He offers himself quite willingly

I wanted to grab his head and pull him up, but he followed the movement of my hand without the need to apply any amount of **** on my side. He stood up following my lead, leant towards an easy chair and grabbed a hold of the back rest. Then he spread his legs, arched his back nicely and used his hands to pull his butt cheeks apart, offering access to his butt quit willingly.

I stepped behind him, intoxicated by the power I felt I had over him. I positioned my member against his sphincter and pushed my glans half way in. He moaned faintly and I used the intimate skin contact to enter his mind again. I planned to maximize the effect, I was going to have, so again I stoked the fires of his lust until they burned with desperation. I amplified his sexual sensibility, which since our fateful encounter happened predominantly over his intestinal canal.

As I pulled back out, his while body was trembling with Lust. I felt, how he pushed back against my rock hard cock and how he struggled to keep himself back. "When I enter you, bitch. I will **** every last bit of virility out and you will never ever get it back." The thought made him groan. "Yes, Mater. Please... I want to be... a girl... I want..." I didn't let him finish. My cock was well covered in his slick saliva and I just pushed in. With a single forceful thrust, I stretched his sphincter apart and dominantly claimed his body as mine. Fittie let out a surprised and quite girlish squeak as he felt my presence in his body pushing all other sensations aside. I established a connection to steer his Lust in the right direction, because I still hadn't reached the effect I was aiming for and then I pulled out until my Corona glandis began to spread his sphincter from the inside. Fittie moaned incoherently at this point, but I knew, he was able to perceive the world around him well enough. Then I pushed back in. With my second thrust, I got the effect I wanted: As I pushed in, his seed squirted out of his limp dicklet, as if I was pressing the juice out of a lemon. A third thrust and again, he came over the backrest of his easy chair and the floor between his legs. Up until now, cum had just dribbled out of him slowly, but now it really seemed as if it was my pure size and potency that drove his seed out with a **** his body couldn't muster on his own any more.

A third and a fourth thrust produced equal amounts of semen, splashing out but with the fifth of my thrusts he seemed to be fairly drained. Of course he had already pushed some of his cum out himself when he was **** to use the dildo at Jaz's place. Then he had come while sucking me off. And so his moans began to change when I kept fucking him. First he had been in heaven finding relief from his unnatural horniness. Now he began to sound more and more tormented as I upheld the pressure on his glands. "AHH. Hnggg. Harngg!" "What's up bitch, still cumming?" "Hnng! Yess, AHH! Mast-haaang! B-aa but.. I..." I enhanced speed and **** of my thrusts and his words became incoherent moans and screams. Indeed I managed to press another two drops of seminal fluid out of him, as he screamed. "You empty already?" I paused to give him the opportunity to answer. "Yes, Master. I... Can't cum anymore. I AAAARNGNN!!! Haas!" I pushed back in giving him three more thrusts, just to make sure. Through our connection I could sense his little dicklet twitch. His body tried to climax, but he was drained. His orgasms almost dry and increasingly painful. Still I kept going for another few thrusts letting my own climax approach before I slowed down, giving Fittie a Chance to beg for mercy.

He was panting heavily. Sweat covered his upper body. "Please. Master. I. I am. Empty." I began to pull out. Letting my swollen glans stretch his sphincter once more. "Haannngggg. Please. Feed me your cum. I. I am readyyaaanv." The thickest part of my rod had crossed the border and Fittie immediately sank to his knees, turning around. He nuzzled his face against my throbbing member covered in his intestinal fluid and saliva as well as my pre-cum and began kissing it. "Can you make me a girl now, Master?" I took my member in my hand and slapped his face with it. Another humiliation which, now that he was alone with me and nobody watched, he took almost as if it was a reward. He held his face so I could keep slapping him, opened his mouth whenever my cock came near it and begged me. "Please. I wanna suck it. Feed me your cum, Master. I wanna taste it. Like the girls, mistress Jaz. Please. I need it." I really had programmed him like a cum addicted anal slut and such was the picture that formed in my mind, when I shoved my engorged cock into his mouth: I pictured him almost as he was now. Without any body hair, except for some in the pubic area. With a slightly more feminine figure and soft skin. Somewhat tomboyish, androgynous with nice but very small boobs and nice somewhat rounder hips to make his look between the sexes but vaguely hinting towards the feminine side. He always had a kind of feminine side to his appearance, but it wasn't too strong. In my mind, these aspects were amplified. The image wasn't too far from the image of the young girl, I had Seen in his memory. Of course, given the fact I was myself close to orgasm, I imagined his new self to be always horny and at least as cum addicted and submissive is he was now.

"Use your tongue, bitch. You need to work for it!" He gripped my stiff member with both hands and applied a good amount of **** on it as he began to stroke it. The tip of my cock was still in his mouth, his tongue playing with my glans going over it and returning to my frenulum again and again. Either he had done some research or he spent a lot of time thinking about how to give a good blowjob. His technique wasn't flawless but for a first timer he did really really well. I felt my own orgasm approaching with ****. I hadn't completely recovered from the inhuman large amount of Semen I lost in the grand finale of my foursome, but this still felt as a big orgasm. "Yes. That's it. Keep going, slut." Fitte took that as encouragement and increased the pressure he put on my shaft. His strokes got faster and faster and in addition to his tongue play, he began sucking on my glans. It was enough to let myself be pushed over the edge and I allowed it. "AHH. Open your mouth, bitch!"

He obeyed immediately and opened his mouth wide enough for me to pull out but stayed close enough so I could fuck his mouth, whenever I wanted. His hands moved away, as I took control with my own hand. "You want it?" "Yes, Master. Please." "Beg for it." I was so close, every stroke could be one to many so I slowed down in order to time my orgasm right. "Please, feed me your cum. Make me a girl, Master I need..." I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt the strange energy condense in my balls, swirl around, and shoot through my cock with a tingling and pleasant sensation. I let out a groan of pleasure and I came. My first spurt plastered bis face. Sticky cum covered his eyes and dripped from his nose. His mouth was open wide, but he wouldn't let another spurt go anywhere else and he leapt at my throbbing cock taking it deep into his mouth. I felt him swallowing every time another spurt hit his throat. He wouldn't wait for me to finish and swallow all at once. He greedily sucked every drop into his stomach, he could get a hold of and I let him take his reward. He really earned it.

When I was finished pumping my seed into his body, imprinting him, I felt drained. I had taken up all of the energy I could get from him although my reserves were full, when we started. I had taken up quite an amount involuntarily during my foursome with Jaz, Joey and Vanny. I felt as I had taken in too much and then released it in an overly fatiguing way. The show before me though compensates for that: Fittie sat on his knees. His face still covered in my cum, he was smiling. With his fingers he scooped up all my cum from his face and devoured it greedily. As he could open his eyes again, he looked at me. "Thank you, master. Thank you." Then he went for my dick again. Carefully he began to lick it clean beginning with the shaft. Then he pulled the foreskin back cleaning the glans with his mouth. His fingers even pressed the last drop of cum or of my shaft before he let go. "Thank you. That... I have tasted my own before.... to you know.. . I wanted to know what it would be like to take a man's load... But... I just never knew it could be so... fulfilling", he began to absentmindedly caress his stomach, "delicious..."

I looked down at him. He was still in a weird state of bliss but for me post nut clarity hit in. I shook my head and went for the bathroom. I washed my cock carefully. Then I cleared my thoughts. I needed to get back. And I needed to think about what I just had done. Would it work? Than I had not only changed mere details of a person's body but changed their sex. What I told Fittie earlier wasn't a lie: Such a miraculous change would lead to questions. A lot of questions...

I went back into the living room. Fittie had put my cloths on the clean side of the easy chair and turned it around. he sat on the floor next to it, still naked with tiny stains of my cum in his hair. He was still smiling. I approached him and started to put on my boxers and my wrap around pants. The whole situation was awkward to me but Fittie sat there like a good obedient submissive and watched me. "How long do you think it will take to... You know... Until I know it worked?" I tried to sound calm and confident but was to spent to use any of my powers to project this image. "Give it time. A change like this won't happen in a matter of minutes. You should go to sleep for now. You may send me a picture tomorrow. I will decide then." I deliberately left out what I would decide on and what I expected. I had learned this in a seminar on crises communications. I had no Idea how he would look tomorrow and how he would feel about the decision made today. So I just gave him a stern look and he averted bis eyes. "Thank you master. I... I am sorry I made the mistress earlier today. I... I don't..." "You may apologize via text message. It might be a good idea to admit you did wrong and will never speak a word of it to anyone, but it's best you avoid her presence. I will leave now." "Yes, master. Thank you, master."

Without another word I left. I couldn't shake the feeling off I maybe had done something terribly wrong. Would the transformation really work? Was it really his wish from the beginning? Or did I plant this thought in his mind? There was no way, I could be certain. The memory of himself, which had convinced me earlier to go through with the whole thing couldn't be taken as proof. Memories are altered and changed constantly in our heads. Maybe he was just a normal straight guy once and now I turned him into a cum hungry slutty fuck toy somewhere in an undefined spot along a spectrum of which the two sexes were only two extremes... As I drove back to Jaz's place my thoughts were racing in my mind, I was tired and spent. As I arrived the place was dark. Jaz's room was on the side of the building not facing the street, so I parked the car, grabbed the keys and got inside. Everything was silent. I sneaked up the stairs. From Jaz's room I heard only steady breathing, so I went for the bathroom and got ready for bed. Finally back in Jaz's room I saw picture, that can only be described as heavenly. The three beauties were still naked. The were lying on Jaz's large bed only partially covered by blankets. A small bedside lamp was giving off some dim light and on Jaz's laptop, Fittie's video of our foursome had been played to the end. I powered the device off, thought about it for a while and then got naked. As I slipped under the blanket next to Jaz, she awoke and looked at me smiling. She pulled me in for a kiss and whispered into my ear: "You should lie here, D." Then she moved over me so I was lying between Vanny and her. Vanny immediately snuggled against me, warming my body with her ample breasts. Next to her lied Joey who had one arm over her sisters belly. On my other side was Jaz. She rested her head on my arm facing me. On hand she placed directly on my member, gripping it and stroking it sleepily. "I am glad, you are finally back." She kissed me again and her sleepy strokes slowed down until she was asleep again. Her hand still wrapped around my cock.

I couldn't find sleep as fast as the girls, but there was nothing I could do for now so I refilled my energies from Jaz and Vanny whom I had enough skin contact with and meditated lying on the bed. I tried to clear my head at least as good as it was possible given the circumstances. After some time, I drifted off and found sleep at last.