Buddy to Slut (TG Story) - Chapter 8

Buddy to Slut (TG Story)

By FemmeForge

Eric thought his brilliant but unhinged buddy Dexter was working on some harmless experiment to “make him a real man.” Bigger cock, taller frame, unstoppable sex drive — what loser wouldn’t want that? But when Dexter lures him into the chamber for Project Venus, Eric’s world collapses. The gas doesn’t make him stronger — it melts, twists, and reshapes him into Eva: a dripping, cock-hungry bombshell with massive tits, thick thighs, and a pussy built to be bred.

What begins as betrayal spirals into depravity as Dexter gloats, taunts, and finally claims his newly transformed friend. Cum, moans, and humiliation blur together in the lab as Eric dies and Eva is born — a slutty masterpiece who craves exactly what she was turned into.

A day neither of them will ever forget: when best friends became creator and cockslut.

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Chapter 8

Sunlight leaked through the blinds in broken stripes, falling across the carnage of Dexter’s room. The place reeked of sweat and sex. The sheets were damp, sticky in spots where they’d both collapsed and spilled themselves again and again. Their clothes were scattered everywhere — her ripped boxers stretched beyond saving, Dexter’s shirt crumpled in the corner, the lab coat stained in ways it was never meant to be.

Eva stirred with a soft gasp, her pouty lips parting as her body twitched itself awake. The soreness hit first — deep, low, a throb in her hips and thighs like she’d been pounded into the mattress for hours (which she had). Every inch of her felt raw and sticky, coated in the ghosts of last night.

Her dainty hands moved without thought, sliding straight up over her chest. The tits were heavy in her palms, tender and swollen, still glossed with dried streaks that glued to her skin. She squeezed them together, and a sharp, slutty moan cut out of her throat. “Mmmmmmhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn… they’re sore… ffffffuuuuucccckkk, they’re still swollen from being bounced all nighttttt…”

Her nipples stabbed into her palms, stiff and aching, still sensitive from his mouth and hands. She rubbed them in little circles, whimpering as every touch sent sparks straight to her pussy.

And oh, her pussy. Her hand slid lower, past the curve of her damp belly, over her mound. The moment her fingers brushed against the swollen slit, she hissed, thighs jerking. Her lips were puffy, raw from how many times she’d been filled. When she parted them with her fingertips, a sticky trail of cum clung to her, stringing wetly back to the sheets.

Eva bit down on her lip and whined, her voice high and cracked. “Ohhhhhh g-godddddddd… I’m still leaking from himmmmmm… fuckkk, I’m full of itttttttt~…” She tilted her hips against her hand, smearing the wetness down her thigh, the sheets beneath her sticking to her skin.

She rocked softly, her other hand kneading her tits again, smearing crusted streaks of seed across the wobbling orbs. Her pouty lips curved into a sloppy smile as she moaned louder. “Mmmmmhhhhhhhnnnn… my whole body feels ruined… sore tits, stretched pussy, cum dripping out of meeeeee… ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk, I’m such a messsssss…”

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, basking in the dirty ache. The morning sun kissed her glazed skin, making every streak and smudge glisten fresh again. And all she could think was how badly she wanted more.

Eva’s chest rose and fell in shaky gulps, every breath sticky with the musk clinging to the sheets. Her dainty fingers smeared another streak of dried cum across her tits, pressing into her nipples until she gasped, the sound sharp and slutty in the quiet room.

“Ohhhhhh ffffuuuuckkkkkk…” she whined, tilting her head back against the pillow, her hair glued in strands from where Dexter had finished in it. “I’m a fuckin’ wreckkkk… covered, soaked, stretched wide opennnn~…”

She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting the salty glaze that had dried along her cleavage. Her pouty mouth trembled as her tongue dragged across her knuckles, moaning as the memory of his cock shoved back into her brain.

The ache between her legs flared again, her swollen lips pulsing as more of his seed dribbled free. She spread her thighs lazily, letting the mess pool under her, squirming as the sheets clung to her skin. “Mmmmmmhhhhhhhnnnnnn… it’s still inside meeeeee… dripping out in globs, like my body doesn’t even wanna let go of himmmm~…”

Her tits jiggled as she pawed at them again, pressing them together, imagining the way they’d bounced while he fucked her in doggy. “Look at meeeeee… waking up with cum still in my pussy, on my tits, in my hairrrrrr… ohhhhhh godddddd, I look like I belong in a fuckin’ porn scene~…”

Tears welled in her eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming flood of sensation. She bit her lip, then let it go with a slutty whimper. “I used to jerk off hoping for a weak little dribble from my dickkkk~… now I wake up soaked in cum, aching, messy, ruinedddddd… and it feels better than anything I’ve ever knownnnnn!”

Her hips twitched, grinding softly against her hand, her mind spiraling further. “I love waking up ruined. I love being marked. I love being his slutty messssssss~…”

The thought alone had her shivering, her pouty lips opening for another sharp moan as her tits wobbled and her pussy clenched, savoring the ruin she was basking in.

Eva’s pouty lips trembled into a filthy smile as she clutched her tits tighter, letting her fingers smear the tacky glaze across her nipples. Her eyes fluttered half-shut as the memories of last night clawed back to the surface.

It hadn’t ended in the lab. Not even close. After the chamber, after the fog, after the shock of seeing her reflection — Dexter hadn’t stopped at claiming her once.

They had stumbled into his room together, still dripping, still laughing like lunatics at how far they’d gone. And then it turned feral. Sheets torn, bed creaking, her new tits bouncing wildly as he pounded her again and again until she screamed herself hoarse.

Eva moaned softly, grinding her thighs together as the flashes played in her mind: his hands slapping her ass raw, his cock stretching her pussy until she sobbed, both of them collapsing only to start again.

Her dainty hands slid down, brushing the slick between her thighs. “Mmmmmmhhhhhhhnnnn… we didn’t just fuck once… we fucked until the night swallowed us whole… until I collapsed with cum leaking out of me and my tits sore from bouncinggggg~…”

She pressed her face into the pillow, muffling a giggle that broke into a moan. “I thought the lab was the end… but no… we tore through this room like animals… like nothing else mattered but his cock and my pussy…”

The sheets still clung, damp with proof of everything they’d done. And the soreness in her body wasn’t just from the transformation. It was from him. From hours of wild, relentless passion that left them both ruined and unconscious.

Her pouty lips curled as she sighed into the morning air. “Ohhhhhh Goddddddd… I can’t believe I loved every fucking second of itttttt…”

Eva rolled her head to the side, strands of dried-spunk hair sticking to her cheek as she peered across the messy bed. Dexter lay sprawled, one arm draped off the mattress, lips parted in soft snores. His body was a wreck of scratches and bite marks — her nails, her teeth — but what caught her eye made her throat tighten.

His cock. Still heavy, still half-hard even in sleep, lying across his thigh like it was waiting. A fat bead of leftover cum glistened at the tip, catching the morning light.

Her breath hitched. Every filthy second from the night before came rushing back: the way he’d moaned into her ear, the cum spilling over her tits, the fog in the chamber that had stripped away Eric and left her as Eva.

Her pouty lips trembled open, whispering into the quiet room. “Fffffuckkkkkk… I really let him turn me into thissssss~…”

Her dainty hand slid over her tits again, smearing the tacky glaze as her nipples hardened under her palm. Her pussy clenched, leaking another droplet onto the ruined sheets beneath.

She bit her lip, her eyes locked on that half-hard cock, her whisper sharp and filthy. “Turned me into a dripping, cock-drunk whore… and I don’t even wanna stop~…”

Eva’s breath slowed, but her chest still heaved, her tits wobbling with every shaky inhale. Her eyes stayed glued to his cock — thick, twitching, smeared with the remnants of her ruin. It looked bigger than ever in the light of day, obscene and heavy, the same cock that had just hours ago split her wide open and branded her as something she swore she’d never be.

Her pouty lips parted in a whisper, voice raw. “I used to be his buddy… his drinking partner, his loser sidekick. We used to sit around broke and jobless, talking shit about women…”

Her dainty hand crept down her belly, smearing a trail of cum as it slid toward her puffy slit. She gasped softly, fingers brushing her swollen lips. “Now look at meeee… tits full of his cum, pussy stretched by him all night, moaning his name like a pornstarrrrr…”

Tears welled, but they mixed with a filthy smile. She couldn’t stop staring at his shaft, still slick, still demanding. “I used to have a cock… used to stroke it alone, wishing I could fuck somebody. Now I am the fuckable body. He took away my dick… and gave me this.” Her fingers pressed her mound, feeling another droplet leak free. “This hungry little hole that craves him every second…”

Her thighs rubbed together, her voice spiraling higher as shame and lust blurred into one. “He turned his buddy into his slut. I let him. Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk, I let him… and I can’t stop wanting moreeeeee…”

Her tits bounced as she trembled, moaning sharp and slutty into the stillness, her eyes locked on the cock that had done it all.

Eva’s pouty lips quivered, then slowly curled into a wicked, naughty smile. Her eyes stayed fixed on Dexter’s cock — half-hard, still smeared with the glaze of their night — and a pulse of heat shot through her core that made her toes curl.

Her voice broke into a whisper, trembling between awe and filth. “Goddddd, I want more… even after all that, I still want moreeee~…”

Her dainty hand cupped her tits, squeezing them together, cum squelching sticky between her fingers. Her thighs rubbed, her pussy throbbing. “I never used to get enough… jerking my little cock alone like some pathetic joke. Now? One night with this dick and I can’t stop craving it. Can’t stop needing it. I’m a fuckin’ addict nowwww~…”

Her pouty lips parted, drool sliding down her chin as the words spilled sharper, filthier. “I love it when he ruins me. I love it when I wake up sore and sticky, knowing his cock painted me inside and out. I love that I’m not his buddy anymore… I’m his slut, his cumdump, his little cock-sleeve made just for himmmm~…”

Her breath hitched as her pussy twitched violently, her hand trembling as it slid across her mound. “Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk, I can’t even pretend anymore. I don’t want my old dick back. I want his. I wanna suck it until I choke, ride it until I can’t walk, feel it leaking inside me every nightttttt~…”

Her voice cracked, tears of filth and awe cutting down her cheeks as her pouty lips trembled. “I’m not Eric anymore. Eric’s dead. I’m Eva. His slut. And I love ittttttt~…”

She gasped hard, clutching her tits, her eyes wide and hungry on his cock, her smile curling filthier by the second.

Eva slid lower beneath the tangled, sticky sheets, her tits dragging over the damp fabric as she crept toward him. The heat of his body grew stronger the closer she got, the musky smell of sweat and cum rolling off him in waves.

Her eyes locked on it — his cock, thick and heavy, lying half-hard against his thigh. A bead of sticky white clung to the swollen tip, glistening in the sunlight. Her pouty lips parted, a drop of drool spilling down her chin as her chest rose faster.

The smell hit her next — musky, raw, soaked in the memory of last night’s ruin. It made her pussy twitch, her thighs squeeze tight. She whimpered through her teeth, her dainty fingers rubbing circles over her swollen mound as she leaned closer.

Inside her head, the thought slid out filthy, shameless. “Maybe the best way to wake him… is to worship this again.”

Her pouty lips curled into a smile as she hovered over it, her breath warm against the sticky head. She could feel it twitch in response, and that alone made her giggle softly, sluttily, like a girl who’d already made up her mind.

Eva slid the sheet down to his hips, exposing his cock fully to the morning light. Her dainty hand hovered first, trembling before she gave in and wrapped her fingers around the warm shaft. Even soft, it was thick, her fingers not quite meeting around it.

She let out a sharp little moan at the feel, squeezing gently, watching it twitch against her palm. “Mmmmmmhhhhhh… still heavy, still leaking for meeeeee…” she whispered, drool beading at her lip.

Leaning closer, she blew a slow, hot breath over the swollen tip. The bead of cum at the head quivered, then rolled down the side. Dexter’s body shifted in his sleep, a groan rumbling from deep in his chest, but he didn’t wake.

Eva giggled softly, then bent her head and let her tongue drag across the tip — just a flick, a taste. “Mmmmmmnnnnhhhhhh saltyyy, still himmmmmm…” she moaned, smearing her spit across the slit.

Her strokes grew slower, deliberate, milking him lazily as her tongue circled the head again and again. She pressed her pouty lips close without closing them, just brushing, kissing air against his cock until it twitched harder in her grip.

Dexter groaned again, his hips giving a faint thrust against her hand. Eva’s eyes went wide, her giggle turning into a filthy moan. “Ohhhhhh yesssssss… rise and shine, big boy…”

She dragged her tongue lower now, tracing a wet path down the underside, leaving trails of spit that glistened in the light. Every lick made his shaft swell thicker, harder, until it throbbed hot and alive in her hand.

Eva leaned in closer, eyes glazed, her pouty lips hovering just above the swollen head. Her tongue slid out slow, dragging up the length of his shaft from base to tip, tasting every vein, every ridge. The flavor hit her instantly — sharp salt, musky heat, the leftover tang of cum from the night before. It coated her tongue, and she moaned sharp, a slutty whimper vibrating against him.

“Mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn… ohhhhhh Goddddd, you taste so fucking goodddd…” she whispered against his cock, before lapping at him again, slower this time, like she wanted to savor every inch.

Drool began to pool in her mouth and spill out, sliding down the sides of her lips. She didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, she let it drip onto his shaft, fat globs of spit rolling over the slick skin, mixing with the musk until it gleamed in the sunlight.

She licked circles around the head, tongue swirling across the slit until more precum oozed free. She moaned at the taste, letting it roll back over her tongue before swallowing greedily. “Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhnnnn… yesssss, give me moreeeeee…”

Her dainty fingers wrapped tighter around the base, stroking slowly, deliberately, smearing her spit up and down the shaft until it glistened wet. With every stroke, she leaned down to kiss along the veins, planting wet, sloppy kisses that smeared drool further.

Dexter stirred in his sleep. A deep, guttural grunt rumbled in his chest as he shifted, his hips jerking faintly. His cock twitched against her hand, pressing forward like it was seeking her mouth.

Eva giggled low, slutty, her pouty lips curling into a wicked smile. She dragged her tongue flat along the underside again, slow as sin, her spit dripping and stringing across his cock. “Mmmmmhhhhhhhnnnnnn… even when you’re asleep, your body begs for meeeeee…”

She licked him again, slower, wetter, until spit pooled at his base and ran down over his balls. Her tits pressed against his thigh as she bent lower, the weight of them wobbling, smearing against his skin.

His hips twitched harder, a louder grunt slipping out of him. Still asleep, but his cock was swelling thicker, harder, reacting to every filthy worship her mouth and hands poured into him.

Eva giggled again, her tongue flicking the tip as drool streamed down her chin. “Rise and shine, big boy… let your good girl wake you up the right wayyy…”

Eva parted her pouty lips wide, a thin string of drool already hanging from her tongue as she leaned down and finally wrapped them around the fat, swollen tip. The taste hit her instantly — musky, salty, soaked in last night’s filth — and her whole body shivered as a moan rattled deep in her throat.

“Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~…”

The vibration made his cock twitch hard against her tongue. Her dainty fingers slid down to the base, clutching him tight, guiding more of that heat into her mouth. Her lips stretched around the girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with filthy, wet pulls that echoed in the quiet room.

Spit gushed fast, dribbling down her chin and over her tits, dripping onto the sheets below. She bobbed slow at first, savoring it, then deeper, pressing her throat to take him inch by inch. Her eyes rolled back as her gag reflex caught, a muffled choke slipping out — only for her to moan louder around him, drool spilling in thick ropes from her lips.

His cock swelled thicker in her mouth, pulsing alive, veins bulging against her tongue with every suck. Eva moaned again, higher this time, like she was savoring candy instead of choking down her best friend’s dick.

Dexter stirred, head shifting against the pillow, a low groan slipping from his chest. “Nnnnnnnhhhhhh… E-Evaaaa…” he muttered, still half-asleep, his voice heavy and cracked.

The sound of her name — her new name — spilling from his lips sent a shiver straight through her core. Her pussy clenched, drooling onto the sheets, while she pushed lower, forcing him deeper into her throat. The gag was wet and sharp, but she moaned through it, the sound vibrating down his shaft.

Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, smeared across his cock as she bobbed harder. Each sloppy pull echoed, schhlkkk, glrk, schlkkkk, the noise lewd enough to make the air humid. Her tits bounced wildly against his thigh, smearing drool and pre-cum across his skin.

Dexter groaned again, hips giving a weak thrust upward. His body was still asleep, but his cock was wide awake, shoving deeper into her throat. Eva gagged hard, her eyes watering, spit pouring down in strings — and then she moaned again, higher, filthier, as if choking on him was exactly what she wanted.

“Mmmmmhhhhhgggggllllkkkkkkkk… nnnhhhhhhmmmnnnnnnghhh… ohhhhh ffffuckkkkkk yes, fill my mouthhhh~…”

Her pouty lips clung tight as she sucked harder, milking his cock with wet, sloppy determination. Drool and precum mixed, dripping down her chin, slicking her tits, staining the sheets, while Dexter’s body reacted on pure instinct — twitching, thrusting, groaning her name without even knowing he was awake.

Eva’s pouty lips slid lower, stretching wider as more of his cock disappeared into her throat. She gagged wetly, eyes watering, but she didn’t stop — she moaned through it, the vibration rolling down his shaft as she forced herself deeper.

“Gllllkkkkkkk… schlkkkllrrrrrkkk… mmmmmhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn~…”

Drool poured in fat strings from her lips, pooling at the base of his cock, soaking the sheets beneath. Each time she pulled back, spit stretched in long strands from her mouth to his shaft, breaking only to splatter across her tits. The sheets squelched under her knees, messy with the mix of spit and her own dripping arousal.

Her dainty fingers squeezed his shaft tight, guiding him down her throat again and again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. She slobbered across every inch, her lips shining, her chin glossy, her moans sharp and slutty each time she bobbed lower.

Dexter groaned in his half-sleep, his hips jerking weakly upward, feeding her more cock. His voice cracked against the pillow. “Nnnnnnnhhh… fffffuckkkk… Evaaaa…”

Her eyes fluttered back, tears streaking her cheeks as she let his tip bump against her throat again, choking wetly before swallowing him deeper. Her thoughts spiraled filthier with every gag.

Godddddddddd, I love this… I’m his good girl nowwwww… waking him with my mouth, choking myself on his cockkkkkk…

Her tits wobbled against his thigh as she bobbed harder, faster, spit foaming around her lips. This is who I am now… his slut… his cocksucker… his good girl that drools all over herself just to make him moan~…

She pulled off with a gasp, a messy “plop” as spit and precum smeared across her chin, then dove down again, hungrier, her moans cracking higher. “Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhnnnnnnnn! Yesssssss! His good girllllll~!”

Every stroke left him harder, thicker, twitching in her mouth — and still, Dexter drifted on the edge of waking, groaning louder but not yet opening his eyes.

Eva wiped her spit-slick chin with the back of her hand, only to smear it across her tits, leaving her cleavage glossy. Her pouty lips hovered over the fat head, drooling down his shaft as she panted hard. Her eyes, glassy and desperate, locked on the length pulsing in her grip.

I can take it… I need to take it all…

With a filthy whimper she parted her lips wide and slid down again, slower this time, determined. Inch after inch disappeared past her tongue, her throat straining as she moaned sharp, wet gags choking out of her.

“Gllllkkkkk… gghhhrrrrnnnnkkk… mmmmmmhhhhnnnnnnnnn!”

Her eyes watered, tears streaking down her cheeks as she fought her reflex, slobber bubbling out from the corners of her mouth. Her dainty hands pressed against his thighs for leverage, her tits squashing against them as she forced herself lower.

Dexter groaned louder in his half-sleep, hips twitching weakly. “Nnnnnnhhh—fffuckkkk—Evaaaa…”

The sound of her name made her moan around his cock, throat tightening as she swallowed, dragging him deeper still. Her jaw ached, spit streamed down in thick strings onto the sheets, and yet she pushed harder, trembling with the effort.

Until finally — her nose pressed against the wiry hair at his base, her throat stretched to the limit, his cock completely buried inside her.

Her whole body convulsed, gagging violently, but she moaned louder, muffled and raw, drool cascading down in ropes that soaked the sheets below. Ohhhhh goddddd yesssssss… I did it… I’m taking him all the wayyyy…

She held there, throat convulsing, eyes rolling back as her thoughts spiraled. This is what a good girl does… this is who I am now… his cock all the way down my throat, my tears, my spit, my moans — all for himmmmm~…

Dexter’s body shifted again, his hips giving a reflexive thrust deeper into her throat. Eva gagged hard, eyes crossing, spit spraying from her lips — but she moaned through it, trembling as she clung to his thighs, swallowing desperately to keep him buried.

Dexter’s body lurched with a guttural groan, his hips jerking forward into the wet, molten heat swallowing him whole. His eyes snapped open, hazy at first, then wide as the scene in front of him sharpened into focus.

Eva. On her knees. Her tits pressed heavy and slick against his thighs, wobbling with every gagging thrust. Her pouty lips were stretched around his cock, stuffed full to the root, her throat convulsing audibly as she forced herself deeper. Tears streaked her cheeks, her makeup smeared into nothing, drool cascading in fat ropes from her chin. The sheets under her knees were already drenched, a puddle of spit soaking into the mattress as she gagged and moaned around him.

The sight made Dexter’s jaw slacken. For a split second he just stared — his old buddy, his best friend, now this dripping, cock-hungry slut choking herself awake on him like it was her purpose in life. The surreal horror of it twisted instantly into something else. His lips split into a jagged grin, and then he let out a broken, hungry laugh that tore up his throat.

“Best… fuckin’… wake-up… ever.”

Eva’s eyes rolled up at his words, glossy and needy, as if his approval alone rewired her. She moaned loud around his cock — a filthy, wet vibration that made his shaft twitch hard in her throat. She pulled back with a lewd, sloppy plop that filled the room, spit stretching in long, glistening ropes from her swollen lips to his cock.

She panted once, drool spilling over her chin, then giggled breathlessly through the mess before diving back down. Her throat opened wide as she slammed herself to the hilt again, gagging violently, tears springing fresh down her cheeks.

Dexter groaned raw, throwing his head back into the pillow, his abs flexing as her throat milked him. “Fffffffuckkkkkk, Evaaaaaa—Jesus Christ, look at youuuu~…”

His hand shot down, tangling in her spit-slick hair, gripping it tight as his hips gave another thrust up into her mouth. He could feel her tits squashing against him, slick with spit and bouncing with every choke.

“Drooling all over me like you’re starving,” he snarled between ragged moans, voice cracking with arousal. “Choking yourself just to get deeper. You’re—fuckkkkkk—you’re a goddamn work of art.”

Eva gagged again, harder this time, her throat spasming violently around him, spit foaming at the corners of her mouth. She clutched at his thighs with her dainty hands, nails digging into his skin as she moaned into his cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Her body rocked with every gag, tits bouncing against his legs, nipples dragging slick across his skin. Her moans broke into filthy, high-pitched squeals, muffled by his shaft crammed into her throat.

Dexter’s eyes dropped back down, his grin turning feral. “Good girl… fuckin’ good girl… don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—show me how bad you need it.”

Eva’s glossy eyes flicked up at him through a veil of tears, and even with her throat stuffed full she managed a slutty little smirk around his cock. She pulled back with a lewd, wet plop, strings of spit clinging between her lips and his shaft, then gasped a shaky breath through her drool-slick smile.

“Mmmmmmhhhhhhnnnnn… you like that, daddy? You like your good girl making a mess just for youuuuu?” she whispered, her voice cracked and filthy.

Before he could answer, she opened wide again and shoved him back in, swallowing him down in one greedy motion. Her throat clenched hard, convulsing around the thickness as her moans bubbled loud, sloppy, desperate.

She set her own rhythm, bobbing hard and fast, then pulling off to lap sloppily at the underside, tongue dragging long and wet from base to tip before diving back down again. Every move was exaggerated, messy, deliberate — not just pleasuring him, but performing for him.

Drool poured off her chin in fat streams, slicking his balls, soaking into the sheets. Her tits wobbled violently against his thighs, smearing spit across his skin. She mashed them tighter against him with her forearms, making sure he could feel their weight as she deepthroated him again and again.

Her inner voice screamed filth with every gag: I’ll prove it… I’ll prove I’m his good girl… I’ll choke, I’ll drool, I’ll ruin myself just to keep his cock hard for meeeee~…

Dexter groaned deep, his hand still tangled in her hair, but he didn’t take control. He just watched, wide-eyed and panting, as Eva moaned louder and louder around him, fucking his cock with her mouth like she wanted to earn a crown for it.

She pulled back once more, her lips popping free with another obscene noise, spit stretching in long ropes across her tits and his cock. She looked up at him through smeared tears, panting ragged. “See, Dexxxxxxx~? I don’t need you to fuck my face… I’ll wreck myself just to make you groan like thattttt~…”

Then she dove back down, harder, swallowing him whole again, her throat rippling as she buried her nose against his base and held, moaning broken and slutty as drool cascaded in floods onto the sheets.

Dexter’s groans cracked into something primal as he watched her ruin herself on his cock. Her pouty lips stretched wide, spit pouring in floods, tears streaking her cheeks while her tits wobbled against his thighs. Every gag and sloppy moan sent shocks of pleasure tearing up his spine until his self-control snapped like brittle glass.

“Fffffuckkkkk thissss—” he snarled, his voice jagged, hungry. His hands clamped hard into her spit-slick hair, yanking her down as his hips slammed up into her throat.

Eva squealed, gagging violently as his cock speared deep, but she moaned even louder, muffled and slutty, drool foaming at the corners of her mouth.

“Gllllkkkkkkk—hhhnnnnghhhhh—mmmmmhhhhnnnnnn~!”

Dexter’s eyes rolled back, his voice ripping out in broken growls as he rammed into her face. “Ohhhhhh Godddddd—Evaaaaaa—fuckkkkkk! Best decision I ever made was shoving your loser ass into that chamberrrrr~!”

Her eyes crossed as his cock battered her throat, tears streaming freely, spit spraying across his stomach with each brutal thrust. But her moans only sharpened, raw and eager.

“Yeahhhhhhh, choke on it, slut,” he groaned, face twisted in filthy ecstasy. “Transforming you—making you my perfect cocksucker—best thing I ever fuckin’ did. Look at you nowwwww! My good girl, drooling on my dick like you were born for itttttt!”

Eva tried to moan, the sound breaking into a guttural, wet vibration that clamped around his shaft. Her hands clawed at his thighs, not to stop him — but to pull herself tighter against him, nose buried in his skin as her throat convulsed around him.

Dexter howled, hips slamming harder, faster, turning her gagging into a chorus of sloppy, pornographic music. “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk yesssss! You’re mine, Evaaaaa! Mine foreverrrrrr!”

Dexter’s grip tightened, fists knotted in her spit-slick hair as he pounded up into her throat. Each thrust was savage, sharp, wet — her gagging echoing off the walls in filthy, squelching harmony with his groans.

“Gllllkkkkkk—hhrrrgghhhkkk—mmmmmhhhhnnnnn~!” Eva choked, her eyes watering, spit spraying with every brutal plunge. But her muffled moans grew louder, high-pitched and eager, her throat clenching around him like she couldn’t get enough.

Dexter’s voice broke into jagged laughter, twisted and proud. “Look at youuuu… my old buddy, the loser who couldn’t get laid, the broke fuck wasting his life on my couch—now on your knees, tits bouncing, drooling all over my cock like the perfect slut you were meant to beeeee!”

He slammed deeper, her nose mashing into his skin as he held her down, throat bulging around him. Eva clawed at his thighs, tears streaming, but the way her body trembled said it all — she wanted it.

“Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk, Evaaaaa! You think Eric could ever do this? You think Eric could ever make me moan like thissssss? Noooooo! Eric’s dead. Eric’s forgotten. All I’ve got now is Eva—my cumslut, my masterpiece, my perfect fucking creationnnnn!”

Her gagging grew louder, wetter, spit gushing down his shaft in rivers, soaking the sheets. Her tits slammed against his thighs with every brutal thrust, nipples dragging slick trails across his skin.

Dexter grinned down at her, sweat dripping off his brow. “You’re not a man anymore—you’re not my buddy—you’re my good girl now. And fuckkkkkk, you’re better than I ever imagined. Every gag, every choke, every filthy moan—proof I was right. Proof transforming you was the best thing I’ll ever do.”

Eva moaned sharp around his cock, the sound vibrating wet through her throat, sending shudders up his spine. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling as her pussy leaked onto the sheets below, her whole being consumed by the brutal rhythm.

Dexter thrust faster, harder, his groans turning into snarls. “Yesssssssss! Take it, Evaaaaa! Take your new life right down your throat! My good girl, my perfect slut, my gift to myself! You’re mine foreverrrrrrrr!”

Dexter’s thrusts turned ragged, his grip in her hair iron-tight, every muscle in his body seizing as his cock battered the back of her throat. Eva gagged and slobbered, tears streaming, spit cascading in sheets onto his thighs and the ruined sheets below.

“Gllllkkkkk—hhhhhrrrnnnngghhhh—mmmmmhhhnnnnnn~!” Her throat convulsed violently around him, her muffled moans vibrating wet and needy as she let him fuck her face raw.

Dexter’s eyes rolled back, his chest heaving, voice tearing out in a savage howl. “Ffffffuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk—Evaaaaaaa—ohhhhhh Godddddddd, I’m gonna—cum down that perfect throatttttt~!”

Her glossy eyes flicked up at him, tears and drool painting her face, and she moaned louder, clamping her lips tight around the base like she was begging for it.

That was it.

His whole body spasmed, his cock twitching deep in her throat before erupting. Hot, thick streams of cum blasted straight down her gullet, flooding her belly in gush after gush.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK~!” Dexter roared, his howl guttural, animal, echoing through the room as his hips bucked helplessly.

Eva gagged and swallowed, throat milking him as every pulse filled her. Spunk spilled past her lips when she couldn’t swallow fast enough, dripping in white rivers down her chin and onto her wobbling tits.

Her moans grew sharp, desperate, pornographic. “Mmmmmhhhhnnnnnnnghhhhhhh! Gllllkkkkk! Yessssssss! Fill meeeee!”

Dexter kept erupting, painting her insides, ropes of seed gushing until her belly felt heavy, until spit and cum mixed and poured down onto the sheets in filthy pools.

Finally his body collapsed back, his chest heaving, his grip slackening in her hair. His cock twitched weakly between her lips, still dripping, still sticky, as Eva moaned one last time and pulled off with a wet, obscene plop.

Her pouty lips were glazed, her face streaked in white, drool and seed clinging to her chin and tits. She swallowed audibly, her throat bobbing, then stuck her tongue out to lick the last pearly streaks off his shaft with a blissful, cum-drunk smile.

Dexter groaned, voice cracked. “Holy… fuck… Evaaaa… you’re… perfect.”

Dexter lay back against the pillows, chest heaving, cock still slick and twitching in the open air. He stared down at Eva kneeling between his legs, her tits and face glazed, her lips swollen and dripping, her eyes glossy with tears and cum.

A jagged laugh ripped out of him, half-moan, half-mockery. “Jesus Christ, look at you… I swear to fuck, Eva, you were made for this.”

Eva panted, wiping her chin with trembling fingers only to smear the cum across her tits, making them shine. She moaned at his words, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.

Dexter leaned forward, voice sharp and gloating. “The way you choke, the way you slobber all over me like you can’t breathe without cock in your throat—fuck, it’s like this body was built to suck dick. Built to swallow. Built to be my perfect good girl.”

Her pouty lips parted, a messy whimper escaping. “Nnnnnnnhhhh—Dexxxxxx~…”

He smirked harder, stroking her spit-and-cum-smeared cheek with his thumb before shoving it between her lips, making her suck it clean. “See? Natural. You don’t even think anymore—you just moan and swallow. Eric could never do this. But Eva?” He chuckled darkly, leaning close enough that his breath hit her wet face. “Eva was born for this. Born to choke, born to gulp, born to worship cock.”

Eva whimpered louder, licking at his thumb, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the filthy praise. Her pussy clenched hard, leaking down her thighs at the sound of his voice.

Dexter’s grin turned feral. “Look at you. On your knees, covered in my cum, dripping like a slut, and it fits you better than anything in your old life ever did. You’re not just natural at this—you’re perfect. My perfect little cocksucker.”

Dexter, still catching his breath, tilted his head forward, a filthy grin stretching across his face as Eva licked her lips, spit and cum glazing her cheeks. His cock twitched, still shiny from her throat.

“Holy fuck, Eva…” he groaned, voice breaking into a laugh. “You were made for this. Look at you—drool down your tits, cum all over your face, throat stretched around me like it was custom-fucking-designed.”

He leaned in, one hand gripping her chin, tilting her messy, tear-streaked face up toward him. His thumb smeared cum across her pouty lips as he chuckled. “And to think… yesterday you were just Eric. Some broke loser whining about life. Now? You’re my perfect slut. You didn’t just take my cock—you owned it. Like this was your goddamn destiny.”

His words were half-taunt, half-praise, but every syllable dripped with filthy satisfaction. “Best fucking experiment I’ve ever done. Better than curing cancer. Better than cracking quantum physics. Turning you into this cum-dripping cockslut? That’s my Nobel prize.”

He slapped his cock against her spit-slick lips, the sound wet and obscene. “You’re natural, Eva. Natural like you were never meant to be a man in the first place. You were born for this mouth, these tits, that pussy. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

To be continued...