Driving to the Barberi mansion

Roger sat rigid in the passenger seat of Roger's Lexus's passenger seat, coat draped over her near naked body. Her mind was racing. She… was a she. Now that her mind wasn’t clouded by sex… she couldn’t believe it despite the clear evidence of her body. She’d had sex. As a woman. Ignominiously butt fucked by her own cock no less… her sphincter still ached from the penetration… but how was this even possible?

It was… embarrassing? No!! It was madness! Right now, beneath the long coat draped over her very female curves… she wore a leather brassiere with large holes in its DD cups, her long nipples poking through. Her nipples! Her huge breasts!!! She also wore leather crotchless panties that left her shaven vagina alarmingly exposed. It was crazy. How the fuck did she have a pussy? And how was she going to get her cock back between her legs - without it fucking her?! Her pussy moistened at the thought. The idea of a cock between her legs… it felt too good. Too right. What was she thinking even?

More incredulously she wore a leather collar tight about her slim neck - like she was someone’s pet bitch - and black high heel leather boots adorned her now tiny feet. Heels. She could hardly walk in them and her ass swayed weirdly when she did. What was that machine and why was they headed away from it? Away from any chance of getting her body back?!

They were headed to the Barberi Friday night orgy, her wrists cuffed tight behind her back, the cold metal biting into her sensitive skin. She felt every inch the sub she looked. Again a little jolt of arousal an accompanied the thought. “Mother fucker…” she mumbled.

Barbara, now in Roger’s former 6’6” muscular African American body, gripped the steering wheel with an easy confidence, navigating the dark winding road toward the Barberi’s mansion. The night was darkly implacable, the countryside around the college town shrouded in shadow, a darkness that seemed to mirror the dark apprehension churning in Roger’s gut.

She missed her towering basketball star frame, her commanding 10.5-inch cock—her glorious manhood— it had been replaced with a tiny nub and lips that led all the way up inside her. She realised that she she was now trapped in Barbara’s petite and curvaceous body - but for how long? She was feeling unaccountably small, meek, and powerless. A state that seemed to accentuate her arousal. Her large bare nipples, unconstrained by the black leather brassiere she wore, stood perfectly erect and achingly sensitive. “Fucking mother fucker,”she swore. Below her ever present breasts she could feel her wet, swollen labia and tiny erect clit tingling pleasantly, her sex framed by crotchless black leather panties. Her new sex pulsed with a mix of apprehension and unwanted arousal.

She literally was a passenger, not in control, bound for the Barberi’s Friday night orgy—a hedonistic frenzy of group sex and domination hosted by John and Linda Barberi at their opulentmansion. She was going to get fucked. Fucked. The thought was erotically confronting. She knew she would be dominated. Dominated ways that made her tremble, her pussy clenching at the thought despite her mounting panic.

The cuffs rendered her helpless, amplifying her sense of vulnerability as Barbara drove towards the estate. Sex in Barbara’s body had been incredible— sixty nining with Carol, being eaten out and fingered… orgasms that shattered her male pride, leaving her gasping—but tonight’s impending orgy filled her with dread.

She and Barbara had planned to attend the orgy, but not like this, not with Roger as the fragile, submissive woman, her once-dominant presence reduced to this quivering shell. A sub. Her eyes flicked to the mansion’s approaching lights, her heart pounding.

Mugobe would be there, her teammate, his immense cock a daunting memory from past encounters. The thought of him fucking her in this body was overwhelming—fear at being taken by her team mate clashed with a shameful heat that slicked her new cunt.

Jamal and Tyrone, fellow basketball players with athletic builds and dominant attitudes, would also be there, ready to overwhelm her. Mugobe was also bringing Suki, a petite Asian woman he’d been seeing, Barbara’s class mate.

Barbara glanced over, her dark eyes glinting with amusement in Roger’s former face. “Horny?” she chuckled, her deep voice a cruel reminder of Roger’s lost masculinity. Before Roger could respond, Barbara’s large hand slipped inside her open coat, fingers grazing her bare, erect nipples. Roger gasped, her body betraying her as the touch sent electric jolts through her, her cuffed hands useless behind her. Barbara’s hand slid lower, parting the crotchless panties to stroke her moist, swollen sex. Roger’s legs spread involuntarily, her eyes glazing over as Barbara’s fingers teased her clit with deliberate precision. “So wet already,” Barbara taunted, her touch relentless. “Scared shitless, but you want to be dominated at the Barberi’s, don’t you?”

Roger’s cheeks burned with humiliation, her apprehension warring with the unfamiliar submissive urges flooding her body. She wanted to resist, to somehow reclaim her former strength, but her pussy responded eagerly, hips twitching against Barbara’s hand despite her lack of control. As Barbara pulled into the Barberi mansion’s driveway, the estate’s dim lights illuminated the car, Roger’s arousal surged. Her cuffed hands strained uselessly, her body trembling as Barbara’s fingers plunged deeper, stroking her slick labia. A loud, shuddering orgasm ripped through her, her cry echoing in the car, her bare nipples throbbing as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her apprehensive mind.