop. He stepped around, lined himself up, and slapped that mammoth cock down onto my pussy. The weight of it made my whole body flinch. For one frozen second I was sure Tony was going to push in. The head was right there, huge and leaking, dragging through the mess Kaley had made of me.

Terror cut through the fog. No. Not that. Not him. Not--

My bully. My bully was about to fuck me.

"Easy." Tony tapped it against me twice more, almost lazy. "You haven't earned that privilege. Kaley has."

He went around to the other end of the couch. I had a perfect view. Tony hooked Kaley's thighs, lined up, and split her open on that impossible cock in one long, steady shove. Kaley's mouth fell open. The sound she made into my pussy was obscene and needy. I watched the stretch happen, watched the way her pussy seemed to cling to it and yet take more than was possible. My own empty pussy throbbed in time with it.

"Play with yourself," Tony said, not looking away from where he was buried. "I can see you wanting to. Don't be shy now, Nikki. You're going to want to be very wet for me."

My hand moved without my telling it to. Two fingers on my own clit, then inside me. It felt clumsy, too much sensation, then not enough. My eyes were inches from that shaft as Tony fucked Kaley the same way I'd listened to night after night. Except now I could see every inch disappear and every inch come back shiny. Kaley talked through it, broken and filthy.

"So big. Tony. Fuck, I can feel it in my stomach. Nikki, look. Look how much he's giving me. I can't wait for you to feel this too."

I looked. I rubbed. The fog thickened. You wanted to be a man. You licked candy off her tit to be a man. Now you're fingering a pussy that used to be a cock while your bully rearranges his girlfriend two inches from your face.

Kaley came hard, loud, shaking, nails in the couch. Tony pulled out while she was still clenching, stepped back to my end, and pushed the wet head of his cock against my mouth.

"Taste us." My brain treated it like a command, my mouth opening instinctively.

Tony chuckled. "That's it. Taste Kaley's sweet bimbo pussy."

Tony fed me the first few inches, and the flavor hit, Kaley, thick and unmistakable, smeared all over a shaft that barely fit past my teeth. Embarrassment arrived late and useless. I had my bully's cock in my mouth. I went to protest and only managed a muffled sound around the girth. Then Kaley dropped her head back between my thighs and started eating me again, relentless, and the protest dissolved into a moan that vibrated around Tony's cock.

Tony fucked my face in short, controlled strokes. Not all of it. Enough. My eyes watered. My new tits bounced with each shove. Kaley's tongue on my clit made my hips twitch up as if I were trying to fuck her mouth while my own mouth was full. I couldn't think in a straight line. Every time I almost found a sentence, too big, stop, I didn't want this, Kaley sucked and Tony pushed and my brain wouldn't let my mouth say any of it.

More. My brain screamed. Take him. You know you want to.

"My cock looks good between those full lips," Tony said. "We always knew it would end here, Nikki. Didn't we?"

He pulled out. A string of spit and Kaley connected my bottom lip to the head. Tony slapped the whole heavy length against my cheek, once, twice, leaving a wet print.

"This will not do at all. If you want to play, you're going to have to learn how to suck a cock properly. That was a mess, Nikki."

"It's too big," I got out, voice high and cutting, needy in a way I swore didn't come from me.

Tony laughed and dropped onto the couch as if the argument were already over. He cracked a palm across Kaley's ass hard enough to make her yelp and then moan.

"Teach our new bimbo how to be a good slut. You've had the practice, Kaley."

Kaley dragged me onto the floor between Tony's knees. I went because her hands were in my long hair and because every word resonated in me, producing a willingness I wanted to blame on the pill.

I wanted to believe this hunger wasn't mine. Kaley knelt beside me, tits heavy, mouth shiny, and wrapped my hands around the base of Tony's cock. It took two fists and there was still shaft left.

"Like this," Kaley murmured, almost gentle. "Don't fight the size. Relax your jaw. Tongue out. Let him use your mouth. Don't try to fight it. You're a bimbo now, Nikki. Bimbos worship. They don't win."

She demonstrated. Took the head, hollowed her cheeks, went down until she gagged. It was devastatingly sexy. She came back up smiling. Then she guided me forward.

"Your turn. Worship him, Nikki."

I hesitated. Kaley's other hand slid between my thighs and rubbed two fingers over my dripping slit, a slow circling reward and threat.

"Good bimbo," she whispered when I opened. "That's it. Just the head first. Taste him. He's been thinking about this for a long time."

A long time? Somehow knowing Tony wanted this outcome and was getting exactly what he wanted made it worse. He wanted me on my knees, his mammoth cock leaking on my tongue. He'd always thought I was some sissy. Now I was servicing his cock.

Tony's groan when my mouth closed around him was honest. I felt a stupid, traitorous spark of pride and hated it. Kaley coached between turns: when to breathe, when to use her hand, when to look up. Every time she wasn't on Tony's cock she was on me: pinching a nipple, stroking my clit, sliding two fingers into me until I dripped on the carpet.

"See?" Kaley said against my ear. "You're getting it. He's twitching. That means he likes your mouth, Nikki. That's a good girl. That's a good little bimbo."

"She's right," Tony said, voice rough. "Look at you. Hair down, tits out, learning how to suck dick on our living room floor. I should've started calling you Nikki months ago."

I took more than I meant to. Gagged. Came off coughing. Went back because Kaley's fingers were inside me and the fog said the only way to make that feeling keep happening was to make Tony groan again. I did. Tony's hand settled in my hair, not hard, just holding.

"Pride looks good on you too, Nikki. You're good at this. Keep going."

Tony gathered my D-cups in both hands and pressed them together around the lower half of his shaft. The heat of that skin-on-skin made me whimper around the head. Tony started thrusting through the tight channel of my new tits, each stroke popping the swollen head into my waiting mouth.

My tits. Just the thought was insane, but I could see them with my own eyes. They were incredible. The sort of tits I could have stared at for hours in my old life while jerking it in the quiet solitude of my room.

"That's it. Suck the tip. Good Nikki. You were born for this and didn't even know it. But I did. A wall-listening cuck, and now this sweet pair of tits and a pussy I'm going to enjoy soon. If you keep that up, I'm going to come."

He squeezed my nipples. "Which I refuse to do until you take your first real cock. Those are the rules tonight. You are going to take me. All of me."

My heart hammered in my chest. My rhythm faltered. The words landed somewhere under the fog. First cock. Mine. The empty, aching pussy Kaley had been teasing for half an hour. The weapon I'd watched split Kaley open. I pulled off, spit-slick, panting, tits still wrapped around my bully's shaft.

Kaley put her mouth against my ear. Her fingers didn't stop moving between my legs.

"It feels incredible to be stretched," she whispered. "I know you're scared, and it's so big. But big is good, Nikki. It starts hitting places you didn't have yesterday, and your brain shuts up. Good bimbos don't just suck cock, Nikki." Her fingers curled. My whole body clenched around them. "They fuck it too. Let him. Let us. You've already got the mouth for it. The rest is just being honest about what you really want."

Tony's cock rested heavy between my tits, waiting. Kaley's whisper stayed in my ear. The six-hour clock was still running somewhere far away, behind the wet sounds and the heat and the fact that I could not, for the life of me, remember what closing the bedroom door was meant to save me from.

Kaley didn't give me room to think. She stayed on her knees beside me and put both hands to work, one cupping a heavy D-cup, thumb circling the swollen brown nipple, the other sliding between my spread thighs to pet the soaked new slit as if it craved it.

"Be a good bimbo," she murmured against my ear. "That's all tonight is. You don't have to worry about Nick for six hours. You just have to feel." She pointed at Tony's cock, still glistening from both our mouths, still absurd, a thick veined club that didn't look as if it had any business going inside anyone. "You only have a pussy for a few hours. Don't you want to know what it feels like to be stretched? Really stretched. Not fingers. That perfect cock."

Cock. The thought hummed in my brain.

I knew I shouldn't. It was Tony's cock. The same guy who'd called me Needle for months, who'd fucked Kaley through the wall while I jerked off and hated myself for it. Taking it meant the joke became the truth. It meant the kitchen bitch ended up on the living room floor impaled on his cock.

Which apparently had always been his plan. I tried to work out how I'd got here, but one thought kept shoving it all away.

Cock. Cock. Cock.

Kaley's fingers slipped inside me anyway, two, then a slow scissor, and the protest turned into a wet sound. Pleasure flickered up my spine in bright, stupid sparks. My hips chased her hand. The fog from the pill sat on my thoughts and made them all slippery.

"Look at you," Kaley whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. "You're dripping on the rug. Your body has already voted. It's time to embrace your new role."

Tony leaned back on the couch, thighs open, that mammoth cock standing up against his stomach. He pointed at it with two fingers, casual as pointing at a chair.

"Be a good bimbo and take it, Nikki. Don't make me ask twice. You know how this works. I talk. You do."

The voice did something. It had always done something: Needle, sit down, hold her tits. But now it landed in a body that seemed incapable of doing anything but what it was told. I felt the order click into place behind my eyes like a latch. My bimbo brain wanted that. I couldn't not move.

The knowledge that I was going to do it arrived a half second before the shame did.

But the lust drowned it all out.

The single undulating thought resonated through me in time with my heartbeat.

Cock.

I stood on shaking legs. Straddled Tony's lap, facing him, new tits hanging heavy, long hair sticking to my damp shoulders. Kaley shifted in behind me, reached down between our bodies, and wrapped her fingers around Tony's shaft. She painted the fat head through my folds, up and down, gathering my juices and lining him up.

"Breathe," she said. "Push down when I tell you. He's big. You're wet enough. You can do this, Nikki."

I looked at Tony's face and found the same easy grin from every night I'd cooked us all dinner. Then I looked down and watched Kaley notch that blunt head against a slit that hadn't existed an hour ago.

Cock.

I sank onto it like the needy slut I'd become.

The stretch was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Not pressure. Not fullness. A bright, spreading ache that forced me open around a shape my bimbo body had been contoured for. The head drove deeper and my voice broke, high and wrecked. Kaley's hands on my hips kept me from jerking off it. Inch by inch she let me down. I felt every ridge, every thick vein, the impossible width dragging along walls that fluttered and tried to keep up.

"That's it, Nikki," Tony said, voice low and pleased. "That's what a real man feels like. Not that needle you used to jerk in the next room. This is a real cock. Take it. All of it. Don't you dare stop halfway like a coward."

I bottomed out with a broken moan. My ass sat flush to Tony's thighs. My new pussy was stretched around the base, shiny, overfull. I could feel Tony's heartbeat in me. The thought made my stomach flip.

My bully was in me. Throbbing in me.

My bully was fucking me. Or was I fucking him?

Either way I could feel him in my soul.

Tony's hands came up and cupped my tits, squeezing, lifting, pinching the nipples until I clenched around the cock inside me and we both groaned.

"Fuck, Nikki. Should've done this the first week. Saved all that cooking and sulking." Tony rolled his hips, a short dirty grind that made me see white. "Of course we didn't have the pills, but we would have found a way. Wouldn't we, Nikki?"

I wanted to scream no, but my hips just kept rolling and the pleasure just kept pulsing through me. His cock in me. His fingers torturing my tits. I screamed, but it wasn't protest. It was pleasure. I could feel it mounting like the crescendo of a piece of music I'd never heard before, uncertain when it would break.

"Say thank you, Nikki," Tony gloated.

My mouth opened. What came out wasn't thank you. It was a whimper. Kaley laughed softly, climbed onto the couch beside us, and kissed me. Then she kissed Tony over my shoulder. Her fingers found my clit and rubbed tight circles while Tony started to fuck up into me in earnest.

The rhythm was relentless. Not frantic yet, just steady. Each thrust lifted me on that thick shaft and dropped me back down, tits bouncing in Tony's grip, hair in my face. Kaley kept kissing whoever's mouth was closest and kept her hand working my clit until the stretch stopped being only too much and became too much and good in the same breath.

This is your bully. This is Tony. You're on his cock. You have tits and a dripping pussy and you're riding him in the living room as if it's the only thing in the world you want.

Tony's dirty talk didn't let the thought finish.

"Look at this beta slut bounce. Used to glare at me over the cutting board. Now you're drooling on my chest trying to get my cock deeper. This was inevitable, Nikki. You just needed to be told. Cook the food. Hold the tits. Sit on the dick. Simple."

Kaley moaned against my mouth. "Nikki's clenching when you talk to him like that. He likes it. Don't you, Nikki? You like your bully telling you what you are, what to do."

I tried to argue but came instead, trembling and shaking on Tony's cock with a sound that came from me, though I still couldn't believe it was my voice. The orgasm ripped through my bimbo body like a tsunami. My clit, my stretched walls, nipples crushed in Tony's hands. It left me shaking, dripping, and ashamed, heat flooding my face while my pussy fluttered and milked the shaft I was impaled on. Arousal and humiliation arrived together and refused to separate.

"There it is," Tony said, almost fond. "First proper orgasm on a real man. Remember it. You're going to want to feel full again."

His words were like sweet poison in my mind, and the moment he said it, the thought started working its way into my brain.

You want to be full.

He didn't let me recover. Hands on my waist, he lifted me off. The empty clench made me cry out. He flipped me onto my stomach across the couch. Knees on the cushions, chest down, new tits mashed into the fabric. Tony got behind me and drove back in to the hilt in one shove.

My mouth opened against the couch. Nothing but pleading gasps came out.

So Tony fucked me senseless.

No more careful inches. Just a hard, punishing rhythm that shoved me up the cushions with every stroke. Tony's hips slapped against my ass. One hand fisted in the long hair. The other reached under and mauled one of my perfect tits. The angle hit something that made my vision spark. I came again, helpless, and Tony didn't slow down.

His enhanced bull cock just ruined me, inch by lusty inch, over and over.

"That's right. Take it. This is what you were listening to through the wall, Nikki. This is what Kaley craves too. It's your bimbo brain, Nikki. Now it's your turn to make the noise, Needle. Louder. I want the neighbors to know I have two sluts now."

Kaley stretched out beside my head and kissed my open mouth while I got wrecked. She played with the tit Tony wasn't holding. She whispered good bimbo, good girl, you're doing so well between Tony's tight little cuck pussy and should've had you like this months ago.

Tony's rhythm finally broke. He buried himself deep, ground in, and came with a low satisfied grunt that I felt in my teeth. Heat flooded me, too much, a thick pulse that filled and then leaked around the shaft still stretching me open. Tony stayed planted through it, panting, one hand stroking my hair like a prize.

"Full," he said. "That's a good look on you, Nikki."

He pulled out. I collapsed onto my side, useless, watching a slow drip of white slide out of my abused pussy onto the couch. My whole body throbbed. The fog smothered it all in lusty thoughts I couldn't stop.

Tony snapped his fingers, then caught me by the hair when snapping wasn't enough and guided my face to the slick, not-softening cock.

"Clean it off, Nikki. Get me ready for Kaley. You made the mess. You clean it up."

My bully's cock nudged at my lips. My face burned.

He'd just used me like his own personal fuck toy, and now he wanted me to clean up the evidence.

It was humiliating. It was embarrassing. And I did it anyway. Tongue on the shaft, tasting myself and Kaley and the load that had just been left inside me. Tony's hand rested on the back of my head, not forcing, just present. Kaley watched with bright, eager eyes and rubbed her own clit while I worked.

"Good sluts swallow the evidence," Tony said. "That's it. Work me, Nikki. Who's your daddy?"

I didn't answer him. I wouldn't.

I might have got the bimbo pill, but I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

He hauled us both up as if we weighed nothing. Kaley over one shoulder, me under the other arm, tits and ass and leaking pussies carried down the hall into the bedroom that shared a wall with my empty one. Tony dumped us on the mattress and followed us down.

What happened after that stopped being separate acts and became a loop I couldn't count.

Tony put Kaley on her back and fucked her while I was told to sit on her face. Her tongue on my freshly used pussy did things to me that I didn't have words for. Then he pulled out of Kaley and pushed back into me from behind while Kaley sucked my clit. Then both of us on our knees, side by side, taking turns on his cock with our mouths until he shoved me down and mounted me again, Kaley whispering encouragement into my hair. The enhanced cock never really went down. The libido in the candy drove us to last so much longer than our normal limitations.

I came until the orgasms blurred. Some of them were sharp and humiliating, ripped out of me while Tony called me Nikki and his good little beta bimbo. Some of them snuck up while Kaley's perfect, cartoon-swollen body was under me or over me or pressed to my side, and I told myself it's her, it's Kaley, that's why you're coming so hard. Look at the sight of her. You're not getting off on Tony. You're getting off on her. And then Tony would change the angle and hit that spot and the lie would come apart at the seams.

"Still telling yourself a story, Nikki?" Tony asked once, buried to the hilt, Kaley's fingers spreading my pussy so he could watch himself move. It was as if he could read my mind.

"It's okay, Nikki, whatever you need to tell yourself. Your pussy doesn't care about the lies as long as it's filled. It just keeps dripping for me."

I lost count. Four. Six. I stopped being sure the last one had ended before the next one started. My voice went hoarse. My new tits were marked with fingerprints. Tony's seed leaked out of me and Kaley both until the sheets were a disaster.

Near the end Tony had me on my back, ankles in those same big hands I'd imagined all day, and the picture from my nightmares came true in every ugly, dripping detail. Shaved mound. Stretched hole. Tony's cock working in and out while Kaley kissed me and told me I looked so pretty like this.

One last orgasm took me apart. It started in my clit and detonated outward until I couldn't hear anything but my own wrecked voice and Tony's laugh and Kaley's that's it, good bimbo, let go. After it I couldn't move. The six-hour clock was still out there somewhere. I had no idea how long was left on it.

I told myself, fading, that it had been Kaley. Her body. Her mouth. Her voice in my ear. That was the part that counted.

The lies kept coming because to stop thinking them was to admit something I had no intention of ever uttering aloud. I wasn't going to give Tony the satisfaction.

We collapsed, giddy, exhausted, and thoroughly sated. Tony dropped between us and pulled us tight, drawing both of his bimbos into him as if he owned us.

"Mine," Tony grunted, and neither of us argued.

Kaley tucked herself against him and ran her finger lazily over my chest, drawing little circles until she passed out.

I fell asleep in their bed with my bully's cum still leaking out of me, Kaley's hair in my mouth, and the last honest thought I managed before the dark took me.

I'd been used. What's worse, I didn't hate it.

Sleep swallowed me.

I woke to hands on my body.

Not Kaley's. Bigger. Rougher. A strong palm cupped the heat between my legs and rubbed, slow and steady, two thick fingers parting slick folds that were still tender from the night we'd had. For a second the leftover fog tried to call it a dream. Then a thumb found my clit and rubbed, and my hips twitched into the touch before my brain caught up.

Tony.

The mattress dipped as Tony swung a leg over my thighs and settled his weight. I was already on my stomach, face in a pillow that smelled like all three of us. Kaley slept on her side an arm's length away, blonde hair a mess, one cartoon-swollen breast escaping the sheet. In the predawn darkness I could barely see.

But I could still feel. Tony's cock, still too big, still the bull-pill version, not yet worn down to his human size, dragged through my pussy from behind, teasing my lips.

"Don't tense up," Tony murmured, almost conversational. "We don't have long left. I want to make sure I've enjoyed everything my new bimbo has to offer before you turn back into Needle and start pretending this was a dare you regret."

He guided himself in.

My mouth opened against the pillow. The stretch was familiar now and still too much, last night's use making the slide filthy-easy. Tony bottomed out with a satisfied sound and rolled his hips, grinding deep, one hand braced beside my head, the other reaching under to squeeze a heavy tit.

"Still wet. Still taking it like you were built for me, Nikki."

I tried to find a sentence. What came out was a moan. The candy hadn't let go of me yet. Six hours, Kaley had said. I had no idea how many were left. My body still answered to the bull in the room as if my brain had no say in the matter.

Tony fucked me like that for a few minutes. Deep and slow. The kind of pace that said he already knew I wasn't going anywhere.

He whispered filthy things in my ear, and my body hummed with excitement. I thought he was going to fill me again, but without warning he pulled out. I made a helpless noise at the empty clench.

Something cool squirted between my ass cheeks. Lube. Thick and slick, sliding down my ass to my pussy.

Tony's thumb spread it down into my crease. I felt the pressure, then a finger forced its way in.

"Fuck," I whispered, voice high and raspy. "That's my ass."

"No." Tony worked the finger to the knuckle, then added a second without asking. The burn made my whole body go tight. "It's my ass. You took Kaley's. Now I'm taking yours, Needle. Be a good little bimbo and raise it up."

I wanted to run.

The thought was clean and useless. Get off the bed, get down the hall, lock the door that hadn't saved me last night. My addled brain heard Tony's voice and filed the idea under later. Obedience sat in me like a second pulse. I realized, with a sick little flicker of clarity, that it had to be a side effect of the pills. Bimbos were toys to be used. Bulls gave the orders. The same subliminal force that had dropped me to my knees when Tony said kneel responded again.

My knees slid wider. My hips lifted. The pillow took the sound I made.

"That's my girl," Tony said, and the word girl landed in my gut like a hand. "Present it. You spent months listening to me use Kaley. You put your cock in her ass when the candy made you brave. Fair's fair, Needle. Give me your ass."

My brain said one thing, my body another.

The head of Tony's cock replaced the fingers. Blunter. Heavier. Impossibly big. He pushed anyway.

My world narrowed to the burn. My ass was different from the new pussy. It was tighter, meaner, a ring of muscle that didn't want to accommodate my monstrous bully. Tony didn't rush it and didn't stop. He fed it in in slow, grinding increments, talking the whole time, one hand on my hip to keep the angle.

"Breathe. Don't you dare clench me out, Nikki. You ate candy off my girlfriend's tit and sat on my cock until you came on it. This is just the rest of the tour. Relax that beta hole and take your bully's cock."

I did. I couldn't stop myself.

The head popped through. I sobbed into the pillow, not crying, just ruined, humiliated noise. Tony gave me two breaths and then kept going until his hips sat flush to my ass and his chemically inflated inches were buried inside me.

"There, Nikki. That's all of it. That's your ass full of me. Or should I say, my ass?"

I couldn't answer. Tony started to move.

Short strokes first, letting the lube catch up, then longer ones that dragged me back with his withdrawal. Each thrust punched the air out of me. Kaley stirred at the sound, blinked, and smiled as if she'd woken up to a show she hadn't expected. She scooted closer, kissed the corner of my open mouth, and slid a hand under me to find my clit.

"He's in your ass," she whispered, almost wondering. "God, Nikki. You're taking it all? Good bimbo. You're such a good little bimbo, Nikki."

Tony laughed, breathless, and picked up the pace.

"Even after the medication wears off," he said, driving in hard enough that the headboard knocked the wall I used to listen through, "you're going to remember this moment. The moment your bully took your ass. Not Kaley's. Yours. You can cook breakfast tomorrow and glare at me over the pan, and your hole's still going to twitch with this memory when I walk in the room."

I came the first time with Kaley's fingers on my clit and Tony's cock buried in my ass. It was an ugly, full-body clench that made Tony groan and grind deeper. Shame arrived on the backside of it, bright and useless. I was facedown in my roommate's bed getting my ass fucked while the girl I'd fantasized about rubbed me through it and called me a good bimbo.

Tony didn't stop.

"One more. I felt that. Do it again. Come on your bully's cock like the slut the candy made you. Louder. I want to hear it."

Kaley pinched my nipple and kept rubbing. Tony's rhythm turned filthy, hips slapping, the wet sound of lube and the tighter groans he was wringing out of me. My thoughts came apart into scraps.

The second orgasm took my arms out from under me. I went flat, ass still up because Tony's hands kept it there, pussy dripping onto the sheet while my ass fluttered around the shaft ruining it. I heard myself say Tony's name like Kaley used to through the wall. Soft and pleading.

I hated the sound and came down from it shaking.

Tony's control finally slipped. He planted himself to the hilt, dropped his weight onto my back, and came with a low grunt against the back of my neck. Heat flooded my ass in thick pulses, too much, leaking as soon as Tony so much as breathed. Tony stayed inside me through it, grinding out the last of it, one hand fisted in my long dark hair.

"Mine," he said, quiet, as if he were staking a claim. "For the next however many minutes you've got left as Nikki. And after that, well. You're still mine."

He pulled out slow. I felt the gape, the drip, the sudden humiliating emptiness. Cum ran down over my used pussy and onto my thighs.

Kaley kissed my shoulder. Tony sat back on his heels, looking at the mess like a man who'd finished a workout.

The fog thinned by a degree. Not gone. Enough for the room to become a room again: Tony's bedroom, Kaley in the sheets, morning light, the shared wall, the fact of my own body still wrong.

Still his?

I shoved myself off the mattress.

My legs almost didn't hold. I didn't look at either of them. I grabbed nothing, not even a shirt, and got out the door on instinct alone, one hand on the frame, the other useless at my side. Behind me Tony laughed, not loud, just certain. Kaley said my name, Nick or Nikki, I couldn't tell, but I didn't stop.

I ran.

I made it down the hall and into my own room and got the door shut this time. It didn't feel like safety. It felt like a prison to hide in while cum leaked out of my ass and ran down the insides of my thighs. I put my back to the wood and slid to the floor, new tits heavy, long hair in my face, the ache in both holes ticking in time with my pulse.

Tomorrow I would have to walk into the kitchen.

Tomorrow Tony would be at the counter. Kaley would pour coffee. Someone would say good morning as if the last few hours were a game that had ended cleanly when the pills wore off.

Only it hadn't.

I knew in my soul that Tony was not going to let this go.

I sat on the floor of my own bedroom with my bully's cum dripping out of my ass and no idea how I was going to look either of them in the eye when the sun came up.

They'd used me, and I'd let them.

I slid down to the floor, his seed leaking out of me, my body tingling with pleasure in places I wasn't used to.

Then my fingers brushed my clit and I passed out.

Visions of a monstrous cock haunted my dreams.