Carl's life was a mess. Divorced, unemployed, friendless and drowning in debt, his addiction had cost him everything. Yet here he was pinned to the bed while the nameless man used his transformed body like a cum rag. He burned with shame as, for the thousandth time, he told himself he was going to quit. He'd get off the pink pills try and get his life back on track but has as he came again impaled on the anonymous cock he knew he was fooling himself. It wasn't the fantastic drug he craved or even the gorgeous impossible female body it gave him it was the orgasms he couldn't give up. The body shaking, mind shattering, soul splitting climaxes that he could only achieve as a woman having rough impersonal sex with strangers. That was his addiction and whatever good intentions he might have he knew it was only a matter time before he'd be crawling back here again begging for another fix.
