“Yes… please…” Marcy mewls

Jo grinned, slow and kindof predatory, his new male voice thrilling Marcy to her core. “Please? That’s cute. But that’s not going to cut it my little slut. If you want the full girl experience then you have to beg… silly girl. You thought this was going to be a simple overnight body swap with me feeling what it’s like to have a cock and you feeling what it’s like to have tits and a pussy...”

Jo pressed the thick head of his cock against Marcy’s slick folds, sliding it up and down with an agonising laziness, coating every inch of his new shaft slowly with Marcy’s dripping snatch without pushing inside. Marcy’s arousal, frustration and need grew unbearable. “Look at you now Marcy… all jiggly and whimpering. A walking wet dream. So cute… so fuckable… you’re fuckable right?”

“Yes… yes… please… stop teasing me! Fuck me!” Marcy begged. Her voice had taken on a breathy high quality, girlish and wheedling.

“Sorry. You don’t get to just fuck as a girl and swap back tomorrow like nothing happened. No pet… tonight you’re earning every thrust,” Jo assured her, pressuring her lips so they parted slightly.

Marcy’s breath hitched, her huge new breasts heaving against the too-tight bikini top, nipples outlined against the fabric. “Jo… please… I’m so fucking horny… just… just put it in already…”

Jo laughed, a sharp, mocking noise that echoed off the alley walls. “Begging already? Say it right, Marcy. Tell your Master what you need. You your words.”

She squirmed, legs trembling, the rough concrete biting into her palms where she braced against the wall. “Please… Master… fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I can’t think straight… my pussy’s aching so bad…”

“Not yet,” he teased, pulling back just enough to let the cool night air kiss her swollen clit. He reached around and gave one of her pigtails a playful tug, forcing her head back so she had to look up at him. He pussy fluttered with undeniable and unclenched need. He loomed over her tiny body, tall, broad shouldered, utterly in control. “First, I want to hear how much you love being my little girl. Tell me how empty you feel without a cock inside you. Tell me you’re not Mark anymore… you’re just my pretty little fuckpet Marcy with your ridiculous tits bouncing everywhere. How you love your new tits and pussy. How you were never really a man and belong in that body…” Jo was curious how far he could push her.

Marcy groaned, hips rocking desperately against nothing. “I… I’m not Mark… I’m Marcy… your fuckpet… these tits are so heavy and sensitive, every step makes them jiggle and it’s driving me crazy… I love them. I deserve to be your woman… I was never a proper man… god Jo… um master I’ll do anything… please, Master, I’ll do anything… just fuck your little slut…”

Jo’s laugh turned darker, richer. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Good girl. But we’re moving the goalposts again. You don’t get just pussy tonight. Girls have two holes for a reason.” His free hand slid down the curve of her ass, fingers tracing the thin strip of bikini fabric still wedged between her cheeks. “You remember that sexist joke you told Jack last month? The one that had him laughing his ass off? The one you said I was being over sensitive about?”

Marcy’s eyes widened in drunken, humiliated recognition. She’d said it to Jack over beers—crude, cocky, the kind of bro joke Mark thought nothing about. “N-no… don’t…”

“Why are a girl’s asshole and pussy so close together, hmm?” Jo’s mocking laughter rolled out again, hot against her neck. “So you can pick them up like bowling balls, baby.” Without warning, he hooked two thick fingers, one sliding deep into her soaked pussy, the other pressing firm and slow into the tight ring of her ass. Both at once.

Marcy gasped. The stretch was visceral, slick, overwhelming and her modified nerves lit up like fireworks, every inch of penetration sending electric pulses straight to her throbbing clit.

Marcy cried out as her knees buckled, but Jo’s strong arm around her waist held her upright like she weighed nothing. “F-fuck… oh god… that’s… too much…” Her voice cracked into a high, girly whimper as he curled both fingers inside her, stroking in lazy, deliberate circles, tickling the spongy front wall of her pussy while his thumb brushed teasing circles around her sphincter, coaxing it to relax and take him deeper.

“Shhh, Marcy my little bowling ball,” he cooed, pumping slowly, sensually, letting her feel every knuckle, every ridge. “Feel that? Two holes, one hand. You know you’re so fucking wet I could probably fist you if I wanted. Listen to the sounds your greedy little cunt is making… squelch, squelch… all that girl-juice running down your thighs. Silly slut. You thought you’d just swap, get a taste, swap back.”

He scissored his fingers gently, stretching her, tickling that sensitive spot inside her pussy while his other finger twisted deeper into her ass. Slow, cajoling, relentless. Marcy’s pigtails bounced as she thrashed her head, huge breasts slapping together as she struggled, eyes glazed, face red.

“P-please… Master… I need your cock… I’ll be your good girl… I’ll suck it, ride it, let you fuck my ass too… just please stop teasing… I’m begging you… fuck Marcy’s pussy… make me your slut forever if you want… just fill me up!”

Jo pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, leaving her clenching and empty, then slapped his heavy cock against her dripping entrance again, still teasing. “That’s my girl. Keep begging, Marcy. Louder. Tell the whole alley what a pathetic, girly little cock-whore you are now. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you what want.”