Back out of gang bang

… as I looked from one face to another I realised that a gang bang might be a bad idea. “Actually, I think we’re done here,” I felt small and physically intimidated suddenly as I stepped away from them, large breasts swaying and cum dripping to the pavement from my still hot and wet snatch.

“Hey, you can’t just tease us like that!” One of them said, moving closer.

The leader who’d just fucked me stepped in front of him, a look of understanding crossing his face. “No means no, guys. We don’t want any trouble here.” He turned to me, his smirk turning into a slightly concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Bad dose of x-change. Fucked me up a bit…” I admitted nervously.

This surprised them. “Shit, you’re a dude?” One asked.

“She don’t fuck like no dude man. She’s fine!” Another countered and I blushed.

The leader chuckled. “It’s cool, your obviously going through something. Let’s leave her to it.” He clapped his friend on the shoulder and the tension in the air dissipated. I watched them walk away, feeling both relieved and a bit disappointed. The need inside me was still raging, and one round hadn’t been nearly enough.

I grabbed my phone and messaged the client. - I fucked up. Got spotted spiking a drink and had to take your pill myself to get rid of the evidence. Need your cum ASAP- I messaged.

-You what? That wasn’t the plan. I want a refund!- was the first message that came through from the client. But before I could even begin to explain, another followed. -Meet me at the drop point. Now!- they messaged.

The drop point was a nearby park. I drove there, my new body feeling alien and my mind racing with anticipation and fear. What if the client didn’t have what I needed? What if the x-change was permanent? It felt like it was making me extra horny… what was in it?

I stepped out of the car and smoothed my dress down, feeling the fabric stick to my damp skin. I scanned the park for any sign of the client, my heart racing. A figure in the shadows beckoned me with a finger, and I approached, trying to keep my wobbly heels steady on the gravel path.

The client was tall and lean, with a look of annoyance etched on his face. I didn’t recognise him. “Can I have … you know. Your cum?”

He grabbed my hand, his grip surprisingly strong. “It’s not a cum cure but it is a custom pill. It was meant for Harry damn it, I need you to come with me.”

Panic set in as he started to lead me away. “Where are we going?”

He didn’t bother to look back, his grip on my hand tightening. “Somewhere private. I need to finish what we started. It’s a plus pill.”

“Oh, fuck! Really?!” I stumbled along with him, my thoughts racing. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The night air was cool against my overheated skin, and every step sent a fresh wave of desire through me. The need to be filled was overwhelming, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more he wasn’t telling me. He led me to his car. “Get in,”

The interior was leather and smelled faintly of perfume. It was a ladie’s car, not a man’s, and as he pushed me into the backseat, my heart hammered in my chest. This wasn’t good. I was supposed to be the one in control. But my body was betraying me, begging for more.

He climbed in beside me, his eyes dark with lust. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?" He said, his voice a low rumble. “So it was a plus and a custom breeder…”

The reality of his words hit me like a ton of bricks. "Please, let me go," I whispered, trying to pull my hand away. But his grip was like iron, and he just chuckled. “The plan was for me to breed Harry. But you’ll have to do…”

“What?!”He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and I shivered. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"It's a custom breeder. Designed to turn you into a bimbo slut. But it's not just any slut. You can only by bred by me when I’m on this blue pill. I’m Janet, Harry’s ex... Rachel and I wanted a kid but neither of us wanted to carry it and I wanted **** on Harry. It cost us a fortune… but we really want a kid. So thanks to your incompetence you're going to take Harry’s place. Your stuck in that body anyway and if you aren’t pregnant you’ll be a nymphomaniac- we want lots of kids..." His voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to push him away, but my body was weak and I was responding to his proximity in ways I didn't want to admit.

"What the fuck? No, please, let me go," I pleaded, but the words came out in a **** moan.

The client leaned back, his smile knowing. "You'll do as I say, or you’ll be horny all the time," His hand slithered up my thigh, and despite my fear, I couldn't help the wetness that grew between my legs. "You see, you're already responding to me. That's part of the pills effect. You want to be bred. But I only I can breed you.”

I wanted struggle against him, really did, push his hand away, but my body was too sensitive, too needy. "Please, I just… need…” this. I needed this!

He laughed, his grip tightening. "You know what you need. You're just a dumb slut now, begging for cock, aren’t you." His words stung, but they also sent a jolt of arousal through me. I hated that he was right. The breeding urge had taken over my mind, and all I could think about was being filled, being used, being bred. I wanted to be bred!? Fuck me!

With surprising agility, he straddled me, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. His cock was already hard, pushing against his pants. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, and I found myself responding. It was like my body had a mind of its own, **** for his touch, for his seed. I whimpered in fear. In need.

He pulled away, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "See? You want it." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his cock, thick and hard. "You're going to love this," he said, lining himself up with my entrance.

“Please… I… fuck me!” I whimpered, my eyes wide with fear and desire. The breeder urge was too strong. He pushed himself inside me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. I couldn’t believe the betrayal of my own body as I felt my muscles clench around him, urging him deeper, my legs wrapping around him.

He began to thrust, slow at first, savoring the feel of my tight, wet cunt around his cock. This was Harry’s lesbian wife. My client. He seemed at ease in his male body though. This wasn’t his first rodeo with a blue pill it seemed. His movements grew more aggressive with every stroke, his hips slapping against my thighs as he claimed me as his property. I tried to fight it, to keep my mind my own, but the pleasure was too intense. The breeder’s potion had done its work, reducing me to a quivering mess of lust and submission.

I moaned, my hips rising to meet him, my body betraying me. The feeling of his cock inside me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t help but crave more. His grip on my wrists tightened, and I felt his hand slip down to cover my mouth, muffling my cries. “That’s right, take it like a good slut,” he growled, his breath hot against my cheek.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he hit a spot deep inside me that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The pressure inside me grew with every thrust, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax, and the thought of him filling me up with his cum was driving me wild. The breeder pill had turned me into his personal fucktoy, and I hated it. And loved it.

His hand moved from my mouth to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. "You're going to take every drop," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to be my little breeding bitch, aren't you?" I nodded as I squirmed in the seat.

With a smug smile, he released my wrists and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him as he continued to fuck me relentlessly. His grip was like a vice, controlling my every movement as he pounded into me. I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, my body reacting to his brutal possession of me.

The car rocked with our movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car. I could feel the tension in my body building, my orgasm approaching. The client’s eyes bore into mine, a mix of anger and arousal. “You’re going to cum for me, slut,” he grunted, his strokes becoming even more forceful.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body arched off the seat, a scream of pleasure muffled by his hand, as I came around his cock. He took the opportunity to push even deeper, my walls spasming around him, his balls against my ass cheeks. My orgasm was intense, more so than any I’d experienced before, and it left me trembling and weak.

My client’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he felt my pussy tightening spasmodically around him. Again he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster, his hips slamming into me without mercy. "That's it," he groaned, his own release building. "You're going to make me cum so hard."

My own need was now consuming my every thought. The alley had only been a teaser; this was what the i had truly wanted. To be used, to be bred, to be nothing more than a vessel for this man's pleasure. “Good girl…” he said as he came and sealed my fate. I’d been bred!?!!