One down, two to go?

Mark has burned his man card, but any hope of escaping unscathed is vanishing as you witness Chad's transformation. His masculine features are vanishing, and his once-rippling muscles are softening into feminine curves. Chad's voice cracks as he protests, "No, this isn't happening, this can't be happening!"

But it is. His muscular chest is being transformed into a pair of lush breasts, which bounce with each **** denial. His wide shoulders are narrowing, and his flat stomach now features a small, soft paunch. Chad, once the epitome of masculine strength, is becoming a whimpering slut.

And you... you feel a familiar heat building between your legs. Your cock is gone, you realize with a start, replaced by a slick, needy cunt, **** to be stretched and filled. You look down in horror, certain you are imagining things, but the soft, baby-smooth skin, the plump lips and the glistening wetness from your eager pussy is undeniable proof.

Chad stares down at his changing body, horror giving way to denial. "No... no, no, no!" he pleads, his voice cracking. He tries to hold on to the last remnants of his masculinity, **** to maintain control. "I won't be one of your whores, I won't... I just won't!" He clenches his fists, a futile gesture against the relentless Marsian power.

But his protests are cut short as a soft moan escapes his lips. Chad's eyes widen in shock as he suddenly realizes that his hands - delicate and soft, with long, painted nails - are caressing the lush curves of his own breasts. He's appalled, embarrassed by the pleasurable sensations he's experiencing, but he can't seem to stop touching them, fondling those perfect peaks as a soft hum of pleasure escapes him.

As you watch, a mixture of horror and fascination wells up inside you. Your eyes are fixated on Chad's changing form, imagining the sensation of having breasts like him. You can't help but be drawn to the idea of having your own soft, sensitive nipples to play with, to tweak and tease. The thought excites you, even as you fight against it.

Your attention snaps back to your pussy, which is dripping with desire. The thick Martian cock below you throbs, seemingly eager to penetrate you, and you struggle to maintain your position, the desire to lower yourself becoming nearly overwhelming. You feel the slickness of your womanly juices, the warmth of your needy pussy, and all you can think about is being filled, being impaled, feeling that huge cock stretching your new cunt.

As the Martians leer at you, you know you can't hold out much longer. The thought of being taken by these powerful males, of being a breeder for their offspring, excites you in ways you never thought possible.