Girlfriend with Testing Device Ch. 13

I bit my lip. Goddamnit. If I wasn’t horny before, I sure as hell was now.

Okay, so, I’m going to go on a little side-rant now about performative bisexuality, because it’s a thing and I have a lot of mixed feelings on it. First off, a large part of me loves it. It promotes bisexuality, and its hot as fuck to watch two girls making out, especially when you know they’re doing it for your pleasure. Second, I love showing off, and if I get to make out with a girl in order to get a guy hard (or make out with a guy to get a girl hot), that’s just a nice little bonus. I mean, I’d rather get straight to the fucking, but hey.

That said, I don’t like the fact that it seems to promote the idea that bisexual or homosexual behavior in girls is only something that is socially acceptable when it’s for the benefit of some guy. I mean, I’m bi all the time, not just at parties, you know? And, sure, I get that there are a lot of girls out there who use it as an opportunity to experiment with homosexuality without having to worry about the social ramifications, and that’s great, but I wish there were a better outlet for them. Most of the girls who experiment are going to find out they’re straight, and that’s fine, but for the one or two who discover they’re not? This is a pretty lousy way to come to that realization.

Furthermore, as someone who likes a steaming slab of beef with their fish, I gotta ask, why do you never see dudes making out for the sake of the girls, huh? Total double standard. That’s the way of the world though, girls are always working their butts off to please guys and they don’t have to do anything harder than standing around and cheering. Why can’t we sexually objectify men a little, huh?

That’s why - as much as I loved what I was seeing - it was time to mix things up a bit.

I took a few steps back as I looked down at the box. I wanted to make sure I caught everyone I need to. It might take a little while to swap everyone, but man, would it ever be worth it.

I pointed the thing into the crowd and fired.

Zzzzttttt!

Jesus Christ! Pain shot through my hand. The box had gone from room-temperature to way hotter than it had any right to be in less than the time it took for me to release my finger from the button. I recoiled in pain and surprise and the damn thing tumbled out of my hands.

Zzzzttttt!

I flinched as it crashed into the ground, landing hard against the cardboard which served as carpeting.

Oh crap.

Oh crap. Had I broken it? What had just happened?

I looked around. The girls seemed to be looking around confused, pulling off of each other in embarrassment. Some giggled about it nervously, while others seemed disgusted at being caught with another girl’s nipple in her mouth. They all seemed a little unsure about what they had just been doing, or why.

Everyone in the room was looking around a little confused. Then, a pair of guys at the far end ripped their shirts off and started making out.

A cheer went up from the girls and everybody sort of found their places. The guys, not wanting to fall behind, quickly paired up. Looks of poorly-acted desire and longing permeated their faces as each couple tried to one-up their neighbors. Soon, that whole side of the room was a frenzy of homoerotic lust performed in such a way as to tantalize and tease the cheering crowd of still mostly naked women.

Damn, okay, now this was more like it. Boys making out with boys was such a rare sight. A flush of heat washed over me as I pulled at the hem of my dress. My great big hard cock had broken free of my panties again and I kept having to pull my skirt down to keep it covered.

I guess the box could do multiple trades all at once? That was going to save me a lot of time.

The two boys nearest me - I’d say they were probably members of the swim team based on their builds - each let out a low primal moan. The were holding their faces inches apart from and gently fluttering their tongues together in between bouts of sucking on each other’s lips.

Not to be outdone, the next pair down both had their shirts off and the smaller, younger of the two was nibbling possessively at the neck of his larger, older companion while his nimble little fingers pinched and teased the larger boy’s nipples. The larger boy gasped and moaned theatrically at the attention.

The girlish cheering grew louder as the boys collectively descended further and further into depravity.

My cock throbbed at the sight of the homosexual orgy unfolding before me. This was like a whole other ball game. I’d never seen anything like this before. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

Sometimes, people ask me if I prefer guys or girls. It’s a bit rude, but I understand their curiosity. The answer I give them is that generally I prefer girls, but that’s not quite accurate, because honestly? If you put a 10/10 hot babe in a room and a 10/10 hot guy, I’m going to want to fuck them both equally. The trick is that by and large, most guys are like a 4/10 and most girls are a 6/10. It’s another double standard. Girls just care more about looking sexy and it really shows. These guys were great, sure, but they weren’t on average as attractive as the girls had been. None of them, for example, had apparently ever heard of manscaping.

But hey, I could fix that.

I picked up the still-cooling box. Thankfully, the thing seemed to be in one piece. I hoped the drop hadn’t damaged it at all. Would it still work? Hesitantly, I spun the dial and fired.

Zzzzttttt!

It still worked!

All of the guys, most of whom were becoming gradually undressed, were now completely hairless from the neck down. They also now all had, dangling from their poor oblivious heads, long silky hair, beautifully styled and... oh my god. I laughed. It had done their brows and lashes too. These boys all looked so pretty.

As if to truly demonstrate just how much of a double standard beauty is, the girls, now hirsute and poorly groomed, went from easy 8s to struggling 6s. I mean, I’m all for natural beauty and doing what you want with your body, but I can’t help it if I’m a bit shallow too sometimes, you know? I like my girls hairless. I like my dates shaved.

I was actually a little surprised at just how big of a turn-off these hairy girls were. Chest hair and boobs do not go together. Uhg, and naked as they were, I could see every inch too.

Maybe I could cover them up?

Zzzzttttt!

Much better. I couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the sight. Not only were the girls now significantly less naked, but the guys were now all significantly more so. That’s a win-win if I’ve ever seen one. The fact that they were all wearing tight little lingerie sets just added to my joy. They may not have had the tits to match the cups, but there was something about a cute boy in panties that I just loved.

I hadn’t quite meant to do a literal clothing trade so much as I’d hoped to change their state of dress, but this was fine. Better than fine. My mouth was starting to water at all the dicks on display. Some were just hanging out, while others still struggled defiantly to remain couched within their thongs. Damn, why don’t guys wear sexy underwear more often?

I smiled at the ridiculousness of the scene now playing out. With the way all the girl’s clothes were now all baggy and loose - right down to their now limply hanging watches and shoes - it looked like something out of a parody of a rap video.

And now that all those pesky clothes weren’t in the way, the boys were really able to go at it in earnest, rubbing their hands all over each other’s bodies with enthusiasm while the girls leered and jeered like it was some kind of bachelorette party.

I probably should have been satisfied, but there was still something that was bugging me. Like, the hair and lack of clothes were an improvement, and they were definitely hotter than the girls now were, but the power dynamics at play here were all wrong. These guys were too aggressive, too bestial, too... masculine. Like, the point of something like this is to give the audience the best show possible, but here these guys had forgotten that as they were all just way too focused on one-upping each other.

I mean, it was still a fresh angle, sure, but this wasn’t a race, these guys needed to slow down. They needed to be focused more on how to put on a good show, not about winning the orgy.

Hmm... okay, how could I fix that though?

I fiddled with the box until I was satisfied, then pointed it once more at the crowd.

Zzzzttttt!

Once again, the box gave me a result that was both very close to what I had intended and yet somehow completely off the mark.

What had once been a bunch of somewhat attractive men were now a pile of... well, they were still obviously guys, but you wouldn’t know it from looking at them. Heck, I don’t know if I’d even call them men anymore. They were all now delicate and petite and soft. Their grunts of faux-pleasure had been replaced by soft erotic moans as they gently and delicately ran their hands over each other’s supple hairless bodies. Their big asses and wide hips drawing the eye from their delicate shoulders and soft bodies. Even the smell in the air had changed. It seemed so floral and sweet.

Everything about them was so girlish. Even their dicks seemed soft and feminine now, visible as they were through their delicate - now much better fitting - panties. Hell, they didn’t even count as androgynous, it was like all the traces of masculinity had been drained from them, leaving them a sexy pile of mewling girly sex kittens.

My cock strained against my skirt at the sight of them. Fuck. I guess I just found genderbending really hot? It’s like I just wanted to take the whole lot of them up to bed and pound the shit out of their enormous girly asses, one by one.

As I stared in shock, one of the swimmer boys gently - cutely - pulled at the panties of his neighbor. A moment later he had fished out the other boy’s hard girly cock for all the world to see. It was still just as big, but there was something so distinctly feminine about it now, I don’t even know how to describe it. As the crowd of girls collectively held their breath, the boy began to lick and rub at the head of the other boy’s cock. His breathing increased as he panted in faux-need. Then, in one deft motion, he took the entire penis into his mouth, all at once.

The girls let out a cry of amazement. They were hollering harder now than they had before, but their voices seemed lower, gruffer. In fact, they sounded suspiciously like the crowd of guys had earlier.

I snapped my attention off of the mewling boys and looked around the room. It was like a mirror of when I’d walked in. The girls were large and athletic and hairy and were letting their hormones get the better of them as they jockeyed for best view. They had grown into their clothing as well. It looked as though they were a pack of tomboy amazons, all sexy with their bulging muscles and confident attitudes.

Wow, things had come full circle.

Wait, shit. This wasn’t really any better, was it? I had meant to trade around the masculinity of their behavior, not their whole... everything. How was this any different from how things had been when I walked in? I mean, sure, it was the guys making out now, but it was still femininity performing for masculinity, which was the whole damn problem. Uhg, the stupid double standard was still in full effect.

Well, at least the girls seemed to be enjoying it.

I shook my head to snap myself out of the stupid horny haze I was beginning to find myself in. Shit, I’d kind of made a mess of all this hadn’t I? If I didn’t get my cock wet - and fast - who knows what I’d end up doing? I needed to get out of here. I needed that drink.

Closing my eyes to the orgy I had created, I pushed past the cheering crowd and into the kitchen, the low moans of the boys still echoing tantalizingly in my ears.

The smell of spilled beer was heavy here, but despite the party being in full swing, there was still enough booze piled up here to last out an apocalypse.

Sam Richards laughed with a smile as I walked in. It looked like he had the whole room to himself. I blushed a little. Sam’s this super-cute football player. He’s no one of importance on the team, but he’s a really great guy. He comes to a lot of these sorts of parties and kind of big brothers people. I’ve tried to pick him up more than a few times, but he’s too much of a gentleman for all that.

“Hi Sam.” I said, pouring seduction into my voice. I couldn’t help it. I was stupid horny and Sam legit was one of those 10 out of 10 guys. I mean, his boobs alone were spectacular.

“Hey Emma.” he said, a wry smile crawling across his lips. He was trying not to look down at my tits. I mentioned that he was a total gentleman, right? “Looks like you’re, uh, enjoying the party.”

“You know,” I smiled. “I can honestly say that this is probably the craziest party I’ve ever been to.”

“You don’t say?” laughed Sam. “It shows. What on earth are you wearing?”

“Oh?” I gestured down. “You like it? It’s just a little something that I’m um... borrowing from a friend.”

“It’s really something.” He laughed. “You know what? It really suits you.”

“Aw.” I blushed a little harder than I’d liked. “Thank you.” I gestured at the keg. “How about you pour me a beer, handsome?”

“I don’t know...” He looked over at the keg sitting next to him, then raised an eyebrow as he turned back to me. “It looks like you might already have had a few too many. You might not be making the best choices, you know?”

“Huh?”

Just then, Becky stumbled her way in from the dance floor in the living room, Cyclops bouncing confidently in front of her as she did. For a moment our eyes locked. Damn, that thing looked really good on her. Like, her small frame really just makes it look all the bigger. How had I not noticed that earlier? I should see if I could get her alone and maybe have her take my ass for a ride.

Becky though was clearly not on the same page. “Oh my god,” she cried. Her eyes dropped down to my outfit. Shit, did she recognize that I was wearing her dress? But no. Instead she just let out a big laugh and turned right back around to the dancefloor, taking her sexy little ass and my enormous dildo with her.

“What was that all about?” I asked, turning towards Sam.

Sam smiled “Well, I mean, can you blame her? it’s not every day you see someone walking around the middle of a party wearing a sex toy like that.” He pointed down at my dress

“Wait...” I said, the blood draining from my face. “What?”

To be continued in Part 14: Party Till You Drop!