BedMates™: Free Trial Pt. 2 - TG Caption

Part 1 

Part 2

"Honey, I'm home!"

I heard the voice, but it was muffled by layers of blanket. By the time I peeked out there was no one in sight and the shower was running. I should get up and-

[You belong in bed. You are happy in bed. You are a BedMate.]

‘No,’ I thought, as I sank back into the warm, comfy bed, ‘I want to stay right here.’ I stretched and once again become aware of my drastically different body. Normally, a full body stretch would mean my hands hitting the headboard while my feet dangled off the end, but not now. I felt tiny compared to a normally bulkier form. I guess dropping about 80 pounds overnight would do that. There was still some lingering heat from my solo play before as I cupped the unfamiliar breasts on my chest, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger, and watched them stiffen.  Mmmmm This body really was too ridiculously sensitive. Distantly, I heard the shower shutoff, but I was more than a little distracted. I didn't want to stop, so I didn’t stop. Nipple tweaking led to full on fondling as I pulled and ‘manhandled’ the foreign body parts, seeking that perfect edge between pleasure and pain, before compressing them back against my rib cage. The heat was building again.

“Well, I see somebody’s having a good time. How are you enjoying the free trial period, BedMate?”

The question was playful, but the voice was deep, sonorous. It struck like a tuning fork ringing between my nipples and the still uncharted area below. I wanted him to keep talking, maybe whisper dark things in my ear while we explored my borrowed body together. Yesss... I bet his big, rough hands would feel so much better than this body's dainty little digits with his strong, calloused fingers pressing here, scraping and tickling there. I opened my eyes to see him standing next to the bed, taller and more intimidating than I could have imagined. I was overcome with need and reached out, not able to leave the bed but wanting him closer. He smiled darkly and with a quick motion, reached down and ripped away the covers.

Cool air rushed in, making me aware of just how far gone I was when the chill hit my incredibly wet pussy. I felt exposed, yet somehow, despite the pebbling skin and rock-hard nipples, even hotter. My aborted play and general inexperience with this body was driving me beyond reason. I needed relief and didn’t know how to get it. My will to resist completely shattered and I gave in, uncaring of the embarrassment.

I barely managed to choke out a lewd, wanton “need youuuu” before he silenced me by placing one huge hand directly on my stomach, palm spread over the belly. Still smiling, the hand slowly rose until it rested just between my lust-swollen breasts, thumb and pinky brushing the inside curves. My heart pounded so hard I could see each mound quiver with the rush of blood. I stared at him, silently begging for more. Instead of giving me what I wanted, he began to drag his warm palm back down, past my belly button, past the point pubic hair would begin if this body wasn’t shaved clean. Reaching the apex between my legs, he pulled his hand away entirely, leaving the palm hovering just above my skin. Mewling pathetically, desperately, I rocked my hips upwards, barely managing the slightest contact. To my delight he relented, lowering his arm and cupping my entire pussy from opening to clit.

There was an almost complete lack of friction, as my natural lubrication spilled out onto thighs and the sheets below. It spread as he rubbed his hand up and down, up and down, again and again. My breath grew deeper, body pulling in more oxygen, fuel for the fire burning inside. Not enough, it still wasn’t enough. Sparks flared but refused to catch.

“Need moore…pleeeaassee!” I gave up all sense of pride. I didn’t care. I wanted to CUM!

Thick, meaty fingers pushed their way inside, the saturated opening providing little resistance beyond a satisfying stretch. Muscles I had never used clinched down, eking out every bit of friction.  He pushed in further, my drenched crotch squelching loudly as he pulled out and thrust again. The sound would’ve been embarrassing if I was still capable of such things. I wasn’t and I let him know by grunting like an animal in heat, hips thrusting furiously. Using his other hand backed by a strong male arm, he held me down, maintaining control. Fingers slowed and curled upwards slightly, making contact with some unknown spot deep within an-

AHHHHHHHOhoho OHGODOHGODOH FUUUUUUCK!!! I thrashed and wailed until my throat was raw and lights danced in my vision. My body shook all over, the orgasmic release not concentrated to one area like a man's but erupting all over. His fingers didn’t stop and neither did I. I came harder and longer than should be possible until finally, blissfully, it slowed and tapered away. Still, exhausted as I felt, I was energized. If I was still a guy, I would already be halfway to dreamland. But as unbelievable as it sounded, I still wanted more. This body craved something thicker, a fuller, deeper penetration. I looked up to my former body's face, pleading. He chuckled lowly, fanning the sparks of arousal again.

“Sorry, but that’s as far as we can go for your free trial. Of course, if you're ever interested in more, you could always sign up to be a BedMate for real. You wouldn't regret it. I know I never have."

This was stupid. I had a life. I had a great job. Would I really give it all up for this? Would I trade all my success for a sleepy, horny existence lying in bed as nothing but a living, breathing body-pillow and glorified sex-doll? Existing just to comfort and pleasure and be pleasured and, and...

"When can I start!?"