Weekend Getaway
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It’s good to have a rich friend like Tucker, or so me and my buddies thought. On his birthday, he rented a private jet to fly us out to Vegas for the weekend. He didn’t tell us that it was a jet with certain enchantments placed on it by rental service. As I boarded, I felt a tingling all over my body. I grew slimmer, shorter, and then my muscular chest rippled and suddenly I had two jiggly boobs. I felt long hair go down my back, and my clothes…where the fuck did my clothes go? I noticed everyone else around me was changing too. We were all becoming women! Naked women. No…no not…women. Sluts. Horny sluts. I wanted to taste one. I felt a hand on the back of my long blonde hair. It pushed me down to the place I wanted to go. I began to eagerly lick the pussy in front of me. It’s what I lived for. I lived to give pleasure to anyone around me, and these other sluts seemed to want the same. All except…Tucker. The birthday boy. He was the only one with a cock in this cabin. It’s his hand on my head helping me eat this slut out. After I make her cum, I’ll let him shove that big sexy cock in my mouth, or anywhere else he wants. If I can. All us sluts are vying for his attention. For his manhood. This is for him. It’s all for him.
Upon landing, we found our minds and bodies returned to normal. Needless to say, me and my buddies were freaking pissed. At first. I mean, I for one had ended up gargling with Tucker’s balls in my mouth. But the more we thought about it, the more we remembered how good it had felt being a slut in that plane cabin. And by the end of that Vegas trip, we were all looking forward to the return flight.