This is a commission I did for DeviantArt
There was an almost PTSD nature to the way Paul balled up the silky hair behind his head in re-enactment of twenty minutes earlier when he had given his first ever blowjob. The guy was in the shower now – he could hear the spray from the hotel bathroom and the sound of running water made him suddenly desperate to wash the taste of cum from his mouth. He had swallowed, of course, and that was a shame that would live with him forever even if we was able to escape from the prison of this female body. There was a chance he could forget the feel of the satin thong as it chaffed his bubble butt with his own juices, there was even a chance he could forget the guiding hands on the back of his head and the streams of clumped mascara from his bug-eyes. But he would never forget the shame of feeling another man's seed dribbling down into his stomach.
“They won't all be that gentle, you know?” The gentle feminine sneer came from the corner, and by now, Paul knew better than to ask how June had managed to get into a locked hotel room. For someone who could transform him into the curvy beauty whose body he now occupied, teleportation or astral projection or whatever trick she was using was probably child's play. “Some will use your pretty little mouth like the fleshlight it deserves to be. They will drive their cocks relentlessly into the back of your throat until you gag and crush that cute little button nose into their pubes until it feels like you are breathing their sweat. That's if they want you from the front. Some will be more creative. Has your nose ever been in a man's asshole? If you are a super lucky little bitch, he might eat you out while you drain his balls...not that you deserve it!”
Paul bowed his head, unable to meet her stare. The resolve to resist the urges of his new body formed and then quickly crumbled as he once again tasted the mouthful the man in the shower had given him. If only he could keep his mouth shut. If only he had kept his mouth shut... June was the new office junior at his firm, and on her first day he had asked her out. She had politely declined, so in a spiteful rage, he had spread rumours she was a slut. When June found out, she had shown him exactly what she was – a powerful witch with a cruel temper. With a snap of her fingers, she had transformed Paul into a walking wet-dream – a form he would keep for one week. Unfortunately for Paul, that time reset every time he gave another man a blowjob and June had nastily given him quite the appetite for doing just that.
The shower clicked off and the large man who had shared the bed exited the bathroom. Paul felt a guttural pang of disappointment at seeing the towel wrapped around his waste. The shame was back and he glanced to where June had been to see she was now gone. It didn't matter. He knew she knew and that she was probably enjoying his humiliation all the same. The hunger was already returning, pushing the shame into the back of his mind. This was truly going to be the longest week of Paul's life.
