Cowgirl

Luke pushed Daisy along to the conjugal visit room. "Where are you taking me?" She asked nervously, unfamiliar plump breasts jiggling. Rounded ass swaying enticingly. Daisy had only just arrived. Fresh meat. She hadn't even started lactating yet but her new breasts were swollen and tender, nipples fat and protruding... the hormones would see to the lactating soon. Come tomorrow she's be hooked up to a milking machine with a blissful look on her face twenty four seven. Those same hormones made the newly turned cowgirl horny and emotional and confused.

Two days ago she'd been Tyrone Jackson, convicted pimp and panderer. A six foot tall figure of intimidation. All muscle. African American Male. A smart and savvy entrepreneur with a stable of twelve hookers he ran.

Now after the nanite injection she was five two tall. All curves. Still African American but with a lighter complexion and long lustrous mane of hair that framed a delicate and sensual face. She wore tight little panties that outlined a camel toe and a maternity bra that struggled to support unusually fulsome breasts. She hadn't really acclimatised to her new gender. Certainly it was clear she was unhappy and regretting her choice to serve her time here.

Luke grinned. Her regrets were about to multiply. "In there Daisy," he pushed the cowgirl. She entered the conjugal visit room and looked at the girl there.

"Hello Tyrone... Oh, it's Daisy now..." the girl said as she nodded at Luke then started to methodically empty her bag onto the conjugal bed. A strap on. Rope. Nipple clamps. Lubricant. A butt plug. A riding crop.

"Sharonna, don't forget who I am..." Daisy said, trying to sound in control as she eyed the growing array of toys and tried to edge to the door. Luke blocked her.

"The transfer?" Luke prompted as he patted Daisy's ass. Sharonna grunted and grabbed her phone, transferring the funds. Luke's little sideline was lucrative. Find out who the cowgirls had been, find out who their enemy was then sell their enemy a conjugal visit. Sharonna had an axe to grind against her former pimp. And right now, a virgin cowgirl freshly transformed, Luke could get a premium for Daisy. "Have fun... see you soon."

Sharonna turned to face Daisy, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. Daisy's heart raced as she took in Sharonna's cruel smirk and the array of BDSM toys spread out before her. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Her new tiny body was purposefully weak and unable to be aggressive, a prison of genetically engineered feminine vulnerability, and Sharonna was about to become her warden for the next few hours. The most unexpected thing for Daisy though was her excitement! The engineering was pretty **** and a dominant submissive situation like this made her super excited.

"You're going to pay for everything you've ever done to me, Daisy," Sharonna snarled, her voice thick with venom. "Every time you sent me out onto the street, every time you took my money, every time you fucked me..." Her words trailed off as she stepped closer, her hand sliding down to grip Daisy's wrist, her eyes flickering over the new cowgirl's voluptuous body. "You're going to experience just a taste of what it's like to be owned, to be used. Did you know sometimes cowgirls go missing? I’m saving up to arrange that. I’m going to make sure you stay like this. As one of your girls…”

Daisy's heart hammered in her chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her. She didn’t know why, but the thought of being at Sharonna’s mercy was turning her on. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was the sudden rush of vulnerability. She hadn’t felt this way when she was a man, but now, as a cowgirl, she was discovering new and terrifying depths.

Sharonna leaned in, her breath hot against Daisy's neck. "You're going to learn your place," she whispered, her voice a dark promise of pain and pleasure. "You're going to be my bitch, my little milk cow." With a swift movement, she yanked Daisy towards the bed, the mattress protesting under their combined weight as they toppled onto it. The strap-on dug into Daisy's side, a stark reminder of what was to come.

Daisy squirmed, trying to break free, but Sharonna's grip was like steel. The ropes snaked around her wrists and ankles, tightening with each tug until she was spread-eagled on the bed, completely at the other woman's mercy. The nipple clamps were cold against her skin, and she let out a gasp as Sharonna attached them with a cruel little twist. The sensation was unexpected, yet she felt her breasts swell erect, her body betraying her with every sensation.

Sharonna straddled Daisy, her own breasts swaying. "You see these?" she sneered, cupping Daisy’s substantial mounds. "These are what you're going to have, all the time. And every time you lactate, you're going to remember me. Cause I’m the one that snitched on you…”

With a smirk, she smeared the lubricant over the strap-on, her eyes never leaving Daisy’s wide eyed gaze. Daisy felt the tip of the dildo pressing against her, the cold plastic a stark contrast to the heat of her new body. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel a trickle of wetness between her legs. The fear of the unknown mingled with the strange, new desires that the transformation had unlocked within her.

Sharonna leaned down, her weight pressing Daisy further into the mattress. "Kiss your male ego goodbye slut," she murmured, her breath hot against Daisy's ear. "You're going to love me popping your cherry." Daisy's eyes widened in disbelief as she felt the dildo slide into her, stretching her untouched sex.

She’d known on an academic level that she had a pussy. But now she knew because her pussy was getting fucked. And it felt incredible.

The fleeting instant of pain was intense, but it was quickly overridden by a wave of pleasure that she had never felt before. Her body, so recently reconstructed, responded to the intrusion with an instinctive wantonness that surprised even her.

Sharonna began to thrust, her movements rough and punishing. Daisy's moans grew louder, filling the small room. The nipple clamps tugged at her with every thrust, sending bolts of intense pleasure through her body. She felt her newfound arousal building, her hips bucking to meet Sharonna's rhythm. It was as if she had been made to crave this, to crave the submission that came with it. “How do you like the idea of being a whore?” Sharonna spat, slapping Daisy’s face with an open hand. The sting of the slap was surprisingly exhilarating.