Man to Condom TF (Patreon)

For months my girlfriend Carla has been trying to convince me to be her cuck. She wants me to wear a cock cage over my “little-Dan” as she calls it, and watch her get fucked from inside a locked dog crate. I was on board with her when she wanted an open relationship, and I am okay with her being with other men, but this was a step too far. I’ve gotten through our open relationship by not thinking about her with other men. But being forced to WATCH her do it was just too much for me. Plus the humiliation of the dog crate and cock cage. We discussed it on and off, many of those instances ending in a fight, but this time was different. This time, she told me she wasn’t taking no for an answer. When I refused her yet again, she muttered under her breath and invoked her seldom-used magic. My body shrunk down and melted together, plunging me into the dark. When my world finally stopped spinning, I was left in completely silent blackness, my sense of sight and hearing robbed away from me. I internally called out to Carla, my real voice stolen away by her spell. To my surprise, her voice rang in my head, explaining that she had turned me into a condom, in fact, EVERY condom that she would use from that moment on. After I was removed and discarded, I would reshape into a brand-new one for her. At first I started to scream for her to change me back, but then I realized what that would mean. My entire body would be pressed INSIDE of my beautiful girlfriend over and over. And she had “dates” almost every night. Unaware of my thought process, Carla continued to explain that she WILL be turning me into a cuck, either as a man locked in chastity in the corner, or as her contraceptive, and that I had to choose. I weighed the options, not sure how to answer her. Did I really want to be wrapped around some guy’s cock? I wasn’t sure about it, but I KNEW that I wouldn’t be able to get over the humiliation of having some guy get his rocks off IN my girlfriend with me locked up and watching. Carla got annoyed at my delay and simply dropped me into her purse. It quickly became apparent that while I couldn't see or hear, I could still feel, smell, and taste as I was forced to endure those sensations from inside her purse. It felt like an eternity before I finally felt her fingers on me. Her voice rang inside my head, asking if I was ready for my first of oh so many uses...