Marcy emerges

Jo grinned down as he fingered the trembling little slut through her now wet g-string, marvelling at how his new male body thrummed with control. He relished their new power dynamic. “From now on, you’re not Mark anymore. You’re… my little Marcy, understand? My tiny little fuckpet. Let’s give my little slut some girly pigtails, right Marcy.” He gathered her long dark hair with surprisingly gentle hands, twisting it into two bouncy pigtails that framed her flushed face like a naughty schoolgirl. “There. Perfect. Now Daddy—sorry, Master—is going to show you what that girly little body is really for.”

Mark blushed furiously at the new name, at the girly pigtails, at her inability to argue. She nodded needfully. “Yes Master…” she said uncertainly, her rampant arousal sobering her a little.

Jo held her wrist firmly as he led her purposefully into the narrow alley behind the Swap Joint. A single neon light flickered and buzzed directly above them amongst parked cars. The warm Maui night air was thick with distant traffic and music… and the thundering of Marcy’s heart in her ears. Jo unceremoniously shoved little Marcy forward against a rough concrete wall and yanked her too-small bikini bottoms aside to expose her swollen sex. Marcy looked down past her huge breasts to regard her new and very hot slick swollen sex. She swallowed as her eyes widened. This was happening all too fast for her to absorb.

“Hands up, legs spread, just like a good little girl.” Jo said as he freed his new cock, Mark’s former cock… and it sprang out thick, veined, and already leaking precum. Jo wrapped his large hand around it for the first time, stroking his new manhood experimentally. “Holy fuck… this is what you felt every day? It’s so heavy, so hot, like it’s got a mind of its own. I feel… tall. Strong. Like I could pin you down and take whatever I want.” He admired the broad chest, the corded arms, the way his new balls tightened with pure dominant hunger. “I like it… like it a lot.”

Little Marcy whimpered as she watched Jo line up slowly and surely. Her wide innocent eyes were wide as the head slid up and down her sensitive inner thighs and coated Jo’s shaft with her plentiful juices. “Shit girl. You’re like a leaky faucet… but I think I have the right tool to fix your little plumbing problem. What do you say Marcy. Should I plug this leak?”

Marcy nodded slowly, too overcome for words.