Sharks and minnows

The Mistress addressed her guards “Get all of the prisoners in the yard, it’s time for some exercise.” She bit her lip as she watched the scintillating sissies bouncing bubble butts as they armed themselves and headed out the door to carry out her orders. Mistress held the warden back as she tried to leave “Get the intercom ready for me.” “Yes Mistress!” replied the enthusiastic slut. The guards split into groups traveling to the various wings of the prison and guiding the prisoners to the yard.

Almost the entire inmate population was in the yard. The buzz of a thousand conversations droned as the prisoners tried to figure out what was going on and why all of the guards were suddenly replaced with curvy women. Some of the prisoners were actively beating themselves off staring at the sexy guards. The guards seemed to encourage this behavior, teasing like the sluts they now were. Several let a titty slip out of their uniform without bothering to re-cover themselves. A few dropped their pants turned and shook their generous assess at the inmates earning quite the reaction. One choose to simulate fellatio on her shotgun slowly pumping her fist up and down the shaft as she licked the rim of the barrel suggestively. The incarcerated men in the yard stirred a mass of energy looking for an outlet. Just as the situation was about to come to a head a loud squeal of feedback played over the intercom system.

The attention of the crowd turned to the figure approaching on high heels with a microphone in hand covered by a long white coat. A voice crackled over the intercom, but even the decades old PA system couldn’t obfuscate the sensual quality of the words “Hello everyone! I am the new warden of this prison and starting today we will be doing things a little differently.” A hush washed over the crowd as they looked at the enigmatic figure. “For starters you’re all invited to play a little game with me, if you win your sentence will be commuted to time served. You’ll be free to walk out the front gate.” The prisoners were by and large stunned, but a bolder individual called out to ask which game. “The game will be sharks and minnows! I will be the shark, you all will be minnows. The minnows start on one side of the playing field and run to the other, the sharks try to catch as many minnows as they can. Captured minnows become sharks. There will be a total of six rounds. Those who don’t want to play are free to return to their cells, those playing please line up on the south side of the yard.”

The vast majority of inmates moved to the southern fence, while a few filtered off, heading back inside. What could the new warden do? She was heavily outnumbered and even if she did capture a few prisoners it would still be in their best interest not to capture other inmates. It was too good to be true. The Mistress dropped the live microphone opened her coat and proceeded to walk to the middle of the yard.

With each step her heart rate increased. Ohh fuckkk she was so excited she could barely contain herself, looking at all these bois that would soon be hers had her riled up something fierce. Her erection tore through her flimsy panties, shifting left and right with her gait. The swaying of her erection synchronized with the sharp clack of her heels on the pavement. Finally, she reached the middle of the yard turning her back to the inmates she began to stroke herself, biting back the orgasm that threatened to waste her precious jizz. She was going to need every last drop for this...

The Mistress signaled to a guard who fired her pistol into the air signaling the first round. The inmates surged across the yard, a cacophony of foot steps rent the air as shoes slammed pavement. The Mistress whirled to face the oncoming mob precum leaking from her stiff rod, she smirked as she slapped her monster cock and came like never before. Her seed shot 20 ft through the air splashing into the front rank of the advancing horde. The Mistress pulled her cock back at a steep angle and continued to pump shot after shot of her corruptive love juices into the air. Her jazzed up jizz flew through the air arcing gracefully before raining down on the confused convicts. The center of the line of minnows collapsed as the back rows pushed whoever was in front of them into the cum covered convicts who were rapidly changing into sissy sharks. The new sharks writhed on the ground as double D or larger breasts exploded from their chests, bubble butts inflated from their hips, waists pulled in forming exaggerated hourglass curves, healthy hair descended past their shoulders, and cocks shrank down small. The changes took a matter of seconds, but it was still long enough for most of the minnows to regain their feet or divert around the middle and streak to the north side of the yard. Even so a good number of the men who tripped found themselves surrounded by sissy sharks. These men were mobbed by the newborn sissies who wrapped their luscious lips, helpful hands, and hot holes around every cock they could find.

In the confusion the Mistress located the roughest strongest boi she could see. She sprinted through the bodies surrounding her, her high heels slipped off sailing through space as the Mistress tackled the massive Hispanic man to the ground landing on top of him. She leaned in and kissed his neck before ripping his pants off and shoving her wet cock inside him. She grabbed his ankles leaning forward for a better angle. A few thrusts later and she painted his insides with a hot load. Before the tatted tough boi knew what had happened he was a she, a slutty gurl **** for more cock and strong enough to take it.

Converted: ~3000