Not at first

Peter's eyes widened in shock as Craig's enormous member rested heavily on her face. A strange new feeling stirred deep within her transformed body - an unfamiliar ache between her legs and a tingling in her nipples.

"N-no," Peter stammered, trying to turn away. But her body seemed to have other ideas. Against her will, she found herself inhaling Craig's musky scent, her mouth watering involuntarily.

"What's happening to me?" Peter whimpered, horrified by her body's reaction. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing wetness between them.

Mary Jane watched the scene unfold with a mix of guilt and arousal. She knew she should put a stop to this, but the sight of her feminized husband cowering beneath Craig's massive cock sent a jolt of excitement through her.

Almost unconsciously, Mary Jane's hand drifted between her own legs. She was shocked to find herself soaking wet. What kind of person was she, to be turned on by her husband's degradation?

Meanwhile, Peter continued to struggle against her new instincts. But with each passing second, her resistance weakened. Her gaze kept being drawn back to Craig's throbbing member. It looked so big, so powerful. A traitorous part of her wondered what it would feel like in her mouth... in her new pussy...

"No!" Peter cried out, shaking her head frantically. "I won't do it! I'm not... I'm not..."

But even as she protested, Peter's dainty hand reached up to wrap around Craig's shaft. She marveled at how small and delicate her fingers looked in comparison.

Craig smirked down at her. "That's it, bitch. Stop fighting it. We both know what you really want."

Peter whimpered as another wave of arousal washed over her. Her nipples had hardened into stiff peaks, and she could feel slick wetness coating her inner thighs. What was happening to her? Why did this feel so... right?

With trembling lips, Peter leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of Craig's cock. The taste exploded on her tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Before she could stop herself, she took the head into her mouth, moaning at the feeling of fullness.

Mary Jane watched in stunned arousal as her husband began eagerly sucking Craig's massive member. Part of her knew she should intervene, but a darker part reveled in Peter's submission. She was so caught up in the scene that she barely noticed her own fingers slipping inside her dripping pussy.

Peter's mind was a haze of confusion and desire. This was wrong, she knew it was wrong. But her body sang with pleasure as she worked Craig's cock deeper into her throat. New instincts took over as she bobbed her head.

"Fuck, you're a natural cocksucker," Craig groaned, tangling his fingers in Peter's silky hair. "Guess you were always meant to be a little slut, huh?"

Peter whimpered around Craig's thick shaft, ashamed by how his crude words sent another wave of arousal through her. She could feel her new pussy clenching with need, **** to be filled.

Mary Jane watched the scene unfold, her own fingers working frantically between her legs. The sight of her feminized husband eagerly sucking Craig's massive cock was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. She knew she should feel guilty, but she was too far gone in her own pleasure.

Craig's hips began to thrust, fucking Peter's throat in earnest. Peter gagged slightly but found herself relaxing, taking him deeper than she would have thought possible. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled for air, but she didn't want to stop. She needed this, craved it in a way she'd never experienced before.

"That's it, take it all like a good little whore," Craig growled. His balls slapped against Peter's chin as he bottomed out in her throat.

Peter's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She was dimly aware that she should be horrified by what was happening, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was the thick cock stretching her throat, the heady scent of Craig's musk, the ache between her legs begging to be filled.