No

Somehow, John managed to stay conscious after the whole ordeal. Slowly, John stood on shaky legs and tried to ignore the strange warmth that radiated from his stomach. It wasn't hard to figure out where that heat came from but the last thing John wanted to dwell on was his involuntary snack. John's attacker just stood in place, moaning and twitching. It didn't react to its plaything standing up and continued to stand in place as John slowly made his way to the door. The crossdresser wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew he had to get out of there. His desperation to be anywhere but the place where he was ravaged was more intense than the heat in his gut. John had enough sense to put his skirt back on before scrambling out of the room and closing the door.