Entrepreneur

Whether its having escaped a Martian attack without getting fucked or falling victim to one of their trapped items, there is a huge market for sex toys that can sate the raging libidos of the transformed. You talked a Martian into working with you instead of turning you into a slut and have been raking in the cash producing toys based on his cock. It's been great and aside from the ever present threat of him turning you into a breeder, there is just one problem: you've gone through so many secretaries the staffing agencies won't work with you anymore.

You enter the office to see your newest secretary getting railed. Her eyes are blank, but she lets out a little gasp with each thrust of the Martian between her legs. Not totally mindbroken then. Maybe you'd still get some work out of her before you needed a new secretary.

"Already?" you sigh. "Jake has only been here two days, John!" You'd thought hiring a guy would make them last longer, but they still ended up as breeders. Still, two days was longer than the girls lasted. They were on their backs in hours. Pussies the lot of them. They didn't see you spreading your legs for Martian dick, no matter how impressive John was.

"You know our deal," he replies before grunting and filling her full of cum, to her vocal delight. "I help you with the molds for those Martian dildos that sell so well and I fuck whoever asks. She asked. Hell, she would've given in the first day if I'd put in any effort. You saw her rubbing her thighs together when I stripped for the mold yesterday."

John the Martian. Everyone was terrified of them, but he's been a great business partner, aside from constantly breaking your secretaries minds on his dick. With all the trapped Martian items out there, there were plenty of women and former men with needy pussies that wouldn't be satisfied with normal toys. Molds of his monster dick were selling as fast as you could make them. They looked like they were intended for a horse, but if reddit was anything to go by it took the edge off for the transformed. Several of them swore they'd held off the need to be bred for months thanks to your dildos.

"Speaking of which," you say, "there was a problem with the casting yesterday. We need to redo the mold."

"Third time," John replied, "Sure you aren't looking for excuses to see more of my dick? Everyone wants a taste eventually. Jake swore she was a manly man but she's really another needy hole." He pulled out and turned to you, his mammoth shaft dripping with their juices causing you to unconsciously lick your lips. You loved the money this brought in, but lately you'd been feeling jealous of the pleasure his victims obviously felt. How good must it be that they gave up their whole lives to feel his dick in them?

"No," you deny, "not happening. I'd much rather keep this cock between my legs."

"Oh, you'll still have a cock between your legs," he replies. "I'd say ask Jake here, but she's gonna need awhile before she can string two words together. Then it'll probably just be 'fuck' and 'me'" He laughs at his own joke. Again a pang of envy shoots through you.

"Well then," you say, trying to hide your longing, "let's get back to work."

John nodded and put his massive dick away. With a final wink, he disappeared into the basement, leaving you alone with your secretary.

"Couldn't last a week," you begin, "What happened to being too much of a stud to get bitched?"

Jake looks up at you blankly, her eyes unfocused. You wonder for a moment if John broke her completely. But when she speaks, there's still some fire left in her voice.

"You think I lost something?" she whispers. "No, he showed me what I was missing out on. You aren't standing strong and resisting him. It amuses him to watch human men strut around before he breaks them on his cock. Your turn will come soon enough. You'll be scared when your pussy forms and he plunges inside you. Maybe you'll even try to resist when you're mewling with pleasure as you writhe on his cock. When he cums inside your new womb, you will realize we were all meant to be bred."

Jake had been a macho bodybuilder. You'd always thought he was like you and could resist, but now she was nothing more than another breeder.

"Fat chance," you say firmly. "We have work to do. Now clean yourself up and let's get started on that mold. You can take a dildo home with you if you do well."

Jake nods eagerly, her eyes still filled with desire. Before long, you've got a new mold made and the machine is spitting out new dildos. Jake grabs the first one off the line as she prances out the door. You shake your head, knowing she'll have that thing stuffed in her snatch the moment she reaches her car. At least she retained enough of her mind to keep working.

As usual, you spend the end of the day online promoting your brand and responding to reviews. It started as a way to drive business, but now you mainly do it to hear from the transformed. The tales of men being tricked by cockrings, sodas and other items and finding their cocks replaced with pussies are enticing. It'd hard to resist touching yourself as they describe their descent into hedonism and femininity. The best part is them thanking you for providing the Martian dildos. Normal cocks won't sate the ache in their new pussies, but the Martian dildos reach spots inside that send them quivering with joy. Many of them post about how even if offered the choice they'd never take their cock back since breeder orgasms were so much better.