"Babe! I'm home!" you shouted as you stepped into the living room of your and your girlfriend's apartment. "Babe?" You ask the air, not used to her lack of a response. A shatter from the bedroom had you run in fear that she was harmed but you never expected what you saw when you entered. She sat on the end of your bed, with no clothing and a bare chest. This wasn't the shocking part however, there was a man as well, but they weren't fucking. The man was up to his hips in her cleavage, impossibly deep into her petite body. "Oh shit!" She shouted, forcing the last bit of the man into her chest, causing it to swell with fat, "I thought you weren't going to be home til five?" "What the fuck was that?" You asked, ignoring her question, "Did you just... eat that man?" "No! Uh maybe. Damn it! And I was just starting to think you were the one!" She replied ominously before turning towards you, eyes aglow with magic.
You found yourself forced to attention, arms clasped to your sides as your legs shot together. You tried to ask what was going on but found your lips sealed together tightly. You could do nothing but watch as she manipulated you with her hands from a distance, casting some magic and reshaping your body. You were forced to watch yourself in the bedroom mirror as your skin turned a bright purple, taking on a glossy sheen as it did so like plastic. Your arms melted into your torso, forcing it into a cylinder but your legs differed. Your feet grew wider as one, turning into one large disk. You looked into her eyes as your face smoothed over, your neck flaring out a bit until your entire body looked like a mushroom, no, a cock.
"I can't let anyone know about my magic," she told you, her voice sincere, "But that doesn't mean we can't still be together." She held you back up to the mirror, allowing you to see what you had become. A hard, plastic dildo stared back at you, its base a suction cup meant to be attached and sat on. "I was looking forward to giving you a tit job with my new breasts when you got home," she lamented, spinning you in her fingers. The feeling of being caressed by her was immensely pleasurable, forcing your mind off your sick fate and only allowing you to focus on the arousal. "Well, at least I can still use you," she consoled herself, pushing you onto the floor so you stood upright.
That was almost a year ago at this point, or at least you thought. Living most of your new life in a drawer took its toll on your ability to tell time, your only escape being when she needed relief, but those times ended months back. You tried to get over how quickly she had moved on from you, but the constant squeals and moans from just outside your drawer reminded you of what had happened to you. Even worse was the times she decided to use you in tandem with your replacement.
You could only watch as she affixed you to the floor, lowering her wet sex onto you. Your entire body enveloped by her warm pussy. You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the times she used you, but it still hurt that you were merely an object in her eyes. She would bounce on you as her new boyfriend watched, unaware that he could possibly share the same fate as the sex toy. You were stuck between an orgasm as you entered her most intimate areas and when she would lift herself up, revealing the man masturbating to her using you. It was so humiliating to be treated this way, but you were in the wrong place at the wrong time and there was the silver lining of still servicing the woman you loved, even if without choice.
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