Jojo does as instructed.

Jojo considers not competing for a moment. But she would be banned from her phone and stuck like this she was certain. She had to win. She eyed her drones large cock. He was stroking it erect. She could hardly believe she’d accidentally put herself in this position. She considered herself a man yet clearly she wasn’t. The slight twinge of anticipation deep between her legs, a moistening of the crotch of her skimpy panties and a noticeable hardening of her nipples told her exactly what she was now. With no small amount of excitement, fear and resignation Jojo turned about to face the judges, dropping to her hands and knees.

“Ready?” The judges called. Her drone, a large muscular male knelt behind her. His cock slid against the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh and her eyes widened with apprehension at the pleasantly feminine sensation. Her submissiveness made her eager yet reserved.

“Set?” She felt her panties being hitched down. She hung her head and looked past her downward swaying breasts at her fresh shaven pussy. His cock bounced and swayed to come to a rest at her lips. She bit her lip and nodded. Was she ready? She was a man. Surely she’d never be ready for this!

“Go!” He thrust into her andshe gasped in girlish shock. Her eyes glazed as though she were sleepy, unable to focus as her thoughts fled.

“ Oh,” she moaned. Her hips moved instinctively as his glorious thick cock filled her, stretched her, pressed her cervix. She was drooling raptly. Her arms gave out and she found herself being fucked, eyes unfocused, back arching and heavy breasts mashed into the mat. “Fuck me!” She begged. “Fill my... cunt... glorious cock!” She mewled.