One Last Hurrah! (OpenTGC Re-Post)

"You can pout all you want, sugar, but there's only one way you're turning back..." The escort Dan had hired shrugged.

This was all because of Dan's friend. They were both nearing their Thirties and Luke was still in the mindset that they could spend most nights partying. When Dan finally spoke to him about it, Luke was quick to make excuses and, when Dan put his foot down, he made a deal... One final night to end it on a high. They hit bar after bar, drinking more than men their age should ever dare drink. Then, once Dan was sufficiently drunk enough, Luke was quick to steer them towards the Strip Club.

True to his word, Luke was making this night the most incredible night of their lives. He had wads of cash that he threw at the ladies, he got even more drinks for the two of them, and finally, he motioned for a stunning blonde to join them. A few whispers in her ear, with the inclusion of a not-so-subtle exchange of cash, the woman looked to Dan and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. She led Dan up to her private room, then, while Dan was fumbling with his belt, she popped a bottle of pink liquid and stored it in her mouth. Once Dan was ready for action, she pulled him in once again and the contents of the bottle slid straight down his throat. The rest was a bit of a blur, though the striking image was seeing the escort pull his cock off with the sound reminiscent of a cork escaping its bottle.

The changes were quick and violent. An explosion of hair out of his scalp, a crack of bones as his frame shifted, his body fat pushed towards his chest and ass. The only positive effect of the potion was a sudden sobriety that washed over Dan. Though with that sobriety, there was also the brutal realisation that this was all really happening. And finally, the make his new situation even worse, the escort took his cock and suction cupped it to a mirror. It looked pretty much exactly the same, aside from the new silicon 'skin tone'.

"You're friend was very specific in his requests." The escort continued. "He has the antidote. And the only way to earn it is to put on a show for him."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Dan squeaked.

"Sorry, hun, but he's the one paying and even if I wanted to help you, he already has the antidote."

She patted him on the shoulder. "Let me help you get ready." She winked. "We have about fifteen minutes before he joins us up here and you're going to need some pointers..."

When Luke entered the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see Dan had learned to accept his terms and conditions. Danielle was already on her knees, teasing the dildo that was once her own. She locked eyes with Luke, continuing the slow and sensual act of worshipping this manhood, just as the escort suggested. Her new outfit left little to the imagination, though she wore it without shame or embarrassment, at least visibly so. She was everything Luke had hoped for and well worth the thousand bucks he had spent.

While Danielle was performing, Dan was mortified. It was already clear that he had to play along, but seeing his so called friend lit a fire in his belly that threatened to break out. He wanted to knock the fucker out. And yet he knew down deep that his new body didn't even stand a chance. Not only that, but he could kiss his manhood goodbye.

Luke sat down on the bed, making no effort to hide his arousal. The only way Dan could get through this was to refocus his efforts on the fake cock between his lips. Using another of the escort's tips, he closed his eyes and vocalised some of his anger. Just as the escort had said, the sound was muffled into nothing more than a sensual moan. Luke had no idea the sounds that were turning him on were curses and insults that cut deep. But that also meant that Dan could only hear the sexy sounds of a feminine voice as he bobbed his head up and down his new toy. And just as the heat in his belly had started, so too did a fire further below the belt line. For the first time, he was feeling pleasure in his new form.

Mere minutes later, Danielle had progressed from a moaning cock-sucker to a bitch in heat. Luke watched with growing interest as she began grinding her hips in the air, a hand reaching down to play with herself as she continued to put on a show. The show in question was taken to a whole new level when she pried the dildo from its spot on the mirror and pressed it down onto the mirror beneath her. Luke had been so focused on her blowjob skills that he hadn't even noticed she was sitting on a mirror the entire time. She showed just a hint of trepidation before spreading her legs and squatting lower and lower, until she felt it press against her lips and slowly enter.

Dan was completely lost in the sensations of his new body. It was so much more visceral than a male's arousal. It took a hold of him and wouldn't let go. All he knew was he wanted more. Before he knew what he was doing, the dildo was all the way inside of him, his fake balls pressing against his new clit with a jolt of pleasure accompanying it. He knew he needed more. Soon he was fucking himself in more ways than one, as his old cock sank in and out of his wet pussy. His moans, now loud and clear for all to hear, were genuine and even more sensual than before.

"Fuck yes!" He gasped, feeling something building up inside of him.

"Not so fast, Danielle!" Luke interrupted, taking his friend by the arm and pulling her up with little effort. "How about we wrap up the foreplay and move to the main event?"

"You mean..."

He smirked. "You didn't think I paid a thousand just to watch you get off, did you?" It was then that Dan realised Luke was completely naked. "Don't act like you aren't curious how the real thing compares?"

Dan wasn't sure if it was the potion, the pleasure, or Danielle leading his actions, but he couldn't ignore his aching pussy. With a pitiful amount of resistance, he gave in to Luke's command and watched his friend lay back on the bed. Luke's cock was rock hard and pointing up to the ceiling. It looked ever so slightly larger than his own, but that only excited him further. The one piece of his brain that resisted was met with a single compromise; Danielle straddled Luke so that she wouldn't have to look the bastard in the face as she lowered herself onto her first real cock.

But despite that one act of defiance, Danielle was well and truly his. The moment she gave in and took him inside of her, she knew that it was far greater than what she had felt before. Dan was well and truly taken over by this new girl and both parties were all too happy with this development. Danielle was no longer moaning to herself, but for her partner. She begged for more, pleaded for him to go deeper, to make her cum.

Luke was happy with his little investment. His stick in the mud friend was now nothing but a hot slut that would be happy to party if it meant getting more of his cock, just as he arranged with the escort. There was no magic antidote that could undo this enchantment. Danielle was his girl and she didn't have a choice, even if she didn't know it. With one last trick up his sleeve, he pulled out of her and jerked himself off onto the mirror she once sat on.

"It's your choice, Dan... You can take the blue bottle..." He smirked. "Or you can make this permanent by cleaning that up!"

There was no question that Dan had learned a valuable lesson. Why bother with the boring side of life when his entire life could be one sex-filled party? He didn't know why Luke had chosen this way to teach him, but he did know that he couldn't go back now that he had a taste. So he crawled on his hands and knees and felt a spike in his own arousal at the idea of lapping up Luke's cum and sealing his fate as his party girl.