He does. But can he keep his control?

Matt grit his teeth. If Natasha wanted him to make her a woman, he wasn't going to let her down, no matter what. Of course, she was the one paying the price but that was only because he didn't know any way to transfer her pain to him. He would have done it gladly.

There was just one slight problem. All this pushing his dick against Natasha's hymen had got him extremely stimulated. So stimulated, in fact, that he worried he might just blow his load right there on the gateway. Which would be a complete cluster.

He didn't think reciting baseball statistics out loud would be the kind of moral support Natasha was looking for but what was Reggie Jackson's lifetime batting average again. It wasn't that great although he did hit a lot of home runs. But... never mind baseball. Matt had a beautiful girl in his arms and a woman to make although he really thought that expression was completely stupid. Why, exactly, having some jerk shove his dick through a membrane turned a girl into a woman escaped him.

The self-distraction seemed to have done his job. While Natasha was looking impatient and Tanya looking like she was having a great time watching her best friend struggle and collecting the tips from who knew how many thousands of masturbators out there who had to be wishing that they could take Matt's place and get the job done.

"I'm going to push a little harder," he said.

"Push hard. Break through this stupid thing. What kind of asshole invented a hymen anyway."

Maybe that was a question he could ask Dr. Dyle. Was it something that had evolved because of the patriarchial concept of owning females and wanting to test their purity as proof of good title? His grandfather would claim it was God's way of keeping women pure although, to Matt's way of thinking, God could have taken a lot more pleasant path if he'd wanted to. Anyway, why it was there wasn't the problem. The problem was that it was still there after several minutes of hard trying (possible pun intended although Matt didn't intend to try out the joke on Natasha right then).

He put more of his weight behind his dick and... Natasha groaned. And... and he was through.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck, that hurt's like hell," she shouted while Tanya was videoing her face and Cindy her pussy with Matt's dick now several inches deep in it.

"Relax," he said. "From now on, it gets better."

"If it doesn't, I'm becoming a nun."

Having Natasha a nun would be sort of like using the Mona Lisa for toilet paper. The loss to the world would be incalculable. At least that was Matt's opinion.

"Trust me," he said.

"Trusting you is what got me to this mess."

He'd listened to his sister's advice about how to handle moments like this. So he kissed Natasha.