The Heart's Desire

The Heart’s Desire
By Cornelius
Tags : Harem, Body Transformation, Vanilla, Femdom, Anal, Piercings, Choking, Love

Warrick’s body stumbled through his apartment. He peeled the leather gloves off his aching arms and wiped the sweat from his haggard face. The front door automatically closed behind him with a muffled clunk of metal that was the last sound from outside before the noise isolation cut him off. He stopped in the kitchen to crack open a frozen burrito; the packaging instantly heating up to warm the yeast-algae paste.

He stood leaning against his wall as he shoved the calories down his throat. He took one glance at the dusty plates on his shelf as he threw the wrapper away. He only afforded himself a shake of the head as he walked into his bedroom. A scratch at the back of his head woke up the wireless connectivity in his BCI, and the computer on his desk powered on sluggishly.

He crashed face first across the double bed, shifting only slightly so air could reach his nose. His implant synced with the computer, sending a tickle of electricity through his spinal cord. The program he wanted was hotkeyed to the main menu and booted up quickly. Warrick closed his eyes and started looking through the implant. His body melted away, lifting out of the bed like he was floating through water.

Women began giggling and laughing on every side of him as the program pitched its title at him, Sadom. “New Session; Six; Live Customization,” Warrick announced slowly, keying in the necessary settings. His body drifted through a change in color around him and the darkness gave way to an azure sky. The inky darkness below him remained like an ocean of data processing.

Hands reached up out of it, followed by arms and then the bodies of women. Each one was different but all were beautiful. Regardless, with a flick of his hand he cast half of them back into the water to be reforged. The ones he left were slim and lithe, and they walked across the water with exaggerated swaying of their hips. Warrick twisted around and put his feet down, a platform appearing between him and the water, lifting him up on a dais.

He frowned as they knelt and crawled onto the dais. The first to reach him looked like a super model, gazing up at him from behind a swing cut of black hair. She crawled forward, letting her breasts sag beneath her and reached up to put her hand on this thigh, parting her lips slightly as she looked at his manhood.

He reached down and threw her head back, knocking her off the dais and submerging her face in the darkness. The liquid reached up around her head like a squid trying to consume her. The first three he had discarded rose back from the oil then, matching their bodies to the model’s.

Hands set down on his abs from either side as a duo of women climbed. They were redheads and seemed like sisters but one was stacked and the other wasn’t. Their arms laid down across his chest, reaching for his shoulders as they pressed their soft bodies against his. Warrick leaned back and let himself drift back into the air as they laid atop him. They smiled and giggled, looking up at him, and simultaneously reached over to his member. The stacked sister wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and the modest one put her hand on his balls.

“Names,” he ordered, and tattoos appeared on their chests, just above their chests. Ignoring the stroking on his cock, he stared down at their bodies. Above the girl’s plump breasts was the name Brandy, and her sister was Charlie. The girls wrapped their legs around his, pressing their wet slits against him.

The rejects knelt down and crawled forward on all fours. Their hands and bodies entwined around Brandy and Charlie as they climbed up to Warrick as well. The oil had stained all their hair black and drawn it out past their shoulders. The middle reject, Echo, crawled between the sisters, spreading Warrick’s legs out for herself. Echo paused and licked her lips as Brandy pulled her hand back.

The redhead pulled herself up on Warrick’s body, resting her head on his now muscular shoulder and pressing her breasts against his side. Echo’s tongue spread out across the bottom of his shaft before her lips rolled over his tip. Warrick let himself smile as he finally got a bit hard in Echo’s mouth. Charlie’s hand on his balls kept gently kneading them, while her other arm wrapped around his back to join with her sister’s hand.

The other two rejects were stretched out between his leg, lips locked together and hands constantly brushing back each other’s hair. Warrick’s gaze drifted up from the display to see the model, Alice, walk back up behind them. She didn’t bend, kneel, nor bow. Her hair had turned blonde this time, and the artificial perfection of her face had softened. She looked down at him, putting her hands on her hips and smiling as his cock stiffened in Echo’s mouth. Her breasts were the perfect size for him, hand sized orbs still able to support themselves.

His smile grew for just an instant before it vanished and he flicked his wrist again. Alice, and the kissers, were cast back into the void. He looked down at the girls still on him. With one hand, he grabbed the back of Echo’s head and jammed it down on his shaft, shoving the tip past her mouth and down her throat where he started to grind his hips. The girl didn’t complain, she moaned on his shaft and reached between her legs to start teasing herself. When he glanced at the redheads, inky tendrils ripped out of the void and wrapped around their necks. They were peeled back from him enough for the tentacles to shove down their throats. The black limbs severed off, and snaked down their throats, plunging into them with ease.

When the transformation ceased, their mouths were just slightly wider and fuller, like a singer’s. Charlie crawled up his body next to Brandy and the sisters reached across him to kiss each other, wrapping their tongues around each others and letting them drag out when they pulled apart. Then they gave their attention back to Warrick, planting their lips on his chest and digging their fingers into his back and abs.

Brandy quickly brought her lips from his chest, to his neck, to his cheek, then to his mouth. She locked her lips with his, smearing her saliva across him, practically begging to feel his tongue. Echo began bobbing her head on Warrick’s shaft, and Charlie grabbed Brandy’s breast with her mouth to suckle on it.

A hand wrapped around Echo’s hair and yanked her off Warrick’s shaft. His eyes popped open, but all he could see was Brandy’s gentle face as her tongue ran around inside his mouth. Another pair of lips pressed against his tip, sucking the pre off before wrapping her tongue around his length. Warrick grabbed Brandy’s chest, pausing to squeeze her breast, and shoved her off him. The redhead fell to the side, splashing back into the void.

Warrick swallowed when he looked at Alice between his legs. Her blonde hair was starting to turn light red and was mostly pulled back in a ponytail. Her nose had gotten slightly smaller, which was accentuated by her mouth stretched around his cock. When she saw him looking, she stood up and straddled him, planting a hand on his abs to position her dripping slit over his shaft. She plunged down as Charlie crawled up to cover his scowl with a kiss.

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