Chapter 23: Kitt

Friday, December 22, 2023

Snow crunched under my tires as I pulled into the garage with London’s Subaru Outback early Friday morning. Gina and I sold our cars earlier in the week to contribute more money toward Super Schlong. I was having too much fun driving the Subaru around and loved how well it handled the snow. After parking, I closed the garage door behind me and got my tools out of the back of the car. I’d just come from downtown Denver, where I’d placed the 4x4 as instructed by Lilly, wedging the board in tightly between two buildings that formed a narrow alleyway emptying onto a main road. How long would it take city workers to find it and remove it? An hour? Two? The whole thing seemed stupid and pointless. But it was done.

London and Gina waited for me inside, sitting at the kitchen island sipping hot chocolate while working. I could tell at a glance Gina was doing more coding while London was going over applicants for Schlong Sluts. Both women smiled at me as I entered.

“Everything go smoothly?” London asked, puckering up to me for a kiss.

I gave her a peck and took off my coat, then hung my keys on the hook near the mud room door. Then I kissed Gina on the cheek.

“It went fine.”

“Good,” London said. “What do you think you got from Lilly as a reward?”

“Guess I may as well find out...” I answered, turning toward my bedroom. Then I gave London’s laptop a scrutinizing glance, confirming that she was indeed sorting through Schlong Slut applicants. “I thought we were going to put things on pause until the vote takes place.”

“I know,” London agreed. “But I don’t have much else to do. Gina and I can only fuck so many times in one day!”

I did a double take at both girls. “What?”

Gina’s face turned scarlet. “That is not true.”

London burst out laughing. “Kidding! Sorry!”

I went upstairs and closed the door to my bedroom. I had left the note from Lilly in my nightstand drawer atop the other gifts. When I opened the drawer, there was still a note and the other gifts, but nothing new except that my X-Change pill box had grown by several sizes. Instead of a square wooden box, it was now a long rectangular box with seven identical lids, each lid engraved with a different word.

X-change. Denial. Twin. Bimbo. Obedient. Futanari. Reversal.

I picked up the note and reread it. To my surprise, the note had changed.

I reread the note, called Gina and London to my room, and showed them the note and the box. They both read it, then examined the box.

“I’m super curious to try the futanari pill,” London said. “If I take one, would you suck my cock, Kitt?” She stuck her tongue out at me teasingly.

I snatched the box away from her, but she tried to open the seventh lid, only to find that she couldn’t.

“Why is it locked?”

I reached and tried the lid. It opened just fine. London tried again but couldn’t open it. I barked out a laugh.

“Guess it only opens for me!”

London scowled. “No fair.”

“This is amazing,” Gina said. “We can use these to create interesting combinations once we launch Schlong Sluts. Want an all-female orgy? Kitt can join in as a female. Want to DP a girl? One of the girls can join in as a male. Want to fuck identical twins? We can make that happen, too. This could be very, very helpful.”

Gina made a good point. This would make it a lot easier when it came time to bring in a fresh face. We could simply change someone’s gender to mix things up. I had only toyed around with the pills with Uma, but now it was time to start thinking more seriously about ways to use them to our advantage.

I looked at my watch. It was almost 11 o’clock, and it would take me about two hours to get to Bethany’s place from Denver. “I gotta get going.”

London frowned slightly. “Lunch with Bethany?” Her voice carried a slight hint of disapproval as she said Bethany’s name.

“Yeah,” I said, ignoring the tone. “her shift ends soon, and I’m supposed to pick her up for lunch.”

London hadn’t said anything yet, but I knew she wasn’t thrilled about me and Bethany spending more time together. I couldn’t blame London, either. Bethany had given both of us the cold shoulder for weeks and made life at the hospital difficult. But London knew Bethany was important to me.

My best friend’s shift ended at 1 p.m. By 2 p.m., she was home, showered, and changed. I knocked on her front door, and she answered seconds later, greeting me with a long kiss. My lips tingled long after our lips parted, and we grinned like idiots.

“I don’t think that’s ever going to get old,” she said.

“Never. You ready?”

After our first sexual experience together, Bethany and I had a very long talk. I reaffirmed to her my promise to include her in everything in my life, even if that only meant telling her about it. I invited her to become one of the Schlong Sluts, but she couldn’t do that. Her career at the hospital meant too much to her. She couldn’t thrive under the kind of scrutiny London and I had dealt with for all those weeks after everyone had found out about my double life as an adult film star. But she knew the invitation was always open should she change her mind. We also agreed always to try to set aside a few hours a week for “us time.” Whether that meant a date, a hangout, or sex, we would figure that out more as we went along.

Today, we were going out to lunch, window shopping for Christmas, and getting some ideas for decorating the new house in Denver, specifically my bedroom, the only room in the new house where I could have any say in decorations. Even then, I had to run my choices past London, Gina, and Kimmy for final approval.

We stopped at Eddie Merlot’s for a late lunch, and each ordered a small filet. While we waited, I told Bethany about everything I’d been doing the last few days.

“Don’t you think it’s odd Lilly wanted you to put a wooden board in an alleyway?” she asked thoughtfully. “What’s the point of that?”

I shrugged as I stabbed into my salad with a fork. “What was the point of seducing two women? Or stealing a sex toy?”

Bethany jabbed in my direction with her fork while she chewed. “Wait a minute. You said you ran into that girl later. And she even applied to be one of your Schlong Sluts.”

I nodded. “Yeah. So?”

“Are you thinking of hiring her?”

“I’m not sure. We have several quality applicants, and we’re still going through them all, but Jasmine is one of about twenty or thirty girls we want to bring in for a second round of interviews.”

“If that law doesn’t pass,” Bethany finished for me.

“If the law doesn’t pass.”

London and Kimmy were constantly in contact with people connected to the bill, keeping us abreast of all updates and possible plans.

“Do you ever wish you were a part of this thing?” I asked Bethany.

Bethany thought about it. “I guess it would be fun on some level. I’m still not sure how I feel about ... everything.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah. You being a porn star. Having sex with so many beautiful women. Everybody seeing you naked. Women watching you and masturbating to you. Some men, too, I suppose. It’s a lot, Kitt.”

“I thought you weren’t ready for a monogamous relationship either?” I mentioned, reminding her of what she’d said after we had sex for the first time.

“I’m not. I mean, I don’t know.” She took a long sip of her water. “Knowing how many women you’ve been with and are going to be with in the future ... it makes me feel small in comparison. I’ve only ever had sex with you. But I’m also not dying to go out and screw a bunch of men just to put notches in my belt.”

“It’s not a race.”

“Exactly!” she said. “I’m just going to take things a day at a time.”

“There are male porn stars who make things like this work with a wife.”

Bethany’s eyebrows shot up. “Wife?”

I immediately put my hands up, laughing nervously. “I’m not proposing! I’m just saying that people can figure things out.”

“But you want a relationship with me?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“What about Uma? London? Gina? Gretchen? Delilah? Do you want relationships with any of them? And we still haven’t talked much about this Nexus thing. And your witnesses. What will that mean? Do you see how complicated it gets with you?”

“Yeah. I do. I wish I knew how to uncomplicate it.”

“Uncomplicating things may not involve bringing me into your harem, Kitt,” Bethany said with a smile that did not reveal her dimple. “Not everybody will want to share you.”

“There is another option...” I began. “You remember those X-change pills I told you about?”

“The ones that turn you into a woman?” Bethany asked, raising an eyebrow. “What about them?”

“You could be a featured guest on Schlong Sluts as a man.” I braced myself for Bethany’s rejection, but her expression turned thoughtful.

“That’s ... kind of a cool idea,” she said. “And one I may actually think about. Would I be able to use it without people recognizing me? And I could go by a different name. Oh, like Brett!”

“I look very different when I take it.” When Bethany gave me a curious stare, I expounded. “Uma and I have had lesbian sex a few times using them. I looked like a woman. You probably wouldn’t have recognized me. I barely recognized myself.”

“Let’s try it tonight,” Bethany said.

“Lesbian sex?”

Bethany shook her head. “Me as a male. You as a female.”

I laughed until I realized she was serious. “Wait, you want to do this?”

“Have you done it with anybody else?”

“No.”

“Are you brave enough to try it?” Her eyes blazed as she challenged me.

I smirked back at her. “I’ll think about it.”

“But first...” Bethany said, pausing dramatically. “We go to Ikea!”

Bethany and I walked around the massive furniture store, holding hands and discussing different looks for my bedroom. I still wasn’t sure how I wanted to set up my space. Decorating was not my forté, but Bethany had a knack for it. She explained that since collecting first appearance comic books was my passion, I should organize my room in such a way that it emphasized the display of my collection.

“How do you know all this stuff?” I asked.

“I read books about decorating. And I watch TV instead of porn.”

“That’s a lie. You subscribe to my FFE page.”

Bethany’s face turned red. “Okay. I watch very little porn.”

We wandered the store for almost two hours, pausing to kiss in every nook or cranny we could find. We did not end up buying anything.

“You don’t want to buy this furniture,” Bethany explained. “Just get ideas. You want something high quality and sturdy enough to last under the sort of ... strenuous activities you’ll be doing in your bedroom. This is a good starting point.”

After leaving the store, we returned to the house. In my bedroom, she showed me how she would arrange the room with some of the furniture styles we’d discussed. London and Gina joined us to give their input.

“You need a four-poster bed,” Bethany said.

“Why?” I asked. “Those are kinda girly.”

Bethany rolled her eyes. “For bondage scenes. And keep in mind you will be fucking women in here. And lots of women will be watching your videos. Women like four-poster beds. What is the ratio of your female to male subscribers?”

I didn’t have that information right at my fingertips, but I was able to run reports on my FFE account. I pulled up the app and checked it.

“Sixty percent identify as female. Thirty as male. Ten percent are listed as unknown, non-binary, or don’t wish to say.”

“Over half!” Bethany exclaimed. “Kitt, as you grow your brand, you have to keep in mind women are very loyal creatures. If you can hook us, we will stick with you for a long time. Men want to watch hot girls get their brains screwed out and jerk off. Women want an experience. We want to feel connected to you. That’s why your non-sexual videos are so important. You should vlog your home repairs, decorating ideas, and clothes-on interactions with London and Gina. Women will find that sexy. That will drive you to the next level of fame.”

The more I thought about it, the more I knew Bethany was right. This was why Kimmy had been pressing for more down-to-earth, human interactions on my channel.

“Do you want to come on board with Super Schlong as a creative consultant?” I asked her. “We can pay you a modest salary. I need to run it by London, Gina, and Kimmy.”

Bethany shrugged, grinning. “Maybe. That could be fun. Uncredited, though, right? I don’t want my actual name attached to your website.”

“That wouldn’t be a problem,” I assured her.

“Now show me these pills you have. I’m curious.”

I went to my nightstand, opened the drawer, and removed the long wooden box with its seven labeled lids. Bethany took it from me, rattling it. Each box already contained a few pills of each type.

“What do they each mean?”

I explained to her each pill type and how they worked.

“So if you took a twin pill, I could have sex with you looking exactly like me.”

“You want to try that?” I asked.

“No!” Bethany protested. “That would be so weird!” She tapped on the futanari lid. “And this one would give me a cock, but otherwise I’d look the same?”

“Or it would give me breasts and a vagina along with a more feminine physique.”

“You ever considered a threesome with a woman and a man?” she asked. “A lot of women might get turned on by watching you have sex with both.”

“Like kissing a guy or blowing him?”

Bethany shrugged again.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. I could do a threesome where he and I focus on the woman. And if I knew all along that the guy is really a woman ... That would help.”

“So if I took this X-change pill right now and became a man, you couldn’t have sex with me the way you are?”

I tried to imagine it, and it was too weird for me. “I’d have to think about it.”

From my tone of voice, Bethany could tell I wasn’t going to think about it. “You’re such a pansy.”

“I’m not! I know what I like and don’t like.”

“You couldn’t know until you tried. You don’t know what it’s like to suck a cock or get fucked.”

“Actually...” I corrected. “I let Delilah peg me so she would accompany me to Red Velvet.”

“Oh right,” Bethany said, “I saw that video.”

“It did wonders for my female subscriber count.”

“See? See? Now imagine what fooling around with a guy and a girl would do for you.”

“I said I’d think about it.”

Bethany rattled the box again. “What do you want to do tonight? Should I become a man?”

It surprised me that Bethany was so interested in trying this. We had only had sex three times thus far, and she was already interested in doing it with a penis. Clearly, she had a mind for experimentation.