"Part of Her" by Filthy Mind [Story][Pussy]
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Part of Her By Filthy Mind

Alex awoke to find that everything around him was a dark, bluish blur. He seemed to be covered by some kind of sheet. It was pinning him down. He could only make out some light coming from below, but he couldn't look down to see it. His entire body felt strange. He wasn't in any pain, but he felt sweaty and swollen all over, and it seemed like he was the wrong shape, somehow. He tried to sit up, but nothing happened. Panicking, he tried again. He couldn't budge. He was paralyzed! He desparately tried to move his arms and legs, but after a moment he realized it was pointless because they weren't there. He couldn't see himself, but somehow, he knew that his limbs were gone. It felt like his whole body was gone. Like he was somehow just a head.

He focused on his face. His mouth felt weird and tingly. His lips seemed to be hanging open, but when he tried to shut them, he could barely move them at all. He attempted to move his tongue, and nothing happened. His lips also felt larger and more sensitive than he was used to. He was very conscious of the feel of the sheet against them. He wasn't sure how long his mouth had been hanging open like this, but it couldn't have been very long. His mouth wasn't dry at all. In fact, it felt unusually moist; almost sloppy. He tried again to close his mouth, this time really forcing his muscles to work. At last, he felt his mouth squeeze shut, a sensation that was weirdly pleasant. He relaxed, and his mouth opened up again all by itself. That also felt good in some way that was hard to define. He squeezed it shut again, but couldn't hold it, and his mouth soon popped open again. Every time he did this, he felt an intense, exciting little tingle all over. For some reason, opening and closing his mouth was actually arousing! He did it a few more times, until he heard his girlfried, Lisa. Her voice was loud and it seemed to come from somewhere far above him, but it resonated through his flesh in a strange way, almost like he was speaking the words along with her.

"Mmmm," she said. "I guess someone's awake down there."

He tried to answer her, but he couldn't make a sound. Could she see him? Did she know where he was? Why was Lisa just letting him sit there with some kind of sheet over his head?

"This is so weird!" she said. "It's like I can feel you somehow. I know you're there. I can't read your mind, but I can sense that you're here with me and you can hear me."

What did she mean? She could "sense" him? He was desparate to cry out.

"Ooooh," she giggled. "You're so confused! And scared! I can feel it! I can totally feel your emotions."

Alex was going mad with frustration. What the hell was she talking about? He tried to open his mouth wide to scream, and Lisa made a squeaking sound, the kind she made when they were in bed and he nibbled her thighs in that way she liked. Alex felt himself jostled around, like he was on a bumpy bus ride.

"Whoa! Careful there, sweetie. That one was... intense."

What was intense? Why did she keep giggling and saying this weird stuff? Why hadn't she pulled this sheet off his head? Why wasn't she helping him? He thought back to last night: the last he could recall. They had just made love, with her on top. He had cum inside her, and then she had said some strange words and clamped her thighs around him, hard. Suddenly, he'd felt dizzy. The very last thing he could remember was her looming above him, her wet pussy just above his face, getting closer and closer. He could remember the salty smell of it, the tickle of her wet fur, her lips seeming to envelope him. He remembered thinking that he wasn't really in the mood to eat her, but then her pussy was on his face, and something had seemed wrong, and then he blacked out.

"I'm sure you're pretty upset," she said now. "And I'll admit that what I did was really very cruel. But the thing is, I'm a very cruel person. There's a lot you don't know about me, sweetie. Like, you never knew that I am a witch -- a really powerful witch -- with a lot of really sick fantasies."

Alex was suddenly very afraid. Lisa was insane. She thought she was a witch, and had apparently done some weird, ritualistic thing to him. Had she drugged him? Tied him up and mutilated him? Had she cut off his arms and legs and done something horrible to his mouth?

"I really like turning people into things," she said. "That's my big fetish. Like, you know that blue dress you like so much? That's an old boyfriend. And my blue panties? They used to be this idiot I worked with. One time, he pinched my ass and said he wanted to get inside my panties, so I decided to make his dream come true. Somewhere around here, I have a bra that used to be a girl who stole one of my boyfriends in college. At least, I think I still have her. I might've thrown her away. She was getting worn out."

Lisa was definitely insane. She'd always been intense and weird, but she was so sexy that Alex had overlooked the warning signs. Now he was paying the price.

"I've done some sick, weird shit to people," Lisa said proudly. "But never anything as sick and weird as what I've done to you. This turned out so well! We're gonna have so much fun together."

What the hell had she done to him? Alex pictured himself tied to the bed, bloody stumps where his arms and legs used be.

"To be honest," Lisa said, "I really didn't know if the spell would work. I read about it in one of my old sex magic books, and it sounded so fun I just knew I had to try it. You should be honored, really. I've decided to share something very special with you."

Alex was half-mad with panic. Lisa giggled again.

"Ooooh," she said. "How rude of me? You're probably suffocating down there, you poor little thing. Here, let me take care of that."

There was a noisy rustle all around him, and suddenly the sheet was ripped away from Alex's body. The light around him was still dim. There seemed to be some kind of pale, satiny blue curtain a few inches from his face. There was a draft coming from below, chilly enough that he almost wished Lisa would cover him with the sheet again.

"I bet you're dying of curiousity. Would you like to see yourself?"

Alex wasn't sure if he wanted to or not, but before he had time to think about it, he found himself in motion. He heard heavy, clomping footsteps coming from far below, the sound echoing up all around him. He was positive he wasn't moving his own legs. It was more like he was riding on the back of an elephant or something.

Then the movement stopped, and he heard Lisa laughing wickedly from far above.

"Get ready!"

Suddently, the curtain parted, and Alex found himself face-to-face with an enormous vagina. It must have been six feet tall. He stared at it in horror, looking at the thick curls of wiry hair surrounding the pink, puffy lips. This was no projection or prop, it was a real vagina, as big as he was. It was framed by huge, blue satiny curtains that reminded Alex of one of Lisa's robes. There were huge hands holding the curtains apart. He recognized them as Lisa's hands. This was her body. She had become a giant, and she was holding open her robe so he could see her colossal nude body.

Lisa stepped back slightly, and he could take more of her in. She was hundreds of feet tall, and her breasts loomed above him like two boulders. Each of her pointy nipples was the size of a truck's hubcap. He had to strain to look up and see her face far above, looking down at him slyly. She was standing in some sort of colossal doorway, a dooorway that looked familiar somehow. It was made of wood, with little flowers and wreaths carved into it. Then he realized: it wasn't a doorway at all. It was the frame of the full-length mirror Lisa kept in her bedroom. He was seeing her in a mirror.

When he looked straight ahead into the mirror, he saw her pussy. He looked down, and where his torso should have been, he saw two vast, pinkish columns on either side of him, extending down a vertiginous distance to the floor below. In the distance, probably mere feet away, although to Alex it looked like half a mile, he could see a familiar blue pair of Lisa's panties crumpled on the carpet. They were the same shade of blue of the mysterious "sheet" that had been covering Alex when he awoke.

"Here," Lisa said. "Take a good look."

In the mirror, he saw Lisa reach down to grab the lips of her vagina. As she did so, two fingers the side of torpedos grabbed the sides of his mouth and pulled it into a wide smile. The vagina in the mirror grinned widely back at him. He tried to struggle, but it only made his mouth twitch. The lips of the vagina before him convulsed slightly, but Lisa held them open.

"See how pretty we are? Aren't we a pretty girl?"

Fascinated, he looked at the throbbing pussy in the mirror. He'd always found Lisa's vagina to be exceptionally lovely, as pussies went, but now it looked unspeakably odd and alien, with its pink lips and that gasping, quivering little hole. And it was him! She had turned him into her vagina. He felt like he was losing his mind. Not only did Lisa have real magic powers, but she had used them to change him into this... thing. Into a part of her own body! He wanted to scream, but he had no voice. Looking at it, at himself, he wondered where he ended and Lisa began. The hair, was it his? He guessed that his vision was coming from somewhere around the clit, that much seemed sure. But what about her pubic mound? Or her belly? Did he extend all the way up into her womb? How much of her was he?

"You've never looked better," she said.

Lisa's words had broken through his trance. She entwined her fingers in her pubic hair, and he felt a horrible tingle of involuntary pleasure. One of her huge fingers slipped inside herself, into what felt like his mouth, and began to slide gently around in his wet folds. In the mirror before him, he could see Lisa fingering her pussy; the image so vast it looked like it was being shown on a movie screen. He desparately tried to think of some way to escape, but it seemed impossible. He was a part of her body. Who ever heard of a vagina escaping? As terrified as he was, he was also furious. This crazy bitch had turned him into a damned vagina, and now she was using him to jerk herself off. Maybe he couldn't escape, but he wasn't just going to sit there and let her finger bang him. He tried to clamp himself around her finger, to hurt her if he could, but she just giggled and pushed her finger deeper into his mouth, tickling the inside of his cheeks with her nail.

"Mmmm, that's right," she said drearily. "Keep biting me. Show me what a bad little pussy you are."

There was a musky, fishy smell in the air around him, an Alex realized with horror that it was emanating from his own, pussy mouth. Despite himself, he was beginning to enjoy what Lisa's fingers were doing to him. He was blushing all over, and his lips were opening wider, the better to take in more of Lisa's delicious finger. He suddenly felt hungry. His belly, or what he thought of as his belly, felt empty, and he yearned for something to fill it. The ramifications of this were apalling, but he tried not to think about it.

In the mirror, he watched as Lisa's finger found its way to her clit. His vision was slightly obscured as an enormous shadow came all over him. The shadow began to gently stroke at what he thought of as his scalp, sending waves of unbelievable pleasure through him. After a moment, it began to feel even better, then somehow, better still. If he had the ability to make a sound, he would have shrieked with ecstasy as the most incredible orgasm he had every experienced racked every fiber of his being. It seemed to go on and on forever, and just when he though it had peaked, it went to a whole new level.

Then she was on the bed, playing with her breasts as she continued to probe him, and it felt so good, it almost hurt. The feeling of yawning emptiness in his belly only seemed to grow more acute the longer Lisa toyed with him. The more excited he became, the more desperately he wanted something inside of him, right now.

Suddenly, Lisa stopped, and took her amazing fingers away.

"Don't worry," she said. "The fun's just begun."

Alex was almost too horny to think, but he forced himself to concentrate. He had to focus on how the hell was going to get out of this mess. How could he talk to Lisa? How could he convince her to reverse this spell? From Lisa's explorations, Alex now believed that he comprised the lips, furry pad, clit, and inner walls of her vagina, but that was apparently as far as he went. He didn't feel anything directly when she touched her thighs or belly, altough it was clear that he got some benefit from sensual touch anywhere on her body. If she touched her nipples, a strong tingle would zap through him.

Lisa stood up now and walked up to the mirror again. As Alex watched, she stripped off her robe and stood there proudly, forcing him to look at her body; at their body. Seeing her vagina so closely; so wet and close, he had an overwhelming desire to make love to her. Only, now he was her, or at least a part of her. It was incredibly confusing and gross, and he wished it didn't turn him on so much.

Lisa walked over to the closet and pulled something red off a hanger.

"That's it," she said. "This should look great on us."

She slipped a tight red mini-dress over her nude body, obscuring Alex's vision in the process. All he could see now was the red fabric of Lisa's dress, but if he strained he could see Lisa's legs and the floor immediately below.

"Let's go find you a playmate, my sweet little cunt."

Alex had recognized that dress. It was the red dress that Lisa had worn the night they had met a few months before. She loved to wear it when they went out dancing. For a few minutes, he could hear her brushing her teeth and combing her hair, and then there was a spritzing sound, and the air smelled like perfume. She was obviously getting ready to go out somewhere. He braced himself, expecting her to pull on another pair of panties over him, but she never did.

As Lisa walked out to her car, Alex could see the street below and hear the mighty clack of her heels on the pavement. It was a chilly evening, and the wind was sending icy fingers beneath Lisa's skirt and across Alex's moist, tingly lips. Lisa sat down in her car as the full reality of Alex's situation sank in.

From his perspective, he was standing on a rubbery field that stretched ahead for perhaps thirty feet. Above his head, a thin red tarp was stretched above the two pink walls on either side of him. In the murky distance, far above him, he could barely make out gigantic machinery, topped off by an enormous wheel and eerie lit-up readouts. Of course, he know he was just peeking out from beneath Lisa's short skirt and between her thighs as she sat behind the steering wheel in her car, but it was like an alien landscape from his pussy's-eye view.

The drive took a while, giving Alex time to mull over his predicament. It felt like the weirdest nightmare he had ever had, but the stubborn reality of Lisa's thighs around him and the steering wheel above just wouldn't go away. Every time she crossed her legs, his vision was obscured and all he could see was her soft, pink skin.

At some point, he started to feel kind of woozy and bloated, and he realized he was smelling fishy again. Lisa was feeling horny. He tried to think discouraging, horrible thoughts -- visions of kittens being crushed with a hammer -- but he couldn't stop himself. Lisa's horniness was contagious. He soon felt his mouth growing sopping wet. He was almost drooling. The gnawing emptiness in his belly was coming back, and he just hoped Lisa wasn't planning to fill it.

Finally, they arrived someplace. Lisa parked and walked them inside, and then Alex was treated to a few minutes of people's shuffling feet beneath him. Alex recognized the sounds of a bar -- a crowded one. Lisa sat on a barstool and crossed her legs, completely obscuring Alex's sight. It was maddening, but at least it beat the alternative of being exposed to a room full of strangers.

She was walking around in a tiny dress, with no panties. Was she just trying to make him jealous, or did she have something even worse in mind?

Soon, Alex could hear Lisa talking to somebody -- a male voice. From deep inside the crushing, soft prison of Lisa's thighs, he couldn't hope to make out what Lisa and the man were saying, but from their tone he could tell some serious flirting was going on. He caught snatches of their conversation -- something about loneliness and little red dresses and beautiful knees.

Then suddenly, Lisa's thighs parted and Alex saw a man looking directly down at him, his eyes widening with shock and delight. Lisa was flashing Alex at this guy. Alex wished he could vomit.

"I don't live too far from here," Lisa's voice said. "Why don't we go back to my place and get to know each other?"

The man quickly agreed, and the next thing he knew, the three of them were back in Lisa's car. As they drove, Lisa kept asking the man what he was going to do to her pussy when they got back to her place, and he kept coming up with ever more imaginative scenarios.

Alex desperately tried to think of some way out of what was about to happen, but nothing came to him. Perhasp he would have been able to think more clearly if Lisa hadn't been so horny. Alex's mouth was so wet now that he actually was drooling; the juice trickling down Lisa's thigh. Alex was fighting a feeling of giddy excitement: soon, the empty feeling in his belly would go away. Soon, he would finally be all filled up.

When the three of them got to Lisa's place, she led the man inside and straight to her bedroom. The man came and stood close to Lisa: Alex could tell by the position of their feet down below. Then Alex heard a bunch of wet, smacking noises from far above. They were kissing. The longer they kissed, the wetter Alex got. He felt so fat and flushed and stupid, he could barely think, and the emptiness in his belly just got worse and worse. He prayed this would all be over soon.

Alex felt strange, erotic tingles passing through him, and without being able to see anything, he knew the man was playing with Lisa's breasts. He hoped Lisa would have the decency to end things there, but he wasn't so lucky.

"That's nice," Alex heard her say, "but my pussy is really hungry tonight. He needs your attention."

The man laughed. "He? Your pussy is a boy?"

"Mmm-hmm. His name is Alex."

"I see. And what sort of boy is Alex?"

Alex saw an enormous male hand reach under Lisa's skirt. Its index finger slipped easily into Alex's dripping mouth and began to slide in and out. It was rougher than Lisa's finger, callused and much fatter, and it felt good, damn it! Too good.

"Oooh! Alex is a very naughty boy. He needs to be punished."

"He does, huh?"

The finger began to probe Alex more deeply, reaching into his throat. Alex seemed to have no gag reflex, and found himself wishing the finger would go deeper. Alex desperately tried to resist clamping around the finger, but he couldn't help it. The finger made him feel so good. He just wished it was bigger. He made his lips as tight as he could around the finger, and he heard Lisa give a startled little giggle.

"Wow! I guess you know how to treat him."

The man chuckled. "Alex ain't seen nothin' yet."

Everything suddenly shifted, and Alex realized Lisa was now lying on her back on the bed. The finger pulled out of Alex, leaving him relieved but also miserably empty again, and then in an instant, Lisa's dress was gone, and Alex found himself looking up at a naked man the size of King Kong. He was well-proportioned and tanned, the muscles of his torso shiny with perspiration. His cock looked like it was ten feet long, and it was pointed straight at Alex. It was slick and oily, covered with veins, and there was a peal of cum at the very tip.

Alex had never understood how women could find men attractive, and cocks especially had disgusted him, but suddenly, he understood. Men were good. Muscles were good. Big, thick cocks were good, especially when they went inside of you and filled you up.

Alex tried to come to his senses, but he felt himself opening his mouth as wide as he could, aching for the cock to go inside him. He had to taste it. He had to wrap everything he was around it.

"Not yet," Lisa said to the man. "Talk to Alex first."

The man got down between Lisa's thighs, putting his wet lips close to Alex. Alex couldn't help staring at the man's mouth and wondering if his tongue would make the terrible empty feeling go away.

"Hello Alex," the man said in a voice like he was talking to a small, frightened child. "You're a pretty one."

"Don't be nice to him," Lisa said. "He's been bad, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, you're a sloppy little cunt, aren't you, Alex? You're so wet and sloppy. I can tell you want this, you naughty, sticky little thing."

Alex felt dizzy. He lost all control of his mouth, and salty juice seemed to be gushing down his chin and across his cheeks. His own oceanic aroma was overpowering and strange. Wonderful spasms were running through his entire body. He needed a tongue, a cock, anything in side him. Right now!

Then the man was burying his face inside of Alex, thrusting his big tongue deep between Alex's lips, running it in agonizingly wonderful little circles around Alex's engorged clitoris. It was like getting a blowjob and french kissing and eating a juicy steak and riding a roller coaster all at once.

After a few minutes, Alex wanted to scream for it to stop. It was too much. But Alex couldn't scream, so he let Lisa scream for him.

"More!" Lisa said. "Right there. Make him go crazy!"

The man focused his tongue directly on their clit, and Lisa growled and grabbed the back of the man's head and shoved his face deeper into Alex. Alex felt himself explode. The whole world went away and all he could feel was a burning white pleasure. He wasn't even sure how many times he came. It felt like dozens.

And then, while he was still weak and dazed, he saw the cock lunging towards him. The pussy juice was gushing out of him now. His body was wet and sloppy and ready to receive. Alex felt a shiver of revulsion at the sight of the thing. It was a monster, preparing to invade him.

Lisa was on the pill. She was determined never to get pregnant, and she took contraception very seriously. Alex had always been happy to fuck her without condoms, but now he really, really wished that Lisa used them. At least a condom would have offered him some protection from that hideous erection.

Alex braced himself, prepared for the cock to hurt him, but it slid in easily -- all the way. Alex was finally all filled up. He felt absolute contentment. Bliss. The cock fit him perfectly; he was all wrapped around it and he never wanted it to leave.

And then, as the cock began to pump inside of Alex, it felt even better. He could feel every centimeter of the thing sliding in and out of him, and those big, soft balls slapping against his skin. It seemed impossible that he had ever not been a part of Lisa. Hadn't he always been here, between her legs, waiting for cocks to fill him up?

When he gave the cock a little squeeze, it would give a big jump, and a little bit of cum would dribble out. Alex could taste each delicious drop, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more! The cock pumped faster and faster, and it was pulsing and dribbling and Alex felt himself loosening up and getting wetter. The harder the cock got, the more sloppy and salty Alex got, and that was just how it was supposed to be. Alex wanted to be nice and sloppy for the cock.

Every time the cock pulsed, Alex prayed that the man was about to cum. Alex wanted to be filled with the man's cum -- to feel it gushing inside of him -- gallons and gallons of it. Alex squeezed and squeezed at the cock, hoping to tease all of the cum out of the thing.

The man reached under Lisa and grabbed her ass as the fucked, digging his fingers into the flesh. Alex knew Lisa liked that. She always used to tell him that he didn't play with her butt enough when they fucked, and now he finally understood why she enjoyed it so much. Alex could feel everything Lisa felt. He was a part of her, and the closer Lisa got to coming, the closer he got.

The cock kept pumping inside of Alex until he felt his pussy lips getting sore. But it was a good soreness. It meant that the cock really liked him. Alex squeezed the cock as hard as he could, and every time he did, he felt it pulse and a few more drops of pre-ejaculate would squirt out. They were so close now.

Then the man shuddered all over and his cock stabbed inside of Alex. The man was finally cumming, and Lisa and Alex were cumming with him. Alex was a pussy, and he and the cock were making their owners so happy. Alex was getting fucked, doing what he was made for, what pussies were supposed to do.

Alex greedily gulped down every salty drop of cum, squeezing the cock and milking all he could out of it. The cock was so nice to him, it gave him lots of and lots of tasty cum. Alex was beyond the point of reason. He only knew that he loved the cock, and it loved him too. Alex had never been a person, a man. It was a ridiculous idea. How could a pussy be a person? He had always been Lisa's pussy. He had always been right here. He was made for this.

Then the cock started to get soft and it slowed down, and Alex snuggled with it, not wanting to let it slip away. He tried to be gentle, but he couldn't resist squeezing out a few more drops. He was sore and tired, but he was full of warm cum and everything was just right. Then the cock stopped moving, and after a few moments, it popped out of him. Too soon! It felt so good inside. Why was it leaving? Didn't it want to snuggle with him some more?

He felt so tingly and happy. He couldn't remember ever feeling this good before. Being a pussy was the best thing, ever. Feeling empty inside was sad, but getting filled up made it all worth it. Lisa was the best girl ever, and it was so wonderful to be a part of her. A pussy couldn't ask for a better owner.

He tried to hold all the cum inside, but some trickled out and run down their thigh. He hated to waste a single drop.

After a few long minutes, Alex's senses finally began to return to him. He had been thinking like a pussy, and he had to push all of the crazy pussy thoughts out of his head. What had just happened to him was not a good thing, even if it had felt amazing. Lisa had just used him to fuck another man. She had filled him up with another man's cum. It was the most cruel, digusting thing he had ever heard of. He hated Lisa. She wasn't his owner, she was a bitch who was using magic to torture him! He had to get back at her somehow, but what could he do?

Then he thought of it. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and clamped it shut, sending a shock of intense pleasure through Lisa. She squeaked and sat up in bed, her hand on her tummy. The man looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Lisa said uncertainly. "Just a hiccup."

Alex did it again, opening and clamping hard. Lisa whimpered, bucked her hips, and dug her fingers into the pillows. Alex did it again before she had time to recover, and then again and again. Each time he did, he felt his pleasure building, and he knew Lisa's was, too. She was moaning helplessly now.

The man looked at her quizzically. "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Alex squeezed again. Lisa's voice broke.

"Oooooh! I'm--ooh! God! Quit it! God! I'm gonna--ooh! Bathroom! I gotta use the bathroom!"

She rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and then reached down and grabbed Alex's lips, hard. It hurt him, but he knew it hurt her too. She spoke in an angry whisper.

"Knock it off, you little cunt. I know you think you're smart embarassing me like that, but that's not going to change anything. The spell was permanent. I couldn't change you back even if I wanted to. This is what you are now. You're my pussy, and that's all there is to it. Understand?"

The words hit him like a blow. He knew she was telling the truth. He was a vagina now, and he would be one for the rest of Lisa's life. He had no control over his destiny. Lisa was his new home. He had to get used to her. She was in charge, absolutely and forever.

"If you want more tasty cocks inside of you, you'll behave. I can go for a month without a fuck, but I'm not sure if you can. Wanna find out?"

She was right. The empty feeling was already coming back. There was a nice, big cock in the next room waiting for him. Why wasn't he tasting it right now?

He tried to force himself to stop thinking like a pussy, but it was so hard. He wanted the cock inside his walls so much. He had to be filled up by that thing again. He felt total despair, and Lisa seemed to sense it. The arrogance came back into her voice.

"That's more like it, little pussy. Be a good girl and we'll get along fine. Maybe I'll even turn our new boyfriend into a dildo for you. I could tell how much you liked him. After he's a big rubber cock, you two can play together all the time!"

She gave his lips a quick wipe with some tissue, and then she went back out to bed. He could feel her sleepy contentment washing over him, but he resisted it. He wasn't going to let her happiness be his. This wasn't right. She had taken his life from him: taken away all of his hopes and dreams and made him into nothing more than a part of her body. How many other people had she done terrible things to before him? She had to pay for her crimes somehow. She couldn't just get away with it.

An idea occurred to him. All these years, Lisa had hidden her true, evil personality well, but there was one aspect of herself she hadn't been able to conceal. Alex had dreamed about starting a family, about being a father, but Lisa hated children, and was obssessive, almost phobic, about never getting pregant. She had had a traumatic abortion when she was younger, and she always said she'd never go through it again. When she discussed motherhood, she didn't try to disguise the contempt in her voice. She hated pregant ladies: she said they were disgusting. She would sneer at happy mommies behind their backs, calling them cows. He focused his energy now, and opened something at the back of his throat, deep inside of Lisa. Lisa was lying down, so she was in just the right position. Alex worked his muscles in ways he didn't even know he could and squeezed the cum down, drop by drop, inside of Lisa. He felt it tingling and tickling as it passed up inside her -- inside of them.

How much of her was he? He thought hard, reaching out with his mind, and found her womb. Yes, he was there, too. It was a part of him, just like he was a part of her. Their egg was there, waiting for the sperm. Lisa was at her most fertile time of the month: he could feel it. Normally, the pill protected her, but there was always a small risk. He could do this. He was her pussy, and he had the power to do this. He lowered all of their defenses, offered up their egg, and prepared to receive the sperm.

Alex could hear Lisa talking to the man now, but he didn't listen. He was too busy. The sperm were racing along now, tickling him, and he was making sure that they would find a welcome home. He wanted to let them all in, but he chose two. They were the strongest, and he had a good feeling about them.

Twins. They were going to have twins. Lisa would be furious, of course, and she would find some new way to make him suffer, but she would be too terrified of an abortion to have one. He knew this. He was a part of her, and he knew how she thought, the same way she somehow knew what he was feeling. Right now, she would feel his satisfaction, and she would think that he was just happy after a great screw. But she had no idea. He would make her feel as powerless as she had made him feel. A life was going to grow inside of them, and she couldn't stop it. Her tight abs would grow soft as her belly became fat and round, and her firm breasts would swell and droop with milk, and she would know that he had done this to her: that her pussy had more power than she ever imagined.

Alex focused all of his energy upward now. He tried to think the happiest, gentlest, most loving thoughts he could and pushed them up into Lisa's mind. He thought of everyone he'd ever loved and every good thing that had ever happened to him. He pushed harder and harder, forcing his happiness into Lisa. Then he heard Lisa sigh. She reached over and took the man's hand, and for a moment, she felt a kind of simple peace that was new and puzzling to her. When it passed, she frowned. Knowing something wasn't right, Lisa feigned a sudden itch, reached down and gave Alex a rather rough little scratch. But he knew he had succeeded. He had touched her mind, just a bit. He had touched her heart. How much of her was he? Only time would tell. But he was not a just a hungry little thing between her legs. He was a part of her, in ways she hadn't planned on. Alex would make Lisa love their children, despite herself. He would speak to her from her belly, and he would slip inside her mind. She would feel tenderness and sweetness, and she would be so much kinder than she ever wanted to be. He could see it all now, so clearly. They weren't just going to be a mother, they were going to be a mommy.

Lisa was getting sleepy now, and Alex felt sleep overtaking him too. He had no eyes to close, but everything was going dark. Lisa had had her fun today. Tomorrow, it would be his turn.