You land on the springy surface if the cot hard, you head coming to rest on the blow up doll. Youre face down with your legs bunched up underneath you. You look into the empty eyes of Mr. Rider's previous fuckdoll and marvel at its similarity to you. Your landlord stands over you, a look of deep satisfaction on his face. He snakes his fat fingers under the wasteband of your bootyshorts, and tugs them over your ample hips. It takes some real effort to peel the skinpy fabric, each yank sending titanic wobbles through your juicy ass. He succeds in getting the shorts off you, and brings them to his face for a snorting huff.
You're face down, wiggling your hips excitedly, ready to feel his hot cock spear your twitching pucker. He doesnt make you wait long. He grips your cheeks roughly, spreading the apart. He leans in and you feel hot breath against your slick asshole. You squeeze the metal frame if the cot tightly, as his slimy tongue runs up and down your asscrack, flitting over your asshole deftly.
You bite your lip hard, and a girly moan escapes your throat as he pulls his face from between your cheeks. Without further ado hes inside of you, hot and rough and quick. He begins slamming his meat deep into your ass, panting with excertion after a few thrusts. He continues roughly manhandling you ass as he fucks you, slapping and fondling gleefully.
From the corner of the room you hear a familiar jockish laugh "sup Garnet, how's Brn treating you?". A flicker of light catches the corner of your eye, and you see emerging from the stacks of junk is The Entity. Hes just as tall and broad as youd dreamed, although now he wears a greasy tank top similar to your landlords. He massive cock is still very much exposed, swinging side to side as he approaches the two of you. Without pausing his wheezing thrusts your landlord raises a hand in greeting.
"Hiya good morning Entity, wasn't expecting to see you till poker on friday. The kids dynamite you gotta try him out". They laugh at this like old friends. The Entity walks up to you, his incorporeal flaming head illuminating the dingy basement further.
He snaps his fingers, producing two cigarettes from thin air. he presses the tips of both to his flaming head, and the smells of sex and mildew are cut through with fine tobbaco. Mr. Rider takes one of the cigs and pops it between his lips, never slowing his steady railing. The entity flips the remaining cigarette around and brings it to a spot on his head where one might reasonably expect lips to be. You look up at him, panting, rocked forward and back by the assault on your derier. The Entity rubs his massive cock idly before slapping it against the side of your face playfully. You open your mouth wide hungrily, eyeing his hefty shaft with glee. He reaches down and tousles your hair, laughing, "Ben I really outdid myself with you. Youre really the perfect slut." PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP goes Mr. Rider behind you. "As much as id love to spit roast you with Garnet, ive got a lot scheduled today," he rubs the tips of his cock over your plump lips as he says this. "Ill have time enough to fuck you this evening dont you worry though. I just came to check in and make a slight modification. Garnet has specific tastes that I would hate so see unsatisfied".
The Entity snaps his fingers again, a single drop of clear fluid forming at the tip of his cock. You slurp it up greedily, and feel a warmth spread down your throat. The warm feeling seemingly fills your whole torso, like youd guzzled hot tea from a firehose. "I don't want to break your rythm Garnet, but you're going to want to see this. Have fun, dont do anything I wouldnt do" the entity laughs, taking has hand of the top of your head. He pulls the cigarette from his "lips" and flicks it at your forehead still chuckling. Your landlord slows his plowing, and pulls out reluctatly. Youre still reeling from the heat filling your chest, when you begin rising off the cot. Your nipples, alrewdy made sensitive by The Entities changes to your body, now thrum with feeling as the heat in your torso seemingly concentrates on them. Mr. Rider flips you onto your back transfixed, for the first time staring at something other than your juicy ass. You look down and see your chest swelling like overproofed bread. Your flat boyish chest is ballooning outwards before your eyes, a pair of soft jiggly tits stretching your tiny crop top to its limit.
"HAH god damn! You know just what I like Entity. Those thing are the icing on the fuckin cake" he reaches down and yanks your shirt up, freeing your still swelling tits. Befor you know it hes in you again, missionary fucking you with newfound vik and vigor. Each thrust sends your new boobs flopping up and down in chorus with your dumptruck ass. He leans down and starts sucking and licking your hot sensitive nipples, you own hard cock rubbing against his beer gut as he thrusts into you. He starts panting harder now, face between your jugs. You're mind is fuzzy and disorganized, only worried about gripping his length. He explodes load after load deep into your ass growling as he motorboats your cleavage. Satisfied youve done your job your dick spurts out its own load, covering your stomachs pressed close against each other.
Panting, your landlord looks up from your tits, which stopped growing around a double F cup. "Well Ben. Im happy to workout with you anytime you need. Consider your rent paid for the month, though ive been thinking of starting a bi weekly payment system. Youll be hearing from me, I have a key to your apartment afterall". He gives your aching nipple another sloppy kiss before unceremoniously standing up from his position on top of you. He gives your ass a firm smack before leaving the basement, whistling to himself.
Youre left alone, save for the blowupdoll, in the dingy basement. You lay on your back recovering from your morning workout, fondling your new tits idly. You think on all thats changed in the your life in the past, what, 5 hours? You feel like a dirty whore, and are thrilled to feel this way. Stretching, you get up, and walk up to you apartment, naked save for a bunched up crop top. It was around lunchtime, what to do with the rest of your day?
There are various smells of cooking throughput your building, maybe nock on a neighbors door and ask for lunch?
Or
Theres a cafe down the block you really love, the barista sometimes gives you free coffee.
Or
Your stomach growls, you realize you have a very specific craving thats not been met, And there is a sperm bank a few blocks from here...
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