He lays on the bed with you latex form filled with his seed while they calm down and prepare for round two. You can feel him looking at you, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and curiosity. You're stuck, unable to do anything but lay there, feeling his cum start to cool against your new skin. It's a strange sensation, one that you never thought you'd experience. You're not sure if you should be disgusted or intrigued by the situation.
As they start to move again, you feel a strange sense of acceptance wash over you. You're not just an observer; you're a participant in this most intimate act. You feel her hand wrap around you again, her warm, soft skin guiding you back into place. You can't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she starts to stroke him, her movements becoming more urgent. You're a part of this moment, a silent accomplice in their passion.
The second round begins, and you feel the man's erection harden again within you. The sensations are intense, each thrust a testament to the power of human connection. You can feel the sweat on their bodies, the smell of sex filling the room. It's an oddly liberating experience, being so deeply involved yet so utterly powerless. You're a conduit for their desires, a silent partner in their pleasure.
Halfway through round two her boyfriend pulls out then sticks you in her anus, the sudden change in temperature and sensation is jarring, but you're unable to protest. You feel his hands grip your latex body tightly as he thrusts into you, the pressure increasing with each stroke. You're not sure if the discomfort you feel is yours or a memory of what it would have been as a human. You're a part of this act in a way that you never imagined, experiencing a side of intimacy that you never knew existed. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, her moans, and his grunts fill the room, a symphony of desire that you're an unwilling participant in.
The second hour with Emma and her boyfriend is a blur of sensations, as you're used in various positions and ways. You feel the wetness and heat of her, the tightness of her body as it grips you, and the occasional pain as he thrusts too hard or too deep. Yet, amidst the discomfort, there's an undeniable thrill to being the object of their desire, a silent player in their erotic game. You can feel her body respond to the friction, the way she clenches around you, her muscles tightening and releasing in a rhythm that speaks of pleasure and need. It's a strange kind of symphony, one that you never thought you'd be a part of, yet here you are, a silent note in their crescendo of passion.
As the third hour begins, the pace slows, and you're removed from her body. The man takes a break, his chest heaving with exertion, and Emma's hand lingers on your latex form. She looks at you with a mix of curiosity and something else, something you can't quite place. It's almost as if she knows you're there, a consciousness trapped within the confines of your new existence. You lay there, a discarded tool, filled with the remnants of their first encounter, watching them drink water and exchange knowing smiles. The mood shifts again, and Emma's eyes light up with an idea. She takes you in her hand and places you in her mouth, the warmth and wetness enveloping you, the sensation of her tongue against your latex skin both soothing and eerie.
For the next few hours, you're used in a variety of ways that push the boundaries of your new reality. You become a teaser, a toy, a part of their foreplay. The sensations are intense, a blend of textures and temperatures that you never knew existed. You feel the softness of her skin as she rolls you across her body, the slickness of her arousal as she uses you to pleasure herself, the firmness of his grip as he takes over, exploring her with you. It's a dance of desire, and you're the music they move to, the beat they follow. You're not just a condom anymore; you're a part of their sexual symphony, a silent maestro conducting their passion.
You're passed between them, each using you in their own way, exploring every inch of each other with a fervor that's both mesmerizing and overwhelming. The room is a blur of limbs and moans, a tapestry of lust woven with the threads of your existence. You're stretched, squeezed, and twisted, a silent witness to the raw power of human sexuality. It's a world you never knew existed, one of pure, unbridled need and want. You feel their desire, their passion, their connection, and it's a heady mix that leaves you reeling.
As the fourth hour starts, they decide to try something new. Emma's eyes sparkle with mischief as she unwraps you, her boyfriend watching with bated breath. She slathers you with lube and places you in her mouth again, but this time, she doesn't stop at the tip. You're engulfed in wet warmth, her tongue dancing around you in a way that would make any man squirm. You can feel the vibrations of her moans, the heat of her breath, and the suction of her lips. It's an oral assault that leaves you gasping, if you still had the ability to do so. They're using you in ways you never thought possible, pushing the boundaries of what you are and what you can withstand.
The fifth hour is spent with you on the sidelines, a soggy, spent condom forgotten on the bedside table. You can see the sweat glisten on their bodies as they move together, their skin sticking and peeling apart with every thrust. The room is a cacophony of sounds, their grunts and sighs mixing with the slap of skin on skin. It's raw and animalistic, a reminder of the primal nature of the act you've become a part of. You watch as they reach for each other, their hands tangled in the sheets, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of passion. It's a scene of beauty and brutality, a ballet of bodies that you can't help but admire from your humble perch.
In the sixth and final hour, Emma's eyes land on you once more. You feel a twinge of fear, unsure of what she has in store. She picks you up gently, her fingers tracing the contours of your spent form. You're no longer the sleek, unblemished tool you once were; you're a used object, discarded and deflated. But she doesn't seem to mind. She brings you to her mouth again, her tongue swirling around you in a way that's almost tender. It's as if she's savoring the last moments of your shared experience, a strange kind of intimacy that transcends the physical. You feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and for a brief moment, you're not just a condom; you're cherished.
Her eyes never leave yours as she takes you in again, her mouth working you in a way that's both erotic and eerie. You're no longer just a participant; you're the star of the show, the center of their attention. You can feel their desire building, the tension in the air thick with lust. They're lost in each other, but you're the bridge that connects them, the barrier that allows them to come together without fear.
As the final minutes of your transformation tick down, you're used one last time. The man's hand wraps around you, his grip firm and possessive. He slides you back over his erection, and you feel the warmth of his body as he enters her again. You're a part of their final crescendo, a silent conductor guiding them to their peak. The room shakes with the force of their orgasms, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion that you're at the center of. It's a powerful, overwhelming sensation, one that leaves you feeling both used and strangely significant.
The transformation back to human form is sudden, the latex peeling away from you like a second skin. You're back in the spot where you started, the app's timer counting down the seconds until your next transformation. You look down at your hands, expecting to feel the stickiness of their encounter, but there's nothing. It's as if it never happened, yet the memories are burned into your mind, a secret you'll carry with you forever.
You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the sensory overload. The room is quiet now, the only evidence of their passion the occasional shiver of the bed and the faint smell of sex in the air. You feel both relieved and a little lost, torn between the thrill of the experience and the reality of what you've become. What do you transform into next?
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